"...And our Head Girl and Boy positions shall be held by Miss Hermione Granger from Gryffindor-" McGonagall paused for a slow round of applause from the Gryffindor table, "And Mr. Draco Malfoy of Slytherin."
"WHAT?" Ron's infuriated yelp punctuated the general hubbub as the students whispered to one another. Everyone knew that Draco and Hermione had never... How to put it politely... "gelled." Quite the opposite in fact. The two hated each others guts. The fact that Draco had then ditched the Death Eaters hadn't improved relations between them. Even though he had returned to Hogwarts for the optional 8th year, he was usually avoided by most of the students. However that would be bit harder now that Hermione would be sharing quarters with him.
By the time they got to the library that evening, Ron was still cranky about the whole thing, wondering how on earth McGonagall would think putting the two into the same quarters was a good idea. "This is absolutely ridiculous!" Ron growled, his face the same crimson as his hair. "How is she supposed to work with that git?" Hermione sighed and pushed a chunk of bushy hair out of her eyes. "Ron, I'll be fine. I've wanted to be Head Girl ever since I got here and now I'm self actualized. If working with Malfoy is what I have to do, then I'll do it." Harry shrugged. "It's not like she has much of a choice. But, Hermione if that ferret gives you any trouble, let me know. I wouldn't mind giving him a few broken bones."
Hermione giggled despite herself. "Draco Malfoy won't know what hit him, the pretentious bast-" Before she could finish her sentence a smooth voice cut her off. "Tut tut. As Head Girl you're supposed to be an example to the young ones, not curse out your superiors." Her eyebrows creased as she looked into the silvery smirk of Malfoy. "You are in no way my superior- ferret. And if you try to pull anything... well I'll leave the consequences to your imagination." She stood up, proudly flipped her puffy hair over one shoulder and promptly tripped over a pile off books. To her surprise, Malfoy beat the other two and actually helped her to her feet. He smoothed his robes, ignoring her look of surprise. "Our first meeting with the Headmistress is an hour. I thought you might want to know. Don't be late." He swirled off leaving a gaping trio behind.
"Sorry, did I just imagine that, or was Malfoy not a complete git just then?" Harry voiced Hermione's thoughts to a T. She shrugged, turning back to her friends, and the crowded table of books. "Now then, where were we?" But her thoughts were anywhere but Herbology. Draco Malfoy, not a prick? This was going to be an interesting year.
A/N: Wrote this to "Really That Bad" by The Pipettes. It just fits so perfectly with Dramione, and since I'm writing about a cliche ship, I figure I should have some relatively hipster music. ;)
Also, if you're interested in beta-ing, send me a PM, as I'm currently self beta-ing (hence all the mistakes.)
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