Author's Note:
This is my first fanfiction so please review;) Please give constructive feedback and not slam me it woule be much appreciated. Thank you3
Hermione's POV:
Hermione Granger stepped onto Platform 9 and 3/4, her cloak billowing behind her as the wind breezed past her. It was the end of another summer for her and she was going back to school for her final year. She waved to her best friends, Ronald Weasley and Harry Potter, who had been living at the Burrow for the whole of the summer, whereas she had been spending time with her parents in America. Over the summer, she was pleased that her boyfriend Ron had grown taller and more muscular from playing Quidditch. He had gotten more handsome and masculine-looking, and from the scrawny boy whom everyone teased, to become a boy with decent looks and also made several heads turn. She ran forward and embraced her best friend, and pecked her boyfriend on his lips.
"Hey 'Mione, how was your summer?" Without waiting for an answer, Ron continued on, "You will never believe what Harry and I had to do at the Burrow, Mum went crazy I swear with all the…."
Hermione rolled her eyes at her boyfriend's chattery nature, and heaved her suitcase into the compartment which she was sharing with Harry, Ron, Luna, Ginny and Neville. She was just trying out the different flavours of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans when the prefect Ernie Macmillian slid open the compartment glass door and stuck his head in.
"Hey Hermione, you should get to the Heads Compartment now, Professor McGonagall wants to meet you and the Head Boy." He left immediately after that. Hermione shook her head mentally, berating herself silently for forgetting such an important meeting, her first head girl meeting with her Head of House regarding her responsibilities and such.
"So Mione, you never told us you made Head Girl" Harry said, bringing her head back from amongst the clouds.
"Sorry guys, I've completely forgotten about this, I've been so busy over the past few months. I went to England with my parents and we went sightseeing so much that I didn't read the letter in depth. In fact, I just remembered that a badge fell out of the envelope and I put it on without really looking at it, although it did cross my mind at one point that it was in the shape of a Head Girl badge" Hermione mumbled out, still trying to figure out who the Head Boy was.
If Harry had not been made Head Boy, and neither had Ron or Ernie, then who could be the Head Boy? she thought to herself. Well, she thought, at least I hope it wouldn't be some Slytherin like Blaise Zabini, I swear that guy has less brain cells than a maggot. Going out school swaggering like he is some god, ha Zabini, if you are Head Boy, I will make your life a living hell!"
Still lost in her thoughts, she stood up and walked stonily out of the glass sliding door, oblivious to the concerned looks that Ron and Harry were shooting her. She walked along the corridor of the train, and finally reached a golden door at the end of the hallway. Taking a deep breath, and praying with every fibre in her body that the Head Boy would at least be a pleasant boy with at least half a brain, she shakily reached out her hand and opened the door. The first thing she noticed was a tall, lean boy sitting in a chair in front of a wooden table, his hair a sharp golden blonde colour, which could only mean one thing…
"MALFOY!" Hermione screeched, her voice going 3 octaves higher than normal. Then everything went black.
Draco's POV:
Draco Malfoy sat in the Head Boy compartment idly, staring out the window and basically trying to recall everything that had happened during the summer after the Dark Lord's downfall.
He had gone home to Malfoy Manor for the summer, and he had been all alone with his mother and his house elves for the entire summer. The war was over, leaving his family reputation in shreds due to the recent article on the news of Lucius getting the kiss. The East Wing of the Manor held many bad memories for Draco, having had to watch his schoolmates the Weasel, Scar-head and the Beaver get caught. Even though Draco had spent the last 6 years of his life teasing the Mudblood, as he used to call Granger, he still felt a pang in his heart when he saw his aunt sear the insulting word "Mudblood" into Granger's skin. He had blamed himself for going soft at that moment, but now, looking back, he thought that no one deserved that fate and also felt a little guilty about not helping his schoolmates, although he couldn't explain what he had felt.
Narcissa had surprisingly dealt with the death of her husband well, not really mourning after receiving the news about his sentence. Instead, she was quite a joy to be around, to Draco, as she spent most of her time and energy on rebuilding the destroyed parts of the Manor, such that the mansion was now fully refurbished and had no more of the cold and dark atmosphere it used to possess. The house now carried a cheerful and chirpy atmosphere, such that birdsong was heard from the trees every morning that surrounded the Manor. Draco enjoyed his mother's company, for she was never one to dwell on the past and rather focused on the present and was intent on gaining the reputation of the Malfoy name back. She had brightened up the house considerably, and had seemingly changed the house such that when Draco visited his father's study, he was no longer plagued by memories of his endless beatings given by his father.
To be honest, Draco was glad that his father had been sentenced to the Dementor's kiss. Lucius was never a good father to Draco, treating him more like an object than his son. Draco frequently got punished by his father for not achieving first in his year, but honestly, how did he expect his son to top the year with the know-it-all Granger who never seemed to lift her bushy head from books? After his father's death, Draco kept finding himself wondering why he had hated Granger so much in their years together at school. Up till then, he had been completely convinced that Granger was a mudblood and was lower than him. But now, he thought, does blood even matter? But Draco still despised Granger for putting him through years and years of suffering with his father, all because of grades that were only one to two marks apart. Ugh, Draco groaned, what did the brightest witch of her age know about his life and tortures? Surely the buck-tooth, shaggy haired Granger didn't know about what he faced at home. I really dunno what the Weasel sees in her honestly, he thought, untamed hair, know-it-all, seriously…
Draco was startled out of his thoughts by a loud shriek of his name. He whipped around, so hard that he thought his neck would break. He was shocked to find the Granger, whom he had been thinking about, lying on the ground unconscious. He cautiously stood up and walked over to her side, slowly kneeling down to her side. One look at her and he knew he had been wrong. Hermione had grown up from the little snobby bookworm that everyone knew. Her body had taken shape over the summer and her legs went on for miles. Her lightly tanned legs had grown longer and her hair had been tamed, slowly straightening out though still retaining the curls at the end. Draco was surprised to see that she was much more beautiful than she was before.
To his shock, Draco realised what he had been thinking, and cursed himself. Draco Malfoy, what are you thinking, he silently berated himself, she's the know-it-all bookworm in the Golden Trio, and she's best friends with that Potter and the Weasel, AND she's a mudblood for crying out loud. But the little voice in his head knew better and said, "Really Draco, I thought you had let go of blood prejudices already, you know you find her attractive."
Draco was shaken out of his internal battle with his thoughts when he heard the professor's voice coming from outside the compartment. Oh shit, Draco thought, Hermione has fainted and the professor is coming. I better help her up onto the chair and then explain to the professor. With that, Draco grabbed Hermione around the waist and hoisted her onto the nearby chair, surprised that she was light as a feather. He quickly composed himself and put on his cold façade before the compartment door slid open, revealing a very angry Professor McGonagall.
Shit. Draco was screwed. She believed that I made her faint. She is going to scold me, oh here she goes.
"Well Mr Malfoy, care to explain what happened to our Head Girl?"
"Uh, well, professor, you see, um… she came in…screamed my name and then fell to the floor...um…in a dead faint…"
"Is that so, Mr Malfoy?"
"Yes."
"And nothing else happened? You had nothing to do with this?"
"No."
"You sure, Mr Malfoy?"
Malfoy was getting very angry with the professor. Did she honestly think he would just jinx Granger and then tell a lie. He was not his father! He opened his mouth to retort, when suddenly a small groan came from Granger and she slowly blinked open her eyes, shaking her head and trying to sit up. She was struggling when Draco stuck his hand out and offered it to her, silently asking her to grab his hand so that he could hoist her up. She hesistated for a moment, staring into his eyes and making sure that he had no other intentions before accepting it, allowing him to pull her up.
"Thank you," she murmured.
"You're welcome," Draco smirked.
"Well Miss Granger, would you kindly explain to us what happened to you?" McGonagall suddenly spoke, causing Granger to jump slightly as she had not known that her favourite professor was already in the room.
"Yes, Granger," drawled Draco, "kindly explain to the professor that I had nothing to do with your unfortunate incident."
"Nothing…Nothing to do with the incident?" sputtered Granger," YOU HAD EVERYTHING TO DO WITH THE INCIDENT YOU SLIMY LITTLE FERRET! AND WIPE THAT DISGUSTING SMIRK OFF YOUR FACE THIS INSTANT!"
"Whoa, what did I do, I was merely minding my own business when you came in, screamed my name, and fell to the floor. I suppose my looks have improved greatly through the summer, but there's no reason for you to fall to my feet due to my amazingness. Honestly, Granger, I know girls fall to their feet when they see me, but fainting, that's a first." Draco smirked again just to annoy her.
"Alright, you two, stop arguing with each other. Miss Granger, I'm appalled at your use of language, apologise this instant. Mr Malfoy, really, stop smirking, you apologise to Miss Granger for annoying her" McGonagall sighed tiredly.
"Sorry."
"Sorry…not."
"Really Mr Malfoy, just apologise so that we can get on to your head duties." McGonagall closed her eyes, breathing in deeply.
"Sorry." He smirked.
Hermione merely rolled her eyes at him.
Professor McGonagall opened her eyes and snapped," Now that you two are done with your silly antics, here's what you need to know about Head Duties. Firstly, you will have to work closely together this year to organize events such as the Yule Ball and the Halloween Ball, and you must show that you can work together, hence I expect perfect behavior from the two of you in public. I cannot be bothered as to how much you scream and shout at each other in your common room but just make sure no one can see or hear you. Goodness knows how much we need to promote house unity after the downfall of Voldemort."
Draco flinched from the use of the Dark Lord's name, but recovered quickly and he felt his mind go numb with shock at something the professor had just said.
"Forgive me if I'm wrong, professor, but I was under the impression that you said OUR common room? How is it possible that we would share a common room if we are in different houses professor?" Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Granger pouting slightly and nodding, as if she was also wondering the exact same thing.
"Well yes, Mr Malfoy and Miss Granger, you heard me right. Both of you are going to be sharing a dormitory and…"
She was interrupted by shouts from both the students. Draco stood up so suddenly that his chair toppled and he started shouting about the unfairness of it all and how they would never be able to get along together while Hermione stood up as well and started yelling about how it was completely impossible that she would have to share a room with a former death eater. Their shouting escalated into arguments amongst themselves. Draco shouted at Hermione for being a complete idiot for thinking he was just like his father and screaming that she shouldn't accuse him of being something he never would be. Whereas Hermione shouted about how he had tried to kill their former headmaster and being responsible for bringing the death eaters into the school via the vanishing cabinet in the room of requirement.
"SILENCIO!" McGonagall shouted, and silence was forced upon the both of them. "You both are going to share a dormitory whether you like it or not. And honestly Miss Granger, I thought you were more well-mannered than that. You should know better than to accuse Mr Malfoy of something he was not. This matter is done, you better get into your robes, we should be arriving at the school soon. You are both expected to lead the 1st years to the Great Hall for the sorting since Hagrid is busy."
She removed the spell then, and both Hermione and Draco spluttered, yet making no noise. Hermione bowed her head, embarrassed that she had lost control over herself and had unknowingly hurt Malfoy. Draco stormed out of the room, maneuvering through the train corridors and trying to find his best friend Blaise Zabini, while Hermione trudged back to her compartment to Harry and Ron. It was the start of a very long year.
Author's Note:
The next chapter is going to be updated real soon please stick with me thanks(: