Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine. If it were, I would be sitting on the beach in an exotic location, wearing only the most expensive clothing, sipping a sweet fruit smoothie, signing checks to various charities and organizations, while the hot local boys fought over who's turn it was to fan me with a palm leaf!

This is going to be the first story I finish, and/orpost. I estimate that it will be around, well, I honestly don't know how many chapters long. It will most likely depend on the reviews that I get. Constructive criticism accepted, gratefully, but No flames, please! Thank you for deciding to read my story! I'm not going to demand reviews first, but will later on. Rated T for possible future chapters. And, I know that it is short. Thanks again for reading. I'm rambling now. Sorry.

-Yours Always, The New Potato

Chappie #1-Their first meeting, since I have nothing better to call it.

Hermione Granger was in her seventh year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was also Head Girl. She couldn't believe it! She was on the Hogwarts train for the last time, barely having said goodbye to her parents for the rest of the school year. She was in a separate compartment form Harry and Ron, because they couldn't keep their hands off of their girlfriends, or their mouths, for that matter. That was not a sight anybody needed to be cursed with, especially when Ron had just broken up with Hermione three months earlier. He had said, "I just need some space, 'Mione. I am sorry." He also knew that Hermione hated it when he called her that. After that event, Hermione had taken residence in Ginny's room, not even coming out to eat.

In the Head Student's compartment, she was briefed on her duties, and was expected to "relate the information to the Head Boy," as McGonagall had said it. She decided to read and listen to music until he got there. She decided on My Chemical Romance, Welcome to the Black Parade. It calmed her to listen to it.

When I was

A young boy

My father

Took me into the city,

To see a marching band…

But then, the music was randomly cut off! A pair of pale, rather beautiful, perfectly manicured hands reached for Hermione's head and pulled her purple and white headphones off, to put them on his head.

"What the hell?!" Hermione shouted, pulling out her wand. "God, Malfoy! You scared me! Why'd you do that?" She finished in a much calmer voice, wand lowered.

"Nice music, Granger, I must say. I prefer Panic at the Disco, though. Vices and Virtues being my favorite album, though A Fever You Can't Sweat Out is good, too." He thought for a moment, then said, "and please, call me by my first name. Not 'Ferret-boy' though. That one really annoyed me. And, can I call you Hermione? As we are both the head students this year."

"Okay, Draco." Hermione said with a smile. She then realized that he still had her headphones in his hands. "Can I have those back? The music helps calm me down. I need that after The War, still. Playing with my tongue ring just doesn't help like it used to. I have a new high anxiety level. Rather low tolerance level. You know. Just…Ugh…" She finished trailing off, tears forming in her eyes.

Draco then handed the headphones to Hermione, then picked her up, and sat her on his lap, saying, "Hermione, it will be alright. You just need to relax a little." All the while hugging her close to his chest.

Just then, Harry and Ron burst through the door. "What the eff are you doing with our 'Mione, ferret?" Ron yelled, his face now redder than his hair.

"Ron, back off." Hermione said in a dangerously calm tone. "Draco was comforting me. And do not use that name. I hate it, and you know that." She was yelling now. "All you ever did was use me for homework and ideas. I am done, Ron. I am very, very done, damn it. I do your homework and come up with a plan to win the war, and you simply laze about, no care in the world, snogging the brains out of Luna. Not that she had much to begin with. You didn't notice how done I was. You didn't even notice the fact that I barely talked at all for 2 months! Because, guess what, I got a tongue ring. You didn't notice that I had a long bout of anorexia, then got over it, but I am healthy again. You didn't notice that I have been depressed for months! It was only fourth year, when you realized that I was a girl! I am done being your little slave. And, Harry, dear, I am sorry, but the same goes for you. Now, get out of my sight. Now!" by the end, she was in her dangerously calm tone.

When they left, she went back to Draco, and started sobbing into his chest, again. He held her and spoke comforting words to her, his face buried in her vanilla-scented hair. When she was done crying, she said, quietly, "Thank you, Draco Malfoy."

"You are welcome, Hermione Granger."