A/N: To clear up any misunderstandings, in this story, Dumbledore isn't dead, but Harry killed Voldemort already.

Disclaimer: The usual. Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling and not me. THE END.

Chapter 1 : The Accident

"Introducing your headgirl for this year, Hermione Granger!" Dumbledore announced proudly. As she stepped forwarc, Hermione's name was met with shouts, hoots and catcalls, mostly coming from the Gryffindor table, with a few from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, while at the other end of the Great Hall emanated only a smattering of applause.

"And your headboy, Draco Malfoy!" As Draco stepped forward, smirking haughtily, cheers burst from the previously quiet Slytherin table. Meanwhile the rest of the houses booed, and a very audible groan was heard at the Gryffindor table, coming from a gangly redhead.

"Before we start the feast, Mr Filch would like to remind all of you that the Forbidden Forest is, of course, forbidden to all students unless you'd like to die a very gory death. In addition, magic, as always, is not allowed in corridors, and added to this year's list of banned items are Yeevil Yoyos and Gruesome Gum. For a complete list of banned items, please refer to Mr Filch's office. Now my children, piddy glurble bloop, and fill your stomachs with food!"

Everyone in the hall tucked in with gusto, glad to be back at Hogwarts for another year.

"Congrats 'Mione!" said Harry, as she sat down.

"Yeah, it's no surprise that you're headgirl," Ron continued.

"I should think so. After all my hard work and everything, this I must say, I am very deserving of this title." Hermione immediately tucked into the feast, and ceased her chatter for the rest of her time in the Great Hall.

As the feast reached it's end, Dumbledore stood up once more, and clapped his hands to get everyone's attention. He cleared his throat, "One final announcement, everyone. In an act of house unity, we the staff are proud to say that the two new heads this year will be sharing a dormitory and their own common room. Thank you, and have a good night."

The hall immediately broke into a buzz of whispers. Some comments complimenting, and some, well, not that nice to hear. But two very distinct voices could be heard from the two ends of the hall, "What the bloody hell!??"

"Ron, calm down!" Hermione hushed. "I'm not saying that I'm okay with this, but just stop overreacting."

Ron's defensive complex had kicked into action. "No way Hermione! I am so going to Dumbledore, and I will make sure that this is sorted out."

"No Ron!" she snapped. "If it's anyone going to look for Dumbledore, it's me. Now shoo! I'm going off to see him and I will not have you ruining anything with your horrid temper." With that, she stalked off towards Dumbledore's office.

On the other side of the Hall, a certain Draco Malfoy was throwing a fit. "How dare he! That blubbering old fool. I am not going to room with a mudblood!"

"Oh, Drakie-poo!" cried Pansy. "How terrible! Having to go endure seeing that dirty mudblood everyday. I'll miss you Drakey!"

Draco grimaced. "Well, we'll see about that. And stop calling me Drakie-poo!" He shot a menacing glare at Pansy as he strode off to thrash things out with Dumbledore.

"What are you doing here?" Hermione questioned Draco as she saw him approach the stone gargoyle where she was waiting for Dumbledore.

"What are you doing here?" He rebutted.

"For your information, you should be the one answering, as I was the one who first asked the question, you stinking ferret."

At that moment, Dumbledore emerged from his office. "Good evening, and what has brought the two of you to grace my presence?" he said, eyes twinkling as usual.

"Professor, I don't know how to put this but-"

"I will not stand with having to live with this-this mudblood!"

Dumbledore's eyes narrowed. "Mr Malfoy, I will not stand having the use of this kind of language within Hogwarts. And regarding the issue of sharing dormitories, I will not take back my words."

"But-"

"No buts Miss Granger. This is the decision of wholly the staff, and it was made with the school's interest in mind." At that, Dumbledore guided the two towards their common room. "Password is Beozar. Goodnight Miss Granger, Mr Malfoy. I hope you will cohabit civilly."

Dumbledore strolled off as Hermione and Draco entered the common room, but with quite a few disputes within that short while.

"Where are you going?" Hermione blurted out without prior thought, as Draco walked towards his room.

"To my room, of course. Besides, I don't have to answer to the likes of you." He replied. After considering something for a moment, he spun around. "Granger, Granger, Granger. Did you really think that I would willingly have to see a mudblood like you for twenty-four hours every day?"

"Speak for yourself! You-you stupid ferret," Hermione cried.

"Wow, nice choice of words, how eloquent." Draco commented, his words dripping with sarcasm.

Hermione stormed off to her room, as he casually picked up a magazine and started to read, thinking that she would stay in her room. Minutes later, Hermione emerged from her room, a stack of books in her arms. Draco looked up from his magazine in interest.

"Whoa. Didn't know you were so hardworking, mu-"

Before Draco could finish, Hermione leg had caught on the foot of the couch. With a resounding shriek, she toppled forwards, her books scattered all around, landing on him, her lips planted smack dab on his.

The attraction was immediate. Neither could deny the jolt of electricity that ran through their bodies, coursed through their veins, shocking them right down to their bones. They lay there for what seemed an eternity, even though it was only for a moment. Both of them were stunned, so stunned, the had lost all coherent thought and did not have the sense to push off each other.

Out of the blue, there was a banging on the portrait hole. "Hey 'Mione! You alright there?" shouted Harry. "Yeah, we heard a crash," Ron continued. "Hermione!" They both hollered.

Even before Draco or Hermione could react, the two boys had burst through the entrance anxiously.

"Bloody hell, Hermione!" Ron said in shock. "Why're you kissing-"

"GET OFF ME YOU FILTHY MUDBLOOD!!" yelled Draco, as he strode off to his room, slamming the door in his wake.

Hermione stood up slowly, shakily, and her eyes glazed over with tears. With just a few blinks, her tears broke the barriers and she spun around, flouncing off to her room, leaving two confused boys behind.

"What the bloody-" Ron started.

Harry cut him off with a menacing glare. Ron smiled sheepishly and shut his trap. Silence encompassed the room as Harry and Ron left through the portrait hole, both pondering over what had just happened.

Hey there! I've given this story a huge makeover, so hope you all like it! (: Review pls, greatly appreciated!

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Chloe