A/N: Hiiiiii! I have been reading fan fic for a while, so I decided to write one myself! I hope I get some reviews!

Disclaimer: I am not J. K. Rowling and none of her characters belong to they did, the pairing's would be waaaaay different (as you will probably see). I hope you enjoy it :3

Chapter 1

Hermione dropped her possessions almost instantly at the doorway of the portrait as she stepped into the room. A sense of pride overwhelmed her to the point where a huge smile broke out and enveloped her face. After all the hard effort she put into her school work and extra curriculum activities, it had eventually paid off. She was finally head girl.
While walking in; she embraced the surrounding. The smell of the crackling fire swiftly flew up her nostrils and caused her to let out a sigh of happiness. Her head turned to the left to find a small but cosy kitchenette. The colours of the counters were very woodland-like, which complimented the stone walls around it. On the right was the living area. It was humble, yet somewhat magnificent and enchanting. Half way through the absorbing of her new home, there was an annoying muffled noise, almost like it was nagging at her. She snapped out of her daydream and found Ginny whining behind her about all of her luggage left at the doorway and how she nearly landed on her face when her foot got caught under her trunk. Hermione turned round to face her friend and pulled her into a bear hug.

"Hermione, what's gotten into you!"
She exclaimed while being chocked by the fabric Hermione was wearing.
The brown haired girl eventually let go of her, skipped over to the sofa and slumped onto it.

"Oh nothing. Just the fact that I've got a whole place to myself!"
She said while bursting into a huge smile, once again.

"Ah, I think you've forgot the fact that there's also a head boy" she stated, raising one eyebrow.

Hermione's face dropped as she came crashing down from cloud nine as soon as Ginny reminded her. It had totally slipped her mind. To every head girl, there is a head boy. Anxiety flooded her mind. What was he to be like? Was he someone that she liked? She had drifted off into deep thought without knowing, leading to Ginny screaming her name and clicking her fingers in her face to try to bring her back to earth. Shaking the worry to the back of her head; she responded to Ginny with a groan.

Ginny and herself carried her luggage up to her room before Ginny heading off to Gryffindor dorm. After she had unpacked all of her belongings, she decided it was the time to get changed into her uniform and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind her. She stopped at the mirror and gazed at her reflection. She found herself starting to compare her appearances now to her younger self she had once been. Noticing her face was slimmer and more mature. Her hair was no longer bushy but soft, sleek, slender curls which caressed her face and flowed over her shoulders. The body she had was now curvaceous in all the right place with a fairly nice bust and bum as a bonus. The only thing that hadn't changed was her large brown pools she had for eyes. Subconsciously brushing her hand through her locks, she heard there was a shuffling of footsteps downstairs. Through process of elimination, she guessed it was her roommate. The new head boy.
She heard talking but couldn't make out the words, nor the voices. She pushed it aside and got ready as quick as she could so greet the unknown boy. Hermione walked down the stairs to find an desolate room. Disappointed never the less, she headed for the portrait not knowing what was in store for her later on that very evening.

Draco walked down the halls with Blaise mindlessly chatting about things heading towards the hall.

"Do you know who the new head girl is, Drake?" Blaise asked, eyes fixated on the crowd of people swarming.

"No, I don't actually. Why do you ask?"

"You're not curious to find out who you'll be spending your days with for the next year?" He asked, eye's still on the crowd but now raising one eyebrow.

"Of course I'm curious but I'm not going to find out until half an hour so there's no point worrying."
Draco ran his hand though his silvery hair, moving it out of place and ruffled it back into order. He suppressed the 'head girl' curiosity as he saw some Ravenclaw girls running past him, giggling and whispering as they did so. A 'This was going to be a good year' smirk sat on his lips. Blaise caught the wondering eyes of Draco, shook his head and let out a small laugh which Draco heard and turned to grin mischievously.

Blaise glanced slightly over the right. "Whoa, is that Ginny Weasley? She's not looking to bad this year."

"Why would you even consider that weaselette? That's vile Zabini, I thought you had more class." Draco hissed.

"Malfoy, I was just looking at her, not trying to shag her."
Blaise rolled his eyes then spotted the girl standing next to Ginny.

"Who's that? Next to the 'weaselette'."

Draco glanced over to discover her himself then he scoffed.
"One of her disgusting friends no doubt." Draco sneered shooting a look at his friend.

"Well, whoever it is, she's not too bad herself."

"Blaise, you dog, stick your tongue back in your mouth and stop drooling." Draco said snapping at him.

He continued to look at them, trying to figure out who the mystery girl was. At that point, two new individuals join the girls. It was Potter and the other Weasel. God how he hated them. He was surprise to not see that filthy little mudblood trailing behind them... That was until the Weasel had grabbed the mysterious girls hand and kissed her lightly on the cheek which she responded to by hugging him. That's when Draco caught the girl's face.

It's that pathetic excuse of witch Granger.

He watched her nuzzle her head into Ron. It was utterly repulsive. The taste of blood flooded his mouth realised he was biting the skin inside his mouth so deep it began to bleed his bitter but pure blood. Unlike that dirt. Blaise saw the sour look and chose to ignore it, not wanting a confrontation right there as he knew how heated Draco got. Draco looked back at Blaise as he felt him staring.

"Yes?" Draco questioned.
Once again, Blaise just inwardly laughed and shock his head.

Hermione sat down at the table, brimming with anticipation. She couldn't wait for everyone to know that she was Head girl. As bitchy as it sounded. She heard the head teacher clang his fork against the goblet perched on the table where all the professors sat.

"As you all know; a new year, new start. We had ups and downs last year which unfortunately led to the injury of Professor Snape. On the other hand, he has recovered and is doing well. He shall be back in a few days. Until then, potions shall be cancelled."

A few cheers erupted from the crowd. Hermione rolled her eyes.
Yay! Can't wait for him to insult her in some sort of way!

"Enough of the bad news! Let's focus on the good. I'm proud to announce our new head girl and head boy. Miss Granger and Mr Malfoy."

A round of applause was drowned out by Hermione's heart beat throbbing in her ears 10 times fasted than it should've. She slowly maneuverer her head to face him, eyes wide open, to find Draco glaring at her so fiercely she felt it burn on her own face.

Draco stormed into the Slytherin common room, slapping his hands down onto the emerald leather couch. His eyes had turned a shade of solid steal which looked to be impenetrable.

"How could I get put with such scum? The filth. It's outrageous!"
At this point, his whole body was trembling with anger.

"Drake, it's not that bad. She not going to try to kill you in your sleep or touch you for that matter." Blaise said with a slightly joking tone which was soon shoot down by Draco's overwhelming glare. He rolled his eyes as soon as Draco's head snapped back to looking at the fire.

"I'm sure it'll all work out, besides, it's not like Granger's not going to spend most of her spare time either studying or reading in the library or with her 'friends'. You won't even see her that often."

Blaise walked over and reached under the couch to reveal a bottle of fire whiskey which he had saved from the last school year, seeming to be half empty. With a flick of his wand two glasses appeared, one in his hand the other in Draco's. He raised one eyebrow at Draco as approval to pour some in his glass, which Draco simply consented with a nod. He took a sip. Feeling the fire on his tongue made him screw up his face a little then relax as the effects started to kick in.

"You need to just chill Drake. All this hyperventilating about silly little issues is going to do you health any good, is it? Since with your parents be-"

Blaise stopped himself because he saw the pain concealed within Draco's eye.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"It's fine. Don't worry."

"...Everything's going to be ok, mate. It's going to take some time but, things will work out in the end."

Blaise took swig of his drink, leaving only drops left in his glass. Topping up; he perched himself on the edge of the sofa arm. Draco took occasional sips, savouring the taste, the fiery feeling that danced on his tongue made him feel mellow and loosen up slightly.

"You know what? I don't care. Caring doesn't get you anywhere. It's an invisible feeling that doesn't help the situations but makes it worse. Fuck it. No more caring for me."

He closed his eyes and let out a small smirk thinking how fun his next thought was going to be.

"And I'm going to make Granger's life hell."

Hermione paced back and forth in her room convinced her life was over having to spend a whole year with Malfoy and Malfoy only, in the same common room. What was she to do? Ask to not be head girl and let all of Gryffindor down? Feeling cramped; she decided to do her pacing elsewhere downstairs. She strode down the stairs to hear a knock coming from the portrait. Anxiously opening the door, she was tackled to the floor letting out a faint squeal.

"Alright, 'Moine?" Ron said with a huge grin on his face.

"Ronald! Really?" She huffed at the awkward strand of hair that fell to her face. "Why be so rough?"

"You didn't mind it during the summer." He inwardly growled and started to kiss and suck Hermione's neck, hitting her sensitive spots.

"Uh... Ron... The door." Ron kicked the portrait door shut. He stopped to look at her.

"Shall we carry this on upstairs?" Ron winked at her causing he lower region to feel slightly more damp than it had before.

"We shall." She smiled while a berry red blush flooded her face.
With that, he picked her up marital style and whisked her up and off to the bedroom.

Draco slurred the password to the portrait and the door swung open. He stumbled, tripping over his own foot.

Huh. Thought Granger would be downstairs reading or something. Eh, who gives a fuck anyway.

He managed to make it up the stairs in one piece when he heard soft moaning coming from the bedroom opposite his. Curiously, he walked over to the door and peaked through the tiny keyhole sitting underneath door handle. His eye's widened to find Hermione on top of Ron. Completely in the nude, bouncing gently up and down making her bust jiggle fiercely. Draco's face screwed up at how disgusting he found it, but he was unable to look away from scene. He groaned as he felt a swell growing inside his underwear. He rubbed his eyes, pulling away from the keyhole and standing up again.

Why did I get so aroused at that horrid
sight?

With that, he dragged himself back to his room, trying to shake the thought from his mind.

So yeah, it's not the most interesting chapter, I know, but hopefully it will get better for you to read:3

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