DISCLAIMER: I'm going to say it. I DON'T OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS OR ANYTHING!

A/N: Hey everyone! Yes, Sheniqua is back for another exciting fanfic!! Although she used to operate under another name…that she can't remember now. That's why she's no longer operating under that name. :P

Anyways, I thought I'd start with something easy and cliché, that being a Draco/Hermione--you guessed it--HEAD BOY/GIRL FIC!!! WOOOO!!!!(or is it? Dundunduuun). Anyways, I always wondered WHY Draco and Hermione don't have a really SOLID single name. I mean in Wicked, Glinda and Elphaba have one, for god's sake, Hermione and Draco should too. How…about…DRAMIONE!!!

Okay, I can see now why they don't have one.

Well, then, enough jabber! Let's get on with our lives, eh? Enjoy! And obviously R&R if you want more! If not…still R&R because I'm so pathetic that I take confidence in that!

P.S. I love you! (Sorry, I just couldn't resist!)

Oh, yeah, anything not in accordance with the books is…not in accordance with the books nd done on purpose. I MAY have to bring in an OC… CAUSE I CAN!!

PROLOGUE

I was in love. Well, not completely in love. Not even…I guess…halfway in love.

Or, at least, I shouldn't have been. For six years, the mere thought of Draco Malfoy inspired a fiery hatred in my heart--and why not? For those six years, I'd suffered his endless barrage of abuse towards my friends. He was a total tyrant! I had no reason not to hate him. I had no reason to fall head over heels for him. I leafed through a pile of envelopes, wondering exactly how the angry flame in my soul suddenly burned amorously.

Out of pity, perhaps, for the boy manipulated into serving Lord Voldemort, after losing a father?--I did a double-take when I reached the letters from Hogwarts, withdrawing them from the pile--Maybe it was out of curiosity. I was so heavily guarded by Harry and, especially, Ron…it was difficult to get close to any other boys, so it would be natural for me to slip into a longing for someone so handsome…I opened the first letter. School supplies, 'welcome back to Hogwarts'. I lay the list on my bed, turning to the second letter. I've been waiting for this! Or maybe it was just that…there was something strangely alluring about the scum…was it the way that he leaned against the corridor walls, despite the fact that he was only there looking for a new face to torment? Could it be his icy smile, though it was always at the expense of another? It may have been his soft gray gaze…though it turned steely and unfeeling when he spoke to me. If he ever spoke to me. I dug my finger under the fold of paper keeping me from the letter I knew would arrive for five years. I pulled it quickly to the side, frantically removing the letter in a sudden frenzy of excitement. I scanned it several times, not completely believing it, despite the fact that I had been sure it would be me since second year. Head Girl. I was Head Girl! I grinned broadly, clutching my new, polished badge. I fell back onto the bed, relishing my euphoria at this responsibility. Finally some power in this chaos! And I tried my hardest to focus on my happiness, and to daydream about patrolling the halls and a new quarters, but my thoughts glided towards a tall blonde with an icy stare.

No, no…focus! Happiness! Head Girl! My thoughts battled each other and inevitably came to rest on daydreams about sharing the Heads' quarters with Draco Malfoy…I would return from patrols, he sitting in a plush armchair by the fire. A gentle warmth would steal through my legs, constricting my chest, making my eyes sting. I would stand up and walk behind the chair he was sitting in; I would lay my hands gingerly on his shoulders and rest my chin on his head. For a moment impossible to calculate, he would not move; perhaps he would anticipate what was going to happen next, and would want it, for I would feel him tense. I'd walk around the chair and sit in his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. He'd smell of clean maleness, mixed with something exotic and impossible to identify. I would kiss his rough cheek, his forehead, his broad, strong hands. My God, Hermione, he'd sigh, and I'd feel his warm breath on my neck, underneath my robes. My skin would prickle with pleasure, and I'd be aware that I had never been so close to anyone before, and that it had been centuries since anyone had caressed me. I'd take Draco's face in my hands and slowly draw him towards me until I was kissing his lips, a long kiss, exploring the strange form of his mouth as fire rippled through my bones and sent shivers through my belly and thighs. Perhaps for an instant, he would struggle against his own desires, but immediately surrender, to follow my lead and explore me in turn, until the tension was unbearable and we'd draw apart to breathe…

My eyelids grew heavy, and sleep overcame me.

And I went to bed with these thoughts…went to be thinking that love is like sleeping on a bed of flowers…