They had just recently gotten back after the war was over and the school was rebuilt again. They were all coming back to finish up their eighth year at Hogwarts, well at least Hermione was and Harry. Ron decided instead to pursue his career to become a Chudley Cannon Keeper and while he was working on that he would help his brother George with the joke shop. Hermionie after talking to Ron decided if that was what he wanted to do with his life and become a dropout than she didn't want to have anything to do with him relationship wise. They split ways but they were still platonic friends. Coming back after the war many of her former class mates had changed or had passed on, like Fred, Ron's brother, they didn't talk about him much anymore, and it even hurt Hermionie to think about how tragically he died saving his twin ending his own young life.

Coming back from the war Hermione now lived with Harry in 13th Grimwald Place because she was unable to find her parents in Australia. She was rather sad about the whole ordeal when Harry invited her to stay with him explaining that he had no one else to stay with him now that his god father Sirius, and Severus Snape were dead. They cleaned up the place nice that summer making it once again livable. She even had her own room and Kreacher the house elf was even somewhat nicer to her. While packing up her trunk for her eighth year, Hermionie had run into a flustered Harry running up the stairs with an opened letter in his hand.

"Harry, what's that you got in your hand?"

"Oh… not-nothing…" Harry blushed stuttering a bit.

She made a grab for the letter, "Harry James Potter, you read my school letter! Why on earth would you do that?"

"Hermione, Mione-" Using his pet name for her thinking it would ease her edge. "You will be glad I did, just read!"

She read aloud getting ready to pound Harry if he did for a stupid reason. "Dear Ms. Granger, blah blah, school supplies list, blah blah-" Her eyes widened and mouth dropped at the next few lines.

I am happy to inform that none other than you, Miss Hermione Granger, have been selected out of a few choice students to be Head Girl this year. After the feast and house sorting you shall be requested to come to my office to meet the Head boy this year, Mister Draco Malfoy. You shall also share a room this year, divided evenly for each Head and share a common room. I hope you will accept and have another wonderful year at Hogwarts.

Sincerely,

Headmistress McGonagall

"Is she BLOODY BONKERS! How does she expect me and Malfoy to get along in one room together, let alone live together for a whole year?" Hermione exclaimed while rushing back to her room as Harry followed and agreed. "I will definitely be having a word with her when we get to school."

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The days following up to her great meeting with the Headmistress stressed her out, but Harry kept telling her she had nothing to worry about. 'Of course he would say that he defeated the bloody Dark Lord himself, like it was no sweat off his back.' She thought as rolled she eyes. Harry and she both made their way to the Great Hall to watch the house sorting once again. Although she wasn't thinking much of the house sorting or even paying attention, all she could think about was being selected Head Girl and getting the letter from McGonagall. She had realized sometime after disputing about the letter with Harry that Malfoy had also gotten the same letter probably in regarding him becoming Head Boy, and she thought he also no doubt probably hated that it was she that was picked. After everyone was settled in their now respective houses, Hermione had the feeling someone was watching her making the hairs on the back of her next stand up. She turned around swiftly meeting none other than the eyes of the Head Boy himself. He looked away as soon as she met his stare as she took in his appearance. There was food in front of him but he didn't seem to be eating, and she also noticed he was cast away from most of the Slytherin table, not even close to Blaise Zabbini or Pansy Parkinson, who usually was hanging all over him was draped casually over Blaise. She then realized that it was because two of his only friends or she thought they were had died or been arrested in the war. The only other time she had actually seen Malfoy looking like this was when his friend Crabbe was consumed by the flames in the Room of Requirement; Malfoy looked so alone in the crowded room. She was pulled back to her thoughts when Harry offered her Pumpkin Juice and she politely declined.

After dinner she made her way to the Headmistresses office remembering when it was once Dumbledore's. She mumbled the password McGonagall had enclosed with her school letter, letting herself climb the cold stone steps. She made her way to the door hearing faint noises and knocking.

"Come in Miss Granger!" McGonagall cried.

Hermione opened the door to see a school uniform clad Malfoy sitting in one of the two chairs facing towards McGonagall's desk. He was sipping tea and McGonagall was scratching absent minding writing on a piece of parchment in front of her, with her glasses on the bridge of her nose. 'No doubt writing up what we have to do this year as Heads' she thought to herself.

"Hermione, dear, have a seat why don't you." She motioned for the seat next to Malfoy and smiled slightly looking up.

She sat down as McGonagall finished writing setting down her quill and clasping her hands together. "So Mister Malfoy and Miss Granger… This year I have chosen each of you to be the Heads of this year at Hogwarts. I would like to know now that you are both accepting and up for the position, and if not I need to know now."

Hermione thought frantically 'Now's my chance, I can back out without any harm done.' But she found herself instead saying, "Of course Headmistress, I wouldn't like to do anything better." And then she smiled looking at Malfoy for his reaction. Shockingly without looking at her even with a smirk he also agreed to be Head Boy.

"Well now than that's settled. I would like to tell you were your room is, it's not far from my old personal quarters, it is in the Dungeon area past the professors staff rooms which are past the Slytherin common room…" Hermione zoned out but listening taking in the information while she was thinking to herself. 'Why does he want to share a room with me?' She was in a little bit of shock as she glanced sideways to see a straight faced Malfoy and was shoved out the door by McGonagall. They made their way quietly and hastily to their room. Malfoy mumbled the password to get in letting Hermione in first surprising her. Hermione led herself through the common room and to the right where he room was. Malfoy was doing the same as he led himself to his door. She opened hers looking in before going in noticing another door open revealing an adjoined bathroom they had to obviously share. She made her way into her room closing the door and then removing her toiletries putting them in the right sided cabinet above the double sink area and noticed that Malfoy had already put his things away. 'Well how did he get in here before her?' She continued thinking as she closed his matching door to hers and started getting ready for bed taking a shower. The bathroom was incorporated with both of their house colors with a neutral brown shower curtain and a red with gold embroidery towel next to a green with silver embroidering towel hanging on a rack. She made her way back to her room towel drying the rest of her hair and pulling on her flannel pajama bottoms with a tank. Without thinking she didn't close her bathroom door and she pulled out her school outfit laying it across her trunk at the end of the bed. She heard the door faintly open to the other side of the bathroom. She turned around to face a Malfoy gripping her bathroom door handle and staring at her as she turned around, eyes widening a bit.

She turned around sternly, "Can I help you with something Malfoy?"

He stared at her looking up and down. "Um… Well…" Hermione suddenly looked down at her outfit realizing since she was in her pajamas she wore no bra to bed and it was rather cold in the room. She looked up at him and quickly covered her chest crossing her arms as blush rose to her cheeks. "I just wanted to tell you I am taking a shower and then going to bed. Goodnight… Hermione." His voice was a little deeper as he quickly shut the door and locked it while she stood there in shock for the second time that night. He none other than Draco Malfoy had just called her by her first name Hermionie, and she thought it sounded sexy coming out of his mouth. 'Wait, when had I started calling him Draco' she bantered with herself as she thought about this.

She looked around and then tested the word. "Draco… Draco…" She smiled to herself thinking she like the way his name silkily rolled off her tongue. Before she went to bed she walked out of her room and over to his knocking on the door. She didn't know what propelled her to do it that night; she just did out of pure curiosity. He answered it looking a little shocked and in just his towel covering half his body with rivulets of water dripping from his hair down the planes of his alabaster white skin chest to his abdomen. She watched them travel not daring to let her eyes travel any lower.

He stared at her with wondering eyes as she finally made it back up to his face. His face… Before she could think about it more she jerked back to reality, he also looked her back up and down once, stopping a little longer at her chest which still had no bra covering it just a thing tank, looking back into her eyes, still with not a hint of a smirk gracing his features.

"I just wanted to say that I hope we can live well together this year." Finally finding the words she wanted to speak, "So, goodnight… Draco." She turned away quickly not before reading the faint shocked expression in his eyes, and made it back to her room to go straight to sleep with dreams of Draco Malfoy saying her name.

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The next few weeks were easy as she got back into the rhythm of going to classes again every day. She even had a free period to go start on her homework or study in the library all she wanted after lunch ending her days short. She even had a pleasant time making her Head duty rounds with Draco. They had talked more about the past and gotten to know each other a little better than before. You couldn't say they were exactly friends, but they were on at least talking terms and said 'Hello' to each other in passing down the hall on their way to their next classes. Even Harry had learned to accept the fact that Draco was sort of an all right bloke, but he still called him by Malfoy.

That night on their usual rounds Draco was looking a bit knackered and yawning constantly. Hermione instantly was asking if he was ok and he responded with 'just a bit sleepy' while he yawned again. They walked some more until Draco almost walked into a wall. She yanked him away before he did and told him to go back to the room convincing him she was fine, it was only 10:30 pm anyways, but they had to make rounds until 1 that morning this time. Looking unconvinced but too tired to argue, he made his way back to his room kicking off his uniform before just passing out on his bed until morning. When Hermionie made her way back to their room she also barely shucked her clothes off and cleaned herself and went to bed. Hermione didn't dream at all, too tired to dream, all she saw was black.

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She was running late that morning… The infamous Hermione Jean Granger was late to her first class, Potions with Slughorn. She woke up that next morning to see the sunlight streaming into her window and heard a few owls hoot flying by her window delivering messages. She was feeling relaxed until she took a look at her clock and figured out what day it was. It was a weekday and it was 9 am! Her first class was a half hour in and on top she had missed breakfast. She quickly pulled on her white button down shirt and grey sweater with Gryffindor tie, hopefully covering the fact that she had forgotten a bra. Along with it she pulled on a grey skirt and her knee highs with Mary Jane's. She ran down the corridor grabbing her book bag and wand throwing her hair into a haphazard ponytail. Thankfully Potions wasn't that far away just a little ways past the Slytherin Common room and professors quarters. She quickly took in a calming breath, composing herself a bit she strode into the classroom. All eyes turned to stare then looked away realizing it was just Hermione went back to their potion making; she mumbled an apology to Professor Slughorn about Head duties and over sleeping. He nodded at her brushing it off, she knew he would remove the tardiness from her record; he couldn't after all have one of his best students ever be tardy. She looked around for an available seat, Gryffindor's and Slytherin's were put in the same potion class this year. She glanced toward the back of the classroom finding the only seat that wasn't taken; it was right next to him. She made her way to the stool behind the table and he looked at her back straight and a faint smile danced across his lips before it was gone and she sat down. She took out quills, ink and parchment to take note as the Professor went over the procedures for the potion they would be making, which was to make anything your favorite color. It was a purely a sixth year potion, but they were still going over reviews. Starting the potion she and him finished the potion early having the rest of the hour to so as they pleased. She turned over to start a conversation with Draco but noticed he had put his head down turned away from on his elbows. His blonde hair was facing her, it wasn't long but it was that perfect length that you could run your hands through it. And that's just what she wanted to do and how her daydream began.

She looked at the back of his head again and her eyes became glossy. She saw herself in the back of the classroom no one paying attention and that's when she made her move. Feeling brave she reached over to lightly drag her fingers through the silky white blonde hair. Draco moved against the hand sighing in appreciation. She did it again this time dragging them through a little more pulling a little. This time he moaned at her rough handling making her gasp in a shocked response. She smirked at the thought of making the Slytherin Sex God; she did hear the rumors, moan because of her. He looked at her after the second time, his pale blue eyes growing darker, and his look questioning but knowing at the same time. She didn't notice but saw a smirk, making him all the sexier, than felt the reason why. His warm soft fingers were resting on her knee. Her eyes widened as his turned to face the class again pretending like nothing was going on. She could feel herself start to get flustered as she too also looked to the front of the class. His hands were now moving more deliberately up her leg to the hem of her short skirt, she felt his slightly calloused hand caress her back and forth. She bit her bottom lip trying to focus on something to prevent her from making a noise she didn't want anyone but a lover to hear. He had now made it past her skirt pushing it up a bit; her chest began to heave trying to fill her lungs full of air faster. He was so close she could almost feel him and-

She was abruptly brought out of her promiscuous thoughts as she her the slam of book bags on the table and shuffling of students motioning that it was the end of class. To help matters of course Draco was also sitting awfully close to her and had a hand on her arm. She blushed and brushed back her bangs out of her face with the hand that wasn't being touched by Draco.

"Are you alright Hermione?" He looked at her genuinely concerned, but looking into his eyes she knew he knew something.

"Of course I am Draco," She fanned herself to look nonchalant. "I am just a little, hot… I mean, um, it's very warm in here today!"

She tried to cover up how she was feeling but she had just flop. 'Hopefully he didn't notice my slip up of words.' She turned fully and looked at him again and this time he had a smirk in place of the concerned facial expression. He looked her up and down again idly stopping before her face while making his way back up.

This time he looked right back in her eyes like she was something to eat and winked while smiling. "Well, I will see you, later, back in the Common Room Hermione."

She noticed he had said her name with meaning that time and then she realized Draco Malfoy just winked at me! 'Wait, I wonder why…' She made sure practically no one was in the classroom before getting up and making her way to the girls' lavatory before her next class. She took one glance in the mirror and realized why her stared at her like that. You could see her chest protruding out of her sweater like two points. She gasped and crossed her arms immediately figuring she would just make up an excuse that she was sick just to stay in her room to hide from embarrassment. She was mortified as she realized Draco had seen them, but what had he meant when he would see her later?

It was just a silly little fantasy she had in class, but after the way he looked at her, 'Maybe' she thought, 'Maybe it could be more.' She didn't want to get her hopes up though. I mean after all it was just a harmless daydream.

Please Read and Review! Would really appreciate it! I want to know, was it good, bad, what? I also want to know if I should make this a two-shot, like you know the second part be after Draco came back to the common room and what happened. Hope you like

-Summmerlover

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