Hey old fans and new fans! It's good ol' PotterheadKitty. I decided to start a Draco/Hermione fanfic because it seems like a challenge, and it also seems like a whole lot of fun. And cause I like bad boys. I can do a lot with Draco's personality...mwahahahha.

Anywhoo, it's gonna be your typical Dramione-except with a few twists-Head Boy, Head Girl, "Hermione changed over the summer", blah blah blah...

Also, I may add, my story's details are gonna be tweaked and edited a bit. For example, they have cell phones. It just helps for me, which you will see later.

I have nothing else to say but...ENJOY!

(Everything belongs to the amazing J.K. Rowling. If I wrote Harry Potter, than I would be married to Adam Levine and living in my 80 room castle. Not in the suburbs of Orlando, Florida.)

~PotterheadKitty~

"Draco, would you hurry up?" Blaise Zabini called from a train compartment, annoyed. "You're walking like you have something caught in your ass."

"Sorry," Draco Malfoy snapped icily. He tried to ignore the stinging pains in his back and pushed past a bunch of new kids on the Hogwarts Express. He watched as they said goodbye to their parents. Ugh. Bullshit.

He slid into the window seat across from Blaise. So he wouldn't have to take anymore of Blaise's scrutiny, he pulled out his iPhone, which was randomly bleeping. He had ten texts and three missed calls by Pansy Parkinson.

"I told you she was insane!" Draco said, thrusting the iPhone under Blaise's nose.

"Oh God," Blaise said, smirking. "You already know she's ridiculously clingy. Break up with her."

"We're not even going out in the first place." Draco began tapping his screen, deleting every text and ignoring the missed calls.

"Shagging every other weekend doesn't count?"

Before Draco could answer with a few choice words, Pansy Parkinson appeared out of the blue. She had long, dark wavy hair, smoldering green eyes, and full, red lips. She was clad in Muggle clothes. She was wearing a tight, spaghetti strap tank top, scraps of denim that she called shorts, and black fishnet leggings. It was all finished with a pair of black motorcycle boots that probably cost as much as the whole Hogwarts Express.

Draco did not want to sit next to Pansy. She had some kind of sick, twisted impression that he was in love with her, which was 100% wrong. He just kept her around for emergency shagging. But, surprise, surprise, she slid seductively onto Draco's chair. She held her Droid in his face. "Did you get my texts?"

"Nope," he answered, kicking Blaise in the leg. "My phone can be retarded sometimes."

"That's too bad." Pansy pouted, which she meant to be sexy. In Draco's mind, she just looked stupid.

"Are you ready for seventh year, Drakey?" she gushed. "It's gonna be so much fun-"

"How many times have I told you not to call me...Drakey?" he said through clenched teeth.

Pansy covered her mouth playfully and giggled. "Oops!" she brayed. "I see. That's only for when we're alone then." Draco coughed into his hand to prevent himself from vomiting.

"Can you not do that here, Pansy?" Blaise said, clearly uncomfortable.

"Oh, you don't have to be such a third wheel, Blaise," she gushed.

"Blaise is fine," Draco answered immediately. He eagerly wanted to get out of this conversation. "You know what? I think I'm going to see where that trolley lady is. I want some Cauldron Cakes."

"Should I come?" Pansy added.

But Draco let the door slide shut behind him, pretending he hadn't heard her. Honestly, he just wanted out of that compartment. Blaise has been no help, and she's just been...annoying. He's never had a real, personal, down-to-earth conversation with the slut. It was horrible.

He was too busy wrapped in his own thoughts he didn't see the person who smashed into him. They both fell onto the floor, with Draco landing on his back, right on his bruises. He hissed in pain and brought himself up into a sitting position, getting ready to cuss somebody out.

"Watch where the fuck you're-"

"I'm sorry-"

They both looked up, silver eyes into brown.

"Um..oh..."

XXX

Hermione Granger waved goodbye to her parents, who were taking in Platform 9 3/4 excitedly. Every year she's been to Hogwarts, her parents never got over the sheer wonder of everything. To be honest, she hasn't either.

"Hermione! Hey, over here!"

She looked over to see Harry Potter, sitting-of course-with Ron Weasley. Harry hasn't changed at all-he was still skinny, had the untidy black hair, the funny round glasses, and wide, cheerful smile. He has gotten handsome over the years, getting noticed by Cho Chang, his current girlfriend Ginny Weasley, and Hermione herself. She always thought Harry was adorable.

Ron, on the other hand, was stuffing his face with Red Vines he'd bought at a Muggle candy store in London. His orange hair fell into his blue eyes, and he waved at Hermione too. For a while, she found herself falling in love with Ron, until...well, he met Lavender Brown.

"How are you guys?" she asked, placing her trunk up. She slid across from Harry and Ron. "How was your break?"

"Shitty," Harry said, rolling his eyes. "Vernon and Petunia made me want to blow my head off. I left in the middle of the break to go live with Sirius."

"That's good, then, you got away from them," she replied, giggling. "Ronald, how about you?"

Ron's mouth was still full of Red Vines. "Well, Laffndur ca' to vishit me. Tha' wa' fun."

Hermione could only understand half of what Ron was saying, but she picked up on it. "Oh," she said flatly.

"Er, what about you, Hermione?" Harry said awkwardly, noticing Ron's mistake. "Did Cormac come to see you?"

She looked away, staring out at the window. "Um...yeah, actually." She began dating Cormac McLaggen in the middle of sixth year. She had no idea why. Cormac was hot, flirty, and protective, but she just...couldn't have a real, personal, down-to-earth conversation with him. He would just laugh at her and try to feel her boobs. He was one of the many heartthrobs at Hogwarts, but she wasn't really into him. When he asked her out for the ten-millionth time in winter of sixth year, she had no idea why she said yes. Maybe to make Ron jealous cause he started going out with that slut not even two weeks before?

As if on cue, Lavender Brown skipped into their compartment, her long, blond hair slapping Hermione in the face. "Won-Won!" she crowed, throwing herself into his arms.

"Hey," he said, wrapping his arms around her waist awkwardly. He seemed to have stopped eating long enough to talk to her, Hermione noted. That was too much. She stood, and without explanation, pushed past the lovely couple and stomped out.

Behind her, she heard Cormac come into Harry's compartment looking for her. She sped up, sprinting headlong down the aisle. She didn't see the person who was headed straight for her.

She landed painfully on her back. Groaning, she rolled herself up.

"Watch the fuck where you're-" the guy began.

"I'm sorry!" she blurted out at the same time.

Hermione looked up, trying to see how bad the damage was.

Brown eyes met silver.

"Um...oh..."

Ahahahaha! Sorry for short chapter guys, I just wanted to give you a taste of what my story is going to be like. I laid out the problem already-Hermione and Draco both don't like their dates. They're dating them for all the wrong reasons. Hermione for jealousy, Draco for free ass.

Ugh, I might change the title. I don't know which artists I will use for this one...(my last story was Maroon 5, my favorite band). What I do with my stories is take a bunch of songs from the same artist and use their songs as chapter titles, also incorporating them into my tale. Give me ideas! So, tell me what you thought! Flame me and I swear I will end up in Azkaban for what I do to you.

~PotterheadKitty~