It was the start of Seventh year. Joy. To be frank, I couldn't really careless. Father has already taught me most of the stuff that they teach at Hogwarts anyway.

But I can't just leave because I have to "keep up the Malfoy name" according to Father.

So thanks to him, I'm on the Hogwarts train sitting next to two dunderheads and a snob who call themselves my friends.

"Honestly, Crabbe. Did you do anything other than eat during the summer?" I ask him.

He stops mid bite of a pumpkin pasty. He swallows before replying to me.

"Well yeah, I went-" I cut him off mid sentence.

"Crabbe, please. It was a rhetorical question." I roll my eyes at him. Could he be any more stupid?

"I'm bored. Let's take a visit to Scarhead," I said getting up, brushing off my robes. Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy all got up eagerly. Ah, my favourite pastime, teasing Potter.

I lead them out of our cabin and they followed me to Potter's cabin. I didn't know where he was, but if there was Colin Creevy around then Potter had to be nearby.

As predicted, Colin was waiting eagerly around a cabin with his camera.

"Here we are," I said pointing to the doors.

"How do you know he's in there?" Pansy asked her pug faced screwed up in confusion. In reply, I pointed to Colin. Goyle looked confused, but I wouldn't waste me breath.

I flew open the cabin doors and leaned against the frame, looking at its occupants.
"Scarhead, Weasel," I said nodding my head to each, and then stopped at Granger. "Granger?" I asked confused.

Instead of the usual buck-teeth, busy haired Mudblood, there was a woman with beautifully long curly hair, straight teeth. Her eyes were rimmed with eye liner and mascara, bolding them. Her robes showed a hint of a bosom and her nails were manicured and painted a light pink.

The woman looked at me with her brown eyes.

"Yes Malfoy?" she asked, scorn in her voice. Granger! It is the Mudblood. Merlin has she changed!

"You look different," I shrug, trying to sound indifferent. Granger flicked her hair over her shoulder, as if emphasising it, while replying.

"Yes. Well, I finally allowed Mum to fix my teeth-." I cut her off.

"Please Granger. I didn't ask for an explanation. And I certainly wasn't complementing you! I was merely stating a fact," I said annoyed. I then faced Weasley.

"Did your mother have any more children over the summer? The Wizarding world has more than enough Weasley's already thank you very much." Weasley fumed and my companions started laughing.

"Malfoy please! Just leave us alone or I'll hex you into next year," Potter said standing up, drawing his wand.

I stood up straight and smirked.

"I'd like to see you try."

"Furunculous!" Potter screeched. With one wave of my wand I placed a Shield Charm before me. I looked at Potter, eyebrows raised.

"Seriously Potter? Best you can do? Pfft," I said turning around, "And they say he's going to defeat the Dark Lord. Please!"

Pansy laughed along with Crabbe and Goyle when we walked back to our cabin.

I sat down and Pansy sat beside me. Crabbe continued eating and I gazed out the window.

"How ugly was that Granger girl? What was her inspiration, Inferi?" Pansy said to me, obviously trying to make conversation. I'd only been on the train a few hours and I was already sick of her voice.

"Humph." Was I replied. She was rather beautiful. What? Was that me? Did I just think a Mudblood, a Muggleborn as beautiful? I must be losing my mind.

After I didn't reply to Pansy's lame excuses for conversation starters she gave up. After another hour we were getting close to the castle when she grabbed my arm.

"Dray!" she whined. I grimaced.

"How many times have I asked you not to call me Dray?" I fumed, turning to her.

"Finally, a rational response. You do realise that's the longest thing you've said since we got back from Potter's cabin?" she asked me. I pondered this for a moment.

"So?"

"So? That's all you can say? You're not talking and I'm not sure Crabbe and Goyle even know how to put intelligent sentences together. What's up with you?" I pondered this too, the last few hours my mind was a complete blank.
"I don't know," I said, confused too.

"Oh, well. Dumbledore will tell us who will be Head-Boy and Girl when we get there. It's totally going to be you!" she tells me, excited. I, on the other hand are unfazed.

"I don't really care. I can still boss people around without a stupid badge on anyway."

"Yeah, but you get your own dorm and bathroom. And you can dock House points too!"

"Own bathroom you say?" I asked, finally interested. Crabbe, Goyle, Zabini and Theo all get annoyed because I spend too much time in the bathroom. But I'm a Malfoy; I need to look perfect at all times.

"Well of course! You get a bathroom like the Prefects one. But all to yourself and the Head-Girl! So you can spend all the time you want in there!" Pansy told me grinning.

"That'd be a bonus. Just depends on who Head-Girl will be." I said. That started off the conversation about who will be Head-Girl, which occupied the remaining train ride.

When we were finally inside the Great Hall and "settle-in" according to Dumbledore he said that he would announce the Head-Boy and Girl.

Pansy grabbed my arm and squealed.

"Pansy please, I don't want a crease in my robes," I told her, shaking her arm off. She shrugged indifferently, still excited.

"It is my pleasure to announce this years' Head-Boy, Draco Malfoy, of Slytherin." The whole Slytherin table erupted in applaud and shouts. Even Professor Snape on the High Table was hiding a smirk while clapping. Being the pompous ass I was, I stood up and bowed at the Hall. Gaining more applause.

"And," the Headmaster continued, "Hermione Granger of Gryffindor."

The whole of Slytherin stopped clapping at once, and the Gryffindor table, as well as some from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, exploded in applause. I sat down and stared at Granger. She was blushing profusely but you could tell she was proud.

"What!?" Pansy shrieked, "That Mudblood? He chose her!?"

"Urgh! I'm going to have to share a dorm with her! I'm going to be infected!" I growled. When the applause was still dying down Dumbledore initiated the Feast. I picked at my food, without appetite.

When the plates were cleared or dinner and were replaced with puddings and all the chocolaty goodness I almost wanted to vomit. That would have been a very un-Malfoyish thing to do. Malfoy's do not vomit!

"Draco, you've hardly eaten anything. Are you okay?" Pansy asked me, concerned.

"Do you think I would have an appetite, knowing where I have to sleep for the next year?" I growled at her. "I'm going to complain."

I got up and walked towards the High Table, towards Dumbledore. I felt eyes following me but I kept my head up and kept walking. Dumbledore stopped eating his treacle tart when I approached.

"Mr. Malfoy?" He asked.

"Professor Dumbledore," I nodded at him.

'What can I do for you?" He asked, placing his hands in his lap.

"I wish to talk to you about your choice as Head-Girl."

"Miss Granger, yes, what about her?" His blue eyes sparkled.

"Well, to be totally honest, I don't think I could spend a week living together with her, let alone a year!" I told him incredulously.

"Why not?" he asked, obviously playing dumb.

"Sir? Come on! I can hardly go one day without insulting her or her stupid friends!" I stopped for a moment before continuing," See sir! Another insult right there! They weren't even present! I don't think I can go a year without getting either one of us killed. And I know how much Grangers death will affect our dear Potter boy. Wouldn't want him messed up in the head now would we?" I told him sweetly. Grinning.

He looked at me for a moment.

"Woops, another one right there." I said, deciding to be honest. "Please sir! You're going to get one of us killed. And it won't be me! I could beat Granger in a duel in a second. Woops, and other one. Honestly sir. This isn't going to be beneficial for either of us."

He was still quiet.

"Then at least give us bloody separate dorms, for Merlin's sake!" I exploded. I heard the Great Hall quiet down. I turned around, expecting to see nothing, but the Great Hall when I was started by a fuming Granger.

A really sexy fuming Granger. I smirked at her. I was enjoying her reaction so much; I missed her hand movement. I noticed it just before it interacted with my cheek.

"Ow! What the fuck Granger?" I asked incredulously, rubbing my cheek. She smirked at me.

"Language Mr Malfoy," The Headmaster says sternly and I turn around and stare at him.
"That's what you say? When you just saw that Mudblood slap me, right in front of your eyes! That's all you fucking say? What the fuck is your problem?" I explode.

The Headmaster was fuming.

"LANGUAGE Mr Malfoy! 50 points from Slytherin! Now you better watch your mouth and your wand Mr Malfoy or you just might lose your place as Head-Boy," Dumbledore yelled. The Great Hall was eerily silent. I shut my mouth and glared at him.

"Good. Now you will listen to me. You and Miss Granger both are Head of the school. So start setting a good example, for the younger years. Swearing and hitting people is not tolerated in this school. As Head's you will share a dorm, you will share Head duties. They include the rounds, which you must do together! Any more complaints from either of you, you will both be removed of your badge," he said, his bright blue eyes glinting in anger.

I turned around to look at Granger, she was annoyed as well. But we both shut our mouths.

"Yes Headmaster," Granger replied softly.

"I understand, Professor Dumbledore."

Dumbledore smiles now, anger completely gone from his face.

"Good. Now that's settled, if you wish you can go to your dorm now," he said, conjuring a piece of parchment, "This has the instructions and password to the dorm. However, you may change it if you like. You may also put passwords on your bedroom doors, but for that you need to come to me first and I shall arrange it." He then passed me the parchment which I then pocketed.

"Thank you Headmaster. If that's all, I shall be leaving now," I say, turning around. Granger is still standing there.

"Granger, please move. Anyone else would think you're a statue," I say. She doesn't speak but she nods at the Headmaster before walking down the aisle towards the front doors. I follow her, nodding politely at Pansy, who just looks solemnly at me.

As soon as Granger and I leave the Hall and are out of ear shot she turns and stares at me.

"What the hell is your problem Malfoy?" she screeches at me.

"Excuse me?" I asked, bewildered.

"Going to the Headmaster? You could have lost us both our badges! What the hell were you thinking?" she asked. If she turned any redder, she could count as a Weasley.

"I was thinking Granger that I couldn't spend a whole year, sharing a dorm with you. For having to wake up seeing you, and go to bed knowing you'll be the last person to see, sounds as pleasant as killing myself. Excuse me for not wanting to die." I say crossing my arms across my toned chest.

"You think I want to spend a whole year in a dorm with you too? I don't want to live in the same quarters as someone who calls me names every single day," she said, her golden brown eyes shining in anger. Her make-up only intensified this.

"Be reasonable Granger. I don't tease you every day. Maybe every second," I smirk at her, "And when you say you don't want to live with me? You're lying. Any other girl would pay money to live anywhere near me!"

"Well I'm not any other girl am I Malfoy?" she replies back at me.

"No you're not. You," I say, sauntering towards her, "are a filthy, dirty, Mudblood Gryffindor. You shouldn't even be here!"

I hit a nerve. I felt like a bastard, watching her eyes now softening and glistening with tears. But she deserved it. She had hit me. No-one hits a Malfoy. She kept her mouth shut. So I continued.

"Your new make-over, is it called, makes you look like a tramp! Stop pretending Granger. You'll never fit in, you're still the same as always. It doesn't matter if your hair isn't bushy, or you actually put on make-up now. It doesn't matter! Because everyone will look through it all and see the dirty, disgusting Mudblood that you are!"

Now there were tears falling silently down her face, wrecking her eye make-up, her eye liner and mascara running down.

"Why?" was as she said softly as she turned around. I frown, not the reaction I was looking for. I

I walk past her, leading the way towards our dorm. When we reached the third level I turned to the painting of a young boy, sitting on a bench.

He was young, maybe eleven or twelve. He had short brown hair and was wearing a pair of pin-striped pants, with only a white collared shirt.

"Password," he said standing up when we approached. Granger still hadn't said anything; tears were still running down her face.

"Semper exsisto fidelis," I say to him. He nods at me and swings open the portrait. I walked forwards first into the dorm for the rest of the year.

It was perfectly suited to the both of us. The left half of the large lounge room was decorated in green and silver- Slytherin colours. The right half was disgusting, decorated in red and gold. Bloody Gryffindor colours.

Granger didn't stop to appreciate all the effort put into the room.

There were many beautifully crafted mahogany tables and chairs, two luxurious long couches, one in green, the other in red. Another set of matching mahogany coffee tables.

Even on the walls there were some many beautiful portraits and paintings.

"Always be true. The old man is a fool." I threw the parchment onto the nearest table.

Granger is already heading to her room. She walks slowly up the right set of stairs to her bedroom.

I shrug off her mood. Moody bitch.

Then I start walking up my own set of stairs towards my own room. It had been a long day.