Hey guys we are back again and are alive and kickin' (well, kind of)

Well this is our first fanfiction which is a direct collaboration between us (we normally work separately but are each other's betas) so we apologise in advance if there are any glaring errors.

Now, this is set after the end of the final battle, but no one of much significance died (we missed Remus and Snape way too much :'( ). Also, we only realised after about 60,000 words that the songs we've used are modern songs and don't fit into the correct time era so please bear with us and we promise to be more thoughtful in the future.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Period. *sigh* such a pity…..

Chapter 1

The owl flew through the kitchen window of The Burrow and deposited the official looking letter in front of Hermione. She vaguely heard the twins whistle ominously as she absentmindedly offered the brown owl a titbit of toast from her plate. After the owl had flown off, Hermione remained staring at the letter, not touching the food on her plate as it got cold.

"Aren't you going to open that?" Harry nudged her, causing her to jump.

"Harry, I'm sure she'll open it in her own time," Ginny berated, sounding all too much like her mother. "She's probably worried."

"Why?" Ron asked through a mouthful of food as per usual. "She's got it."

"But Hannah Abbott…" Hermione said doubtfully, prodding the letter with her fork as if it would explode in front of her.

"Has nothing on you, dear," Mrs Weasley chimed in.

"Are you going to open it or will we have to do it for you?" Fred asked, a twinkle in his eye as he reached for the letter. In the split second before it would have been in his hands, it was snatched up and Hermione clutched it to her chest, protecting it as if she were its mother. That caused matching chuckles from the twins.

Hermione took a deep breath and opened the letter, unfolding the letter and reading it through. The others waited for her reaction and were shocked when she suddenly ran from the room, the letter slipping from her hands and onto the floor. Ginny looked bemused at Harry whilst the twins, Ron and Mrs Weasley all craned their necks to see what it said.

"She got it," Ron said, his voice surprised. "Why did she run away?"

"I'll go see," Ginny stood up from the table and left the room.

It only took her two minutes to find Hermione in her room, dancing around in glee as she sung at the top of her voice. It took Hermione almost three minutes to realise that Ginny was there and she stopped abruptly, a blush gracing her face but her eyes shining with joy nonetheless. Suddenly Ginny squealed and they ran to each other, hugging each other tightly and jumping up and down on the spot.

"I can't believe that I'm going to be head girl!" Hermione shrieked.

"I know," Ginny sighed with happiness. "Everyone always thought you would get it but it was uncertain after last year…"

Hermione's smile faded slightly as she was engulfed by memories of the final battle, the ones she loved falling around her, the flash of brilliant green light as Voldemort fell. She still had nightmares almost five months afterwards and she half expected to wake up to his snakelike face, with his precious Nagini curling around her bedpost, coiled for attack. It still hadn't sunk in that he was actually dead.

"At least Dumbledore let everyone back in who wanted to retake," Ginny brightened the moment.

Dumbledore had quickly announced after the final battle that due to the disruption of the year and the abysmal quality of teaching that everyone could come back and retake their year if they so wished. Several Seventh year students had agreed immediately, Hermione, Harry, Ron and Hannah Abbott being some of them. Other students had asked to come back to the school but advance a year as normal, and Ginny was one of them, which made her officially a Seventh Year this year, in the same year as the 'Golden Trio'.

"Thank God he did, or I wouldn't be able to pass my NEWTS," Hermione looked stricken at the idea and Ginny quickly laughed at her expression.

"Hermione, don't you think you ought to come back downstairs and let everyone congratulate you?" Ginny asked. "I think my dearest mother will have a few words to say."

Hermione allowed herself a brief smile at that idea before a sudden clenching feeling swept over her body. Oh, crap, what had she let herself in for? She had to lead the school! Nerves claimed her, but she forced herself to breath as Ginny led her back into the kitchen. As soon as she stepped foot through the door she was overwhelmed by applause and she was passed round from Weasley to Weasley as they all wanted to congratulate her and give her a friendly hug.

"Well done, Hermione," Harry said quietly. "I know you'll be good at it."

He flashed her a smile before switching it to Ginny and engrossing her in a conversation about Quidditch. Hermione watched the exchange between the two and surmised that it would be difficult to keep them separate this year. After the fiasco of their relationship over a year ago it seemed impossible that Ginny would forgive Harry for ditching her in her hour of need. However, the body language she was showing now proved to Hermione that Ginny was all too ready to give into her feelings and take back Harry. A flick of her hair was ever so slightly seductive, and she watched as Harry was sucked in by it all.

As the twins teased her about her new role of responsibility through the rest of breakfast, Hermione felt herself easing up about her being Head Girl and began to welcome the excitement of a new challenge. God knows she needed it after such an uneventful summer.

Hermione was sat in the prefect carriage, wondering exactly why she had felt so calm about her responsibility. Surrounding her was the prefects from all the houses, and the newbies had instantly bombarded her with questions about their new roles and what was expected of them. The new Head Boy hadn't turned up yet and she found herself burning with annoyance at his lateness.

"Good, you're all here," a familiar drawl turned Hermione's insides to ice. It couldn't be him.

Yet, her eyes lifted to look at his face, his platinum blond hair which suddenly fell so seductively over his stormy grey eyes and her line of sight slid down to the shiny Head Boy badge pinned to his lapel.

"Not you!" Hermione stood up. "How could anyone in their right mind appoint you as Head Boy? You're nothing but a Death Eater's son, a pathetic excuse for a human."

"Granger, I suggest you shut up," his voice seemed calm but there was a level of warning behind his gaze. "Now, sit down, accept that I am Head Boy and listen to what I have to say."

He turned to face the shocked prefects and addressed them all.

"I understand that some of you will be rather surprised to find out that Dumbledore appointed me as Head Boy," he began. "I admit I was extremely shocked when I was informed. But then again, why should I have been? Throughout my life I was known as Lucius Malfoy's son, the Death Eater prodigy, but no-one ever took into consideration what I actually did. I was nearly top of my year for most subjects, falling only behind Miss Granger, and I did help students. Now my father is dead, I can accept this responsibility without the worry of my father's reputation proceeding me. If you have any problems with my appointment then please see the headmaster. Now, Miss Granger, shall we discuss the rota?"

Hermione was too surprised at his polite tone that it took her a minute to realise that she was expected to do something. She cleared her throat to gather her bearings and then handed out a timetable to each person.

"This is the rota for patrols," She explained. "If you have a problem with your rota please come and find me or Malfoy and we'll address the problem. All the patrols are in pairs and each member of that pair must be in a different house to the other. I understand that some of you will disapprove but just remember the idea of house unity. That is more important now than ever before. I urge you to put aside your differences, no matter what you expect them to be like."

"Why do you refer to Draco as Malfoy then?" Jasmine Brehaut, a fifth year Hufflepuff asked.

"Long term rivalry," Draco answered quickly. "I guess we can make a start on it, hey, Hermione?"

It seemed so strange to hear her name coming from his lips but oddly enough it seemed to work.

"Sure, we can try, Draco," she smiled back at him. "Anyway, prefects, time to start the patrols of the trains. I will be in this carriage, along with Mal-Draco, so if you have any problems please come back here. Off you go!"

The prefects stood and filed out of the carriage, the final prefect, Ernie Macmillan closing it after him. Hermione wanted to relax but found herself gripping the edge of the seat tightly.

"Relax, I'm not going to hex you or anything," Draco smiled at her. "I was serious about starting anew. I guess getting on the good side of the Golden Trio, especially the Muggle born has got to show that I'm willing to change."

"Oh, so the apparent friendship is because you want to appear all changed and holier than thou own ass," Hermione snapped. "Not because you actually want to try."

"No, I do, please believe me," Draco's tone suddenly sounded more pleading. "I am trying to change and I'm trying to prove that I'm not my father. Give me a chance, please."

Hermione surveyed his face for a while and when she didn't so much as glance anything other than regret she nodded curtly, before digging Hogwarts: A History out of her little carry-on bag and opening it, instantly becoming absorbing in a book she had read a million times over.

Draco sat down on the other side of the carriage and stared out of the window, watching as the countryside flashed past him. After a few minutes he found his gaze slipping to the Head Girl, who was thankfully too absorbed in her cursed book to realise that he was blatantly staring at her. His eyes roamed over her, suddenly appreciating what he saw. Her face was oval shaped, with large brown eyes that normally sparkled, no matter what mood she was in, her nose was small and cute and her lips were full and kissable.

Kissable? Draco questioned himself. He shook his head slightly to clear those traitorous thoughts out of his head. Hermione Granger's lips are not kissable!

But he couldn't help but take a sharp intake of breath when she gently bit one of her lips, her brow furrowing as she read something in her book. As her lip slipped out from her teeth (god her teeth were suddenly so white and perfect! When had that happened?), his line of sight slid down to where her jumper hinted at a bosom.

"Excuse me a minute, can you manage here by yourself?" Hermione's voice interrupted him and he glanced up at her eyes, which were sparkling.

"Sure, of course, I can," Draco replied.

She walked up to the compartment door. Draco's sight instantly focussed on the back of her jeans, which hugged perfectly her firm behind. When she opened the door and walked out of the compartment, he watched as her derriere twitched in those jeans with each step, and he had to avert his gaze before he thought about having Hermione in front of him, bent over something as he brought his hand down on her ass repeatedly.

His cock jumped slightly as those images perverted his thoughts, but he tried to rush them away by picking up Hermione's book and reading the page she had marked with her bookmark. It was about the house elves situation in the castle and she had marked the page with post-it notes highlighting the amount of house elves that worked in the castle.

She came back as he was reading it and he looked up, allowing a slight blush to grace his face.

"You still on about those house elves?" Draco waved the book in front of her.

"I'll have you know that…" she began, her voice heating up.

"Jesus, Hermione, calm down, I was joking," Draco laughed as he gave her book back.

Hermione looked at him oddly, hearing his laugh for the first time. The smile on his face now made him look attractive, as the smile reached his eyes and added some other emotion rather than the detached emptiness that was normally found there. Plus his laugh was genuine and was one that seemed to reach in her and tug within her.

She opened her mouth to say something when one of the prefects came barging through the door.

"Come quickly, Gryffindors and Slytherins are at it in the corridor!"

Hermione and Draco glanced at one another, something close to disappointment crossing their faces. In a fluid movement they both pulled their wands out, Hermione's from a safe place in down the back of her jumper and Draco's from his back pocket. As they followed the prefect to the problem, Hermione said to Draco, "you shouldn't keep your wand there."

"Why?" Draco asked.

"Because if your wand were to go off by accident it would be your bum that would suffer or worse…" Hermione channelled Moody.

"Umm, thanks, Hermione," Draco looked slightly stricken at the idea of having his goods damaged, but his horror was quickly forgotten as they came across the fight. Some of the younger students were brawling in the corridor whilst the older students able to do magic were firing hexes at one another whilst hiding in the compartments, only poking their wands out to fire a curse.

A purple light came flying through the air towards the Heads but before it could hit, Hermione conjured a shield and it deflected off.

"That is enough!" She shouted, amplifying her voice with her wand so it echoed through the entire train. Everyone stopped fighting and looked slightly scared at the sight of their irritated Head Girl, flanked by no less than her worst enemy.

"What do you think you are doing?" She half screamed at them. "The war is over! Grow up and forget your stupid house rivalry. IT DOESN'T MATTER ANY MORE! If I can get on with Draco Malfoy, you can get on with each other. Now sort yourselves out. A week's worth of detention for all of you and twenty points taken per person. Go back to your compartments."

"NOW!" Hermione shouted when no one moved.

In a flash the corridor was clear and Hermione heaved a sigh, turned to Draco and smiled.

"Glad that's over."

"You are aware that you've just put both of our houses in the negatives before term has even started, right?" Draco checked.

"Hell yes, but don't you think they deserve it?" Hermione asked, walking back to the prefect compartment. "Now that the war is over, there are no sides and I'm going to try my hardest to get rid of any animosity that the houses have towards one another because there's no need for it. It's ridiculous."

"So you're taking no nonsense and being a bit of bitch this year then?" Draco asked. "Exactly like normal then!"

"Oi, you cheeky sod!" Hermione pushed him before rushing into the compartment before he retaliated.

"You're going to pay for that!" Draco ran after her and threw a giggling hex at her which she easily deflected before casting the tickling hex. He got caught by it and ended up on the floor, gasping for breath as he was tickled. After about thirty seconds she relented and in about a second he had her backed in a corner, her wand in his hand.

Perhaps Hermione should have been worried about the fact that she was defenceless and her worst enemy had her at his mercy, but all she could think about was the fact that Draco was only inches away from her.

Her throat was suddenly dry and she licked her lips as her gaze looked down to his lips, before looking back up to his eyes, something expressed in them that she had never seen before. Her heart was thudding so hard against her ribs that she thought it was loud enough for even Draco to hear.

He dipped his head down to hers and hesitated for a second before softly pressing his lips against hers. Hermione sighed and it gave him the opportunity to open her mouth gently with his own and taste her.

Oh god, oh god, I'm kissing Draco Malfoy….wait, what?

Hermione broke off the kiss by pushing him away. Her hand flew to cover her mouth and her brain went into overload about the fact that she had been kissing her worst enemy. Sure, he was acting nice, but how did she know if it wasn't just some ploy? A way to get on her good side before sleeping with her and then blagging about it.

"Hermione," Draco said. "Please, Hermione, I'm not like that anymore."

"Are you reading my mind or something?" Hermione cried.

"No, no, not at all, please believe me, I don't want to hurt you, I really have changed," Draco pleaded.

"How can I know this?" Hermione asked sadly. "As much as I want to believe you, how can I know that you're telling the truth?"

"You don't," Draco sighed, his voice almost breaking. "I guess you can just go back to believing that I'm my father and all I want to do is hurt you because you're Muggle-Born. Bye, Hermione, I'll talk to you some other time."

He left the carriage, leaving Hermione standing still in shock.

All throughout the sorting dinner Hermione found herself glancing over at the Slytherin table, her eyes focussing on him as he quietly ate his dinner, talking to no one. Oh sure he smiled at other people and answered when they talked to him, but he didn't actively participate in conversation. She almost missed Dumbledore's speech after dinner and only realised her name was announced when Ron poked her and gestured upwards.

"These are our Heads now," She vaguely registered him saying. "Now you know their faces, you can feel free to go to them for any reason, that's why they're here."

Hermione dipped her head before sitting down. She made a conscious effort to listen and was startled when Dumbledore ended the speech by dismissing the congregation and asking the two Heads to come up to the High Table. She made her way through the crowd and offered up a small smile to Draco, which he tried to return but it was obviously difficult.

"Enjoying your responsibilities?" Dumbledore enquired, once the Hall had cleared.

"Looking forward to enjoying them, we haven't had much chance on the train journey here," Hermione responded.

"I heard it was quite eventful."

Hermione's pulse quickened and she glanced at Draco, who had gone even paler than usual. How did Dumbledore know about what had happened between them?

"The fight?" Dumbledore pushed.

"Ah yes," Draco breathed in relief. "That was fairly easy to break up. Unfortunately, there will be quite a lot of that this year and in the years to come. People still associate Slytherin with Voldemort, and whilst that continues there will always be fights between the houses."

"Well, I suggest that you two come up with some ideas that will aid the school in becoming unified once more. We cannot led Tom Riddle separate us even after his death, it defies our effort to destroy him in the first place," Dumbledore mused. After a moment of reflection he continued, "oh, yes, I will show you to your quarters now. The Heads are privileged enough to get their own quarters – their own living room and also a kitchen in case you decide to take up cooking in your spare time. As well as that you each get your own bedroom and your own bathroom. Please follow me."

Hermione quickly followed him and Draco wasn't far behind. They trailed the Headmaster up to the Fourth floor, and to a painting of a smiling couple, the woman with glossy brown ringlets and big chocolate eyes whilst the man had blonde hair and his eyes were grey.

"The couple tend to change to represent the Heads," Dumbledore explained the likeness to Hermione and Draco. "Don't worry, they don't expect you to become a couple. In fact, you two are probably the most unlikely couple ever."

Hermione's brow furrowed at that thought. Although it did comply with her own thoughts on that situation, she couldn't help but imagine her writhing under Draco, his words of love falling on her ears as he took her body. She blushed bright red and sensibly avoided the Headmaster's eyes to prevent him from prying into her mind.

"The password is Christmas," Dumbledore said.

"Christmas?" Draco laughed. "Seriously?"

"What? Who would pick Christmas as a password at this time of year?" Dumbledore replied.

"Loony Lovegood," Draco replied instantly.

"Oi, you be nice about her, she's one of my closest friends," Hermione said indignantly.

"Yeah I bet she is," Draco snorted.

"Er, I don't like the direction your mind is going, Draco Malfoy, so please stop those thoughts and grow up!" Hermione snapped back.

"I take it back," Dumbledore said quietly.

"What?" They said in unison.

"Nothing, it seems my tastebuds are craving some lemon drops, I must go," Dumbledore made a quick exit, hiding the fact that the passion that he had just witnessed between them formed the basis of a very interesting relationship.

"Ergh, he's crazy," Draco sighed.

"Be respectful," Hermione slapped him on his arm. "He's the Headmaster."

"Shall we see the Head quarters?" Draco asked.

Hermione laughed at that. "Headquarters – love it!"

Draco looked bemused by her reaction but nonetheless spoke the password to let them into their rooms. The couple smiled down at them and then kissed each other, causing identical groans of disgust from the Heads.

"Wow," Hermione gasped once she was in the room.

It was a living room like none she had seen before.

It was large, to say the very least. It could easily encompassed the downstairs of her parents' house, and it was sparsely decorated. There were two small sofas and two matching armchairs, along with a coffee table which completed the ensemble. In one corner stood the kitchen, which again was sparse, which three cupboards, a fridge/freezer, a cooker and a sink stood. In another corner of the room was a bookcase with a note attached informing them that any book from the library could be summoned there.

"That's perfect!" Hermione clapped her hands together in glee. "I don't have to go traipsing down to the library at one o'clock in the morning!"

Apart from that though there was little else there. It seemed obvious that the Heads were supposed to decorate the room themselves, for the décor was neutral and the size of the room meant that it seemed to scream for more furniture.

"Bedroom," Hermione mused, going to the doorway to the left, hoping that it was the right one.

She saw her name on the door and opened it up, gasping at her bedroom. It was once again large in size, with a huge king size bed in the centre of the opposite wall. There was a chest of drawers, a wardrobe and a mirror in the room, but once again it was neutral. She spotted another door and she crossed the room to reach it, finding herself in her bathroom. The bath could have easily fit five people in it and the shower was also large in size.

She had never seen such luxury in her life and she had it all to herself.

Well almost.

There was Draco Malfoy to share the living room with. Draco with his handsome face and lean body….god had she felt his lean body when he had pressed into her for that kiss. Just thinking about that kiss made her want more. She touched her lips and could almost feel the tingle within them from their brief contact.

Oh dear, how was she going to survive living with him for a whole year? It would have been fine if they had been in their respective house areas – they were on opposite sides of the school then! But now she had to live with him, share duties with him, organise Head business with him and attend classes with him.

She made her way back into the living room and sat down on one of the sofas. She was vaguely aware of Draco also being in the room, but she was more aware of the very awkward silence between them.

"Erm, are we going to talk about it?" Draco cleared his throat and asked, obviously nervously.

"What is there to talk about?" Hermione replied. "It was the heat of the moment, nothing more, nothing less."

That's not true and you know it…she shushed her inner voice.

It appeared as if Draco was having a similar problem to her because he hadn't said a word and his face looked rather confused.

"You are aware that I'm not the same person I was, right?" Draco finally said.

"That may be true, Draco, but I don't know that," Hermione repeated from earlier. "You may have changed completely, but I can't tell if you actually are interested or if it's some sort of cruel prank to play on me. There's too much bad history between us for anything to happen."

"But Hermione," Draco began but Hermione effectively cut him off by standing up.

"I'm going to have a shower and then I'm going to bed," she said stiffly. "Goodnight, Draco."

"Goodnight, Hermione," Draco said, his voice low, his head turned away from her.

As Hermione stepped into the shower and felt the tension in her shoulders ebb away under the constant spray of hot water, she couldn't stop her mind from switching to Draco Malfoy. He was definitely an enigma. A handsome enigma for certain, but still, Hermione had to crack him before she would be content to do a repeat performance of earlier.

Her mind wouldn't be content unless she truly knew him, but her body certainly wanted him. Memories of that kiss, as brief as it had been, invaded her mind, flooding her body with warmth but also desire. She felt her lower stomach begin to twist and turn in that familiar way, and she silently cursed herself as the memories switched into fantasies. What if she hadn't stopped him? What if he had pulled down her jeans and panties, unbuckled his trousers and had taken her right there?

It was too much to bear and her fingers found her nub, desperately seeking release. It came seconds later, her body shuddering with the orgasm which swept her body and caused her to collapse onto the floor of the shower.

"That's the problem with sexual starvation, Hermione, you can't control those thoughts!" She reprimanded herself. Goosebumps were breaking out over her skin as a result of her pleasure, and she quickly switched off the shower and dried herself. Exhaustion gripped her, a combination of the long journey, the emotional stress of the day and also the fact that she had just orgasmed for the first time in a year. She fell into her bed as naked as the day she was born and laid there, her eyes closed.

Her very last thought before she fell asleep was:

Damn, I need to get laid.

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