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(I will only say the Disclaimer once.)

Hermione P.O.V:

Dear Ms. Granger,

Congratulations, you have made Head Girl this year at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. All the professors and I, myself, would like to congratulate you. You have received this honor for you excellent grades and your top notch behavior the previous Six years. You will have your own common-room on the Seventh Floor. As for the Head Boy, this title has been presented to Draco Malfoy. I hope to see both yours and Mister Malfoy's smiling face at Hogwarts.

My Congratulations,

Albus Dumbledore.

"Yes! Yes, Yes!" I squealed, I had just received the letter that would make the next year at Hogwarts the best! I wasn't upset about finding out Malfoy was the Head Boy, it was no surprise to me seeing as how he was top in our year. He had changed a lot since his dad died in Azkaban and Voldemort was defeated by Harry.

"Oh!" I cursed myself for forgetting that I needed to write Harry. He was at the Burrow with the Weasley's for the rest of the summer. Well for the next two days. School was starting back up officially, our last year.

Harry and Ronald,

How are you guys? I hope tomorrow you guys are officially coming; I need to tell you something!

Lots of Love,

Hermione Granger

I smiled to myself knowing full well I couldn't wait until tomorrow; I had changed a lot this summer. I couldn't wait for them to see them. I flopped down on my bed, wanting to fall back asleep; I knew it was out of the question. I was too excited and worked up. I looked around for a clock and it read 12:00.

I decided it would be okay for me to walk around; I could buy my supplies today, then not have to worry about it tomorrow with Harry and Ron. I smiled, knowing that they wouldn't like it, but I couldn't think of anything else to do. I combed my hair a little bit, it was still messy but I wasn't dressing up for anyone. I looked at my clothes knowing that it was too hot out to wear my robes, so I decided on Muggle clothing. I put on a skirt and a purple tank-top. I looked at myself in the full length mirror and I didn't mind what I saw. I had really grown up this summer.

I winced as I walked out into the road, the sun was very bright, nothing what it was like inside. I looked around and decided I wouldn't mind going to the book store. It was nice not to hear two voice on either side of me groan. Both boys never liked me going into a store, let alone a book store. It was a funny coincidence that tomorrow she would still be taking them to the store.

"Yes, I'm looking for that book; do you have it on stock?" A familiar voice drawled. I had to bite my lip from laughing; Malfoy was a very funny person to listen to. His voice sounded like velvet but his face always looked pained. It was very humorous.

"Why, hello Miss Granger. Welcome. I will be right with you." The book store keeper shuffled off to find the book Malfoy must have wanted. I started to walk to one of the shelves because one of the books caught my eye, when I noticed Malfoy looking at me strangely. His mouth was open a little and his eyes were wide.

This time I couldn't help but laugh, I moved to one side and his eyes followed me. He reminded me of a dog, you hold its toy in front of its face and it followed. Whoa! I'm not Malfoy's toy. Not that I wouldn't mind, he wasn't bad to look at.

"Is something wrong Malfoy?" I sighed, noticing how his back straightened and his mouth closed. His left hand grabbed his pants and made a fist, his knuckles white.

"Nothing is wrong with me, thank you. But what are you wearing?" His voice broke on the last word.

"Well, yes you were staring, and I'm wearing clothes. You know, what everyone wears, almost every day. I suspected you to be narrow-minded, but not this much!"

"Malfoy's do not stare." He snarled. His voice betraying how mad he was that I had caught him, but his face was just impassive, it made me bite my lip again. I walked to the shelf and opened the book, leaning against the wood slightly to read a passage.

Draco's P.O.V:

I watched as she leaned against the frame of the book shelves reading part of the book. What has caught his attention was when she had bit her lip, her face had gotten red, and she had walked away. He would give anything to know what she had been thinking.

She didn't look bad; summer had really done something good for her. Her hair had lost its wildness and tamed down quite a bit, it was now thick and wavy, framing her face wonderfully. Her teeth were perfectly aligned, and her honey brown eyes shown with depths he couldn't penetrate. Her body was very curvy, and her breasts had filled out very nicely. All in all she was beautiful.

No, I cannot be having thoughts about this…Mud- no, this girl.. He was supposed to date a pureblood and a beautiful girl in his last year, to marry and carry on the Malfoy line. He didn't need Granger getting in the way. He was though, allowed to look, but not touch. His thoughts about tainted blood and pureblood has stopped back when is father died. He had seen granger on the battle field bleeding the same as everyone else, her blood was not dirty or anything, his father had lied to him. He knew that Hermione was in no way less than him, except for she wasn't rich. But she was smart, top of the year, even above him. It was something his mother hated, and wanted him to fix. But he knew as hard as he tried he couldn't get better grades than her.

"Malfoy, you're staring again." She still kept her eyes on her book as she spoke, but he heard a smile in her voice.

"I'm allowed to do whatever I want, thank you."

"Since when did you get manners? Last time I spoke to you, you were an insufferable git." She spoke softly but I could still hear her.

I walked over to her, and stepped close to her face, our noses almost touching. She smelled like vanilla and lavender, it was a nice mix. She pressed herself close to the bookshelf so not to touch him, and he hated that she was trying to get away from him. All girls liked him; they put themselves out for him. Not that he hadn't had sex with any of them. Actually he had done it once, when Pansy and he got smashed at one of his father's parties. It wasn't something he was proud of, but it had happened, and Pansy knew better than to talk to him about it.

"I have manners; you are just too noble-headed to realize it." He spoke softly his breathe fanning across her face.

"What are you doing?" She asked, he heard the plea in her voice, and he hated it. He didn't realize why he hated it, but he wanted to yell when he saw her shrink away from him.

"I'm not doing anything, just standing here."

"Why?" She breathed; I had placed my hand on her hip, and the other resting right beside her head on the shelf. I leaned close as she breathed the word, and her breath smelled like mint and honey. I wanted to eat it up.

No, I can't do this. I can't have these thoughts about her, nor can I do anything else with her. He had started to go hard just by her smell, how timid and innocent she is, it was amazing to him. She wasn't one of the whores in Slytherin, oh no, she was a noble Gryffindor, and he knew it. It was something he always admired, he knew Hermione was cunning and sneaky; she had stolen from Snape before, defeated Voldemort, and had even outsmarted Umbridge, and gotten her taken by Centaurs. Oh yes, he vaguely wondered why she didn't get placed in Slytherin.

"Mister Malfoy, sir. I have your book." The second I heard his voice I backed off, Hermione's eyes looked upset and a little aggravated. He wanted to ask her what she was thinking, desperately he wanted to know. He vowed he would figure out a way to decipher he thoughts. He knew those eyes would haunt him until he could figure them out.

"Thank you." I muttered, I took the book from the man. "Please charge it to my account. You know the number?"

"Yes." The storekeeper's voice was scared, as if he knew he interrupted something important.

It was a good thing he interrupted us, I wouldn't have been able to refrain from touching her for much longer. Actually I had touched her, her hip; it was warm and very curvy. His had had fit perfectly on it, resting there like it belonged. As if he has touched her there before. He knew it would be his favorite spot on many girls, just to see if he felt the same way about any of the others.

"Very good, thank you for your troubles, have a good day." I spoke softly, remembering the feel of Hermione under me and it made me smile. Really smile, not smirk. It felt weird on his face, and he turned towards her, to see what she looked like one more time. The second he saw her face, he smiled again, and her eyes lit up.

I walked outside quickly, the fresh air doing me some good. I couldn't get her out of my head; all my thoughts were consuming her. How she had looked today, the way she felt, how beautiful she was, how his hand fit perfectly, how she had looked upset that he had walked away.

"Ah, this isn't good" My voice was slow and was drowned out by the noise on the street. I turned once more towards the store, and saw her in the window, she was sitting on the floor but she was smiling. "Not good at all." I muttered before heading down the street.