A/N: Yes . . it's me again. With another Draco and Hermione story, even though the other one isn't done! I couldn't help it. Faylinn, darling muse that she is, struck me and caused pain, resulting in my dire urge to write this. So, I hope you enjoy this one as well as the other one! ^_^ Let's see where this goes, shall we?
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the characters associated with it. The only characters I own in here are the names you do not recognize and I own the plot. MWAHAHHAHAHAA!!!
Story Information: Just for reader clarification, this story is in NO WAY tied AT ALL to In Your Arms, my other HP fic. This is completely separate.
Story takes place during their Seventh Year at Hogwarts. Hermione has been named Head Girl, of course, and Draco is Head Boy. Things get off to a rocky start between the two. As Head Boy and Head Girl they were recquired the change rooms because it wouldn't be fair for two houses not to have such students. Their new rooms are towards the center of the Castle so all students can access them whenever they need help. After hating each other for almost seven years, can Draco and Hermione learn to live in the same area or will they both go mad? Only time will tell!
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"HARRY!" Someone screamed from behind him. Harry Potter turned and stared at the average height, brown haired girl charging towards him. He stopped and braced himself but the girl stopped short and smiled up at him. "It's wonderful to see you again Harry. You've changed quite a bit."
"So have you, Hermione." Harry answered, looking down at her. He had grown a few inches this summer and stood at five feet eleven inches, his black hair as unruly as ever. Hermione smiled as she heard a familiar squeal behind her.
"Hello Hedwig." She smiled at the white owl and the owl hooted back. Hermione had grown over the summer as well. She wasn't tall but she wasn't so short that she needed a stool to see her friends. She stood four inches shorter than Harry at five feet seven inches, her brown hair straight down her back. Her teeth were also straight this year, and didn't look as large as they had been previous years. She was growing, and it showed.
"Hey, a little help here?" Another voice called to them. They spun around and saw Ron trudging down the walkway with his trunk and Pigwidgeon's cage. The tiny owl zoomed around the cage, causing stares from the regal Hedwig.
"Hey Ron! Ginny!" Hermione exclaimed, running over to her friend. Ginny was just two inches shorter than Hermione, and had her red hair pulled back into a ponytail. She grabbed her bags.
"Come on. Let's get a good compartment before they're all taken."
"Actually, I can't sit with you guys for awhile." Hermione beamed, proudly pulling at her sweater. They stopped and stared at her.
"Hermione! That's wonderful!" Harry said happily. She nodded.
"Thank you."
"Head Girl! Your parent's must be so proud."
"They are." She turned a little red. Ron grinned and pulled his trunks along as they climbed onto the train. He almost had to duck a bit, his six feet of height a bit of a problem in some of the lower doorways.
"Do you know who the Head Boy is?"
"Draco Malfoy no doubt. It's a shame I'll have to deal with him at all this year, let alone have to work with him."
"Yeah, Ferret boy's a real charm." Ron snickered. Hermione heard the first whistle of the train.
"I must be off. I'll find you guys later. See you!" She called and walked briskly down the little hall towards the head of the train.
Once down there she noted a compartment that had Head Boy and Head Girl written on it. She smiled, feeling important and entered, knowing her baggage would be there waiting for her. As she walked in the smile was wiped off her face as Draco Malfoy sat on the seat waiting for her, with his two stupid companions, Crabbe and Goyle. Hermione frowned and crossed her arms.
"I guess it's time for you boys to leave. Mudblood and I have some important matters to discuss. Things you wouldn't comprehend." They smiled a bit clumsily and stood to leave, pushing each other out of the way to be the first to leave. Goyle pushed Crabbe a little too hard and he was shoved into Hermione, who yelled in protest. Once they were gone Hermione sat in front of Draco and stared at him.
"Yeah?"
"Look, if we are both going to be the Head students at Hogwarts this year we're going to have to make some changes."
"And those would be. . .?"
"For one, you can stop calling me Mudblood. My name is Hermione. I'll even take Granger from you."
"I don't know if I can do that. . . Mudblood." Hermione sighed, her face still flashing a bit of crimson like the first time she heard him say that.
"Draco, grow up. You're a seventh year now and Head Boy."
"I'm also a Malfoy." He said, raising an eyebrow at her. "And Malfoy's don't have to respect age rules. We can do whatever we please."
"Oh I'm so sure that will work well. Charm your way through your classes this year. And I'll sit there and laugh while my grades remain high. I wonder if they ever took away a Head Boy's status once they gave it to him." Draco shrugged.
"And you wouldn't sit there and laugh, because that's not the sort of person you are. I, on the other hand would." Hermione sighed.
"Can we please try to get along?"
"Let me think about that. . . no." Draco laughed. Hermione sighed again and dropped her head into her hands. She had a feeling this was going to be a long year.
"Draco, you do realize you aren't going to be living in Slytherin anymore, don't you?"
"What?" Draco stopped laughing and sat up straight. "Stop joking around. Of course I'm still in Slytherin."
"Oh, you're still a Slytherin, but your not IN Slytherin. Didn't you hear? I suppose not. It's in Hogwarts, A History." Draco frowned.
"You and that damn book," he muttered under his breath. Hermione shrugged and pulled the book out of her bag. She never could read it enough times. It seemed she learned something new every time she opened it.
"Says right there. Each year a new Head Boy and Head Girl are chosen amongst the Seventh Years. These students are chosen out of academic merit and leadership qualities. Once a student is made a Head they are no longer allowed to live in their house dorms seeing as it would cause advantages that two of the houses would not have. These chosen students are given their own room with adjoining common room towards the center of the Castle where all students and Professor's can access them if needed. Students from any house are allowed in this common room if permitted by both Head Boy and Head Girl. A smaller room is attached to the common room for students to wait and for those not allowed into the living areas." Hermione slammed the book shut, a look of pure delight on her face.
"Well isn't that just dandy."
"Looks like your friends won't be around you twenty-four seven, now will they?"
"And neither will yours, Granger." Draco sneered, slumping down in the seat. Hermione leaned back, arms crossed with satisfaction. She rarely felt this way about tormenting someone, but this was, after all, Draco Malfoy.
A few moments passed on in silence and Hermione couldn't help but look over at Draco. She grinned as she noticed he was fast asleep, one hand supporting his head while the other held onto the armrest. His legs where sprawled all over the floor in front of him and were very long and clothed in some sort of designer jeans, no doubt. Hermione sighed and leaned back, watching him, somehow fascinated with how innocent he looked when he slept.
It wasn't hard to see that Draco was a very good-looking guy. Hermione wasn't a fool either. He had certainly changed a bit from the greasy-haired boy from first year till now. And he had definetly gotten taller. When standing straight he was probably around Ron's height, maybe more like Harry's, but he was still tall. He was thin, but powerful looking, and any girl was willing to bet he was muscular. As of the end of last year girl's had started to fall for him, even if he called them nasty things to their face. It was almost fatal attraction. And everyone knew he used it to his advantage.
Hermione clung to the hope that this year they would be able to get along. She didn't care if they were friends or not. She doubted they ever could be. But she wanted a peaceful year and quiet study time. Draco stirred and his silvery-blonde hair fell forward, blocking his eyes and Hermione gave a half smile before standing up and leaving the room to find her friends.
It didn't take her long. They were in the last compartment of the train, as they were almost every year before. Hermione walked in and sat down in the seat, huffing as she went. Ron smirked and handed her a Chocolate Frog. "So it is Draco, eh?"
"Of course it is. And I've already had to run into his friends! This is going to be a dreadful year. I though I would be able to get some quality study time, but that's not going to happen. He's going to try everything possible to make my life miserable. Oh Harry this is horrible!" Hermione wailed.
"There, there 'Mione. I'm sure it won't be all that bad. You still have the library and you can come study with us." Ron offered. Hermione brightened.
"That reminds me, I never asked you. How did your studying go this summer?" She waited for their answer.
"Well. . ." Harry started.
"You see, it's like this. . . " Ron trailed off. Hermione's face grew red.
"WHAT?! YOU MEAN TO TELL ME YOU BOYS DIDN'T STUDY AT ALL?"
"No, we did study a bit." Harry corrected.
"Just not much." Ron winced, wishing he could crawl into himself. Hermoine sighed loudly.
"Our N.E.W.T.S are this year! How could be so irresponsible! I'm not helping you study this year, and I mean it. I'm going to be too busy with Head Girl duties. You're going to have to start studying now."
"Oh come on Hermione, you don't mean that."
"Oh. . . I do." She said, her voice dangerously low. Ron paled for a second as she stood up. "Later boys. Ginny." She smiled as she walked out before glaring at the two sitting side by side. They both gulped and turned to Ginny, who was giggling.
An hour later Hermione and Draco were down the their Head duties and had the meeting with the newest Prefects. It was time to change into their school robes. Hermione pulled hers one and reattached her Head Girl badge to the outside. She watched as Draco did the same, his movements slow and lazy. He kept the front open and shoved one hand in his pocket, eyebrow raised.
"See something you want, Granger?" Hermione turned, hiding a slight pink hue that crept across her face.
"My book. It's under your jacket."
"Oh sure. You know you want me. Everyone does."
"You disgust me Malfoy." Draco mocked hurt.
"Hermione! I'm so hurt!" He snickered and tossed her the book.
"Shouldn't you be wearing your robe the correct way? You need to set an example for the first years."
"No I don't. I'm perfectly fine the way I am." Hermione sighed. "Besides. I have to show off for my adoring fans."
"I'm sure." She muttered. Draco laughed again and followed her out of the compartment as the train stopped.
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Well there you go. Hope you all liked it enough! I don't know how often this one will be updated since I have. . . ::counts:: a lot of other stories to write. Please Review! ^_^ See you soon, and if you haven't yet, go read my In Your Arms!