Chapter One - Fat Chance
"Professor. There must be some sort of a mistake. You cannot possibly be serious about this. Me, and him? Sharing a common room?" Hermione Granger began politely. "How can He-" she said, pointing at him in disgust, "-be head boy?"
"Miss Granger, you know as well as i, that Mr Malfoy is indeed capable at using his knowledge at procuring such a post." Professor McGonagall stated calmly, as she looked between the two new heads. Minerva McGonagall had long since known exactly whom she wanted to put forward as a candidate from her house to be entitled the head duties. Hermione Granger was the best student Hogwarts had seen in a long time, and she had not hesitated to put her name forward. It was without much surprise that Severus Snape had thus put forward Draco Malfoy, only second to Hermione's abilities.
Hermione's train of thought kept coming to the same conclusion. I will not share so much as a quill with him, never mind a bloody common room! What were the teachers thinking? I have either to give up Head-Girl or make Malfoy give up Head-Boy. The latter seemed an unlikely option. It slowly dawned on her what position she was in. What am i thinking? I will not let Malfoy get one over on me. And i most definitely will not give up something i had been working hard for, just because of him!
"If the both of you have nothing more to add, i gather we can continue upstairs so that i may show you your new home for the year? Or would you like to resume your bickering?" McGonagall asked, tired of the same consistency of mutinous behaviour between them.
Hermione blushed a little, and she and Malfoy followed McGonagall out of her office and up the stairs, but not before, they glared intensely at each other.
"After you, Mudblood." Malfoy said bluntly, waving his hand to the door, though not within earshot of the Professor.
"Oh no, Ferret. Please, after you!" Hermione said, gesturing him past, faking politeness.
"Good. Always tail your superiors at their feet." He smirked, and pushed past her, brushing his robes of imaginary dust, catching up with McGonagall, who was half way down the hall.
Hermione scoffed, and hurried along in their wake. Ugh. He is so infuriating! Professor McGonagall led them both, through many hallways, and after Hermione had got to counting seven corners, she gave up her abysmal attempt, and looked for portraits of such that would help her remember where she was going.
McGonagall came to an abrupt halt. And Hermione had to dodge Malfoy carefully to avoid skidding right into him. Would not want to get horrible Mudblood germs on his precious expensive robes! They had come to a portrait of a young girl fanning herself on a rock at the edge of what appeared to be The Black Lake. She was a very attractive young woman. She had soft brunette curls cascading down her back, not much different from Hermione's. "Password?" She enquired.
Professor McGonagall looked from Hermione to Draco hesitatingly, before uttering the password. "Collaborans." She said. "It means, in Latin, working together. Which i hope the both of you will employ this year. Good-day to you both."
As she walked away, leaving them both in front of an open portrait hole, they were both thinking the same thing.
Fat chance.
A/N: Steady first chapter i think. R&R!