Disclaimer: Obviously, none of these characters belong to me. These are all rightfully J.K. Rowling's creations.

It's very simple. The first time Hermione set foot in Hogwarts; her destiny was to be friends with Ron and Harry. Harry and Ron were destined to hate Malfoy and Malfoy to hate them. Malfoy came from a pureblood wizarding family, though not a very nice one. His parents taught him how to hate muggle-borns. Therefore, he also hated Hermione, more commonly known as mudblood in his terms.

Hermione brushed her hair out of her face. She was 5'6" and attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her hair was not bushy anymore, nor was it frizzy. It was tamer than it had ever been before. It fell down in long elegant curls and her hazel eyes were brought out by her brown hair. She looked into the mirror to see the face she'd seen for so long and noticed that she had changed so much. Hermione splashed water against her face. It was another year at Hogwarts, who knew what would happen?

Draco was also in his bathroom, dressing after taking a long, hot shower. He would be going back to Hogwarts again. There was nothing for him to look forward to. He hated Potty, Weasel King, and the filthy mudblood Granger. He sneered at the thought. Then there were the people that he hated in his own house. Pansy always hanging all over him and Blaise, the man whore. Sure, Draco knew he was the prince of Slytherin house. All the girls, in any house, admired his sculpted body: his hard chest, abs, biceps, etc. He had hard, grey eyes when you looked deep into them, but blue mixed with a tint of silver when looking from a distance. His light blonde hair, almost looking silver, was beautiful to all girls, which made them tackle him. He was god to all girls at Hogwarts. He sighed and wiped his face with a towel and walked out of the bathroom to their car on their way to King's Cross.

Hermione got out of her mother's car and kissed her on the cheek before leaving to find Ron and Harry. She walked around and noticed a tall, red-head man's back standing next to an almost equally tall black-haired man. She raced towards them and ran into someone. She rubbed her head where she made contact and heard the famous drawl of Draco Malfoy. "Watch where you're going, mudblood."

She looked up and saw his smug face. "Ferret…" she said mumbling.

Hermione pulled herself up and stalked off before he even had a chance to say anything else. Draco noticed she had changed a lot during the summer. Her hair wasn't bushy or frizzy. Her face complexity changed, as well as her shape.

Psh, she's still a filthy mudblood that I'd rather throw myself off a cliff before I ever even get two inches near her.

Blaise walked over to him. "Draco, you all right?"

Draco continued staring at Hermione. Then, he busied dusting himself off. "What were you looking at?" Blaise asked, and then looked over where his gaze was.

"Granger? You were looking at her? Hm, I do see why…she has changed a lot."

"You're a whore, Zabini."

"Really, and what are you, Malfoy? Besides, I thought we were on first name terms."

"You are, I'm not."

Draco walked off in another direction to put his luggage in a compartment before everywhere was full. He stalked onto the train and into a compartment. Crabbe, Goyle, and Blaise joined him soon after. He sighed, at least he didn't see Pansy yet. His fears were confirmed a bit too early. Their door slid open and the high-pitched squeal of a girl with dark black hair was heard. "AHHHH! DRAKIE! I'VE MISSED YOU SO! Why didn't you write me over the summer? Why?"

"I never do. Sit down, or get out."

She sat down immediately at his side. He heard the faint sound of Granger's voice, "Pansy's found Malfoy," and the sniggers of her two friends. He slouched in his chair sulking, while Pansy stroked his hair affectionately. He took hold of her wrist. "Stop, I just washed my hair."

Her eyes filled with tears as she ran out. "Finally, a moment of peace from that ugly, hideous woman."

Blaise sniggered. "When she comes back, your moment of peace won't seem like it was worth it."

"Hn…like it matters?"

Pansy did come back eventually, with puffy red eyes. "How could you Drakie? I shower you with affection, but what do I get?"

She pulled up her hand as if to slap him, but he slapped her arm out of the way. She started pouting and then crying all over again. She ran out of the compartment again. "That wasn't that bad, Zabini," smirking slightly.

"I stand corrected."

"Bathroom," was all Draco said before leaving the compartment.

He walked down the aisles and found Hermione standing there, waiting for it. She turned to glare at him. "Why'd you have to make her cry? She's never going to get out of the bathroom now."

Draco was confused. "Huh?"

"Just talk to her or something. She rushed here, pushed me out of the way, and then ran in. Do something, Malfoy!"

"Oh, er…" he was at a loss of words.

"Malfoy, I really need to use the bathroom!"

"I didn't need that piece of information, Granger!"

"Then hurry up and apologize you ferret!"

"If I do, then she'll think I love her to death and I feel bad, which I don't, mudblood!"

"Well do something to make her stop crying!"

Their voices started carrying up and down the aisles. People poked their heads out from their compartments to see what was going on. Draco lashed his head about and yelled, "MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS!"

They went back into the compartments and Draco looked over at Hermione with hatred. He took a breath and said…nothing. They heard a murmur from the bathroom. "Drakie, is that you?"

Hermione smirked at him in a malicious way that he could've sworn that smirk was from his family. He shook that thought out of his mind. "Y-yes…"

The door flew open, catching Hermione's nose, causing it to bleed. She tried mopping it up, but the door pinned her against the wall while Draco was being bear hugged by Pansy. "You came back for me, Drakie! You came back! I knew you loved me!"

"Shit, get-off-me-you-prat," he struggled to say.

She continued hugging him. "Granger…bloody-hell, help-me!"

"Malfoy, I'm, ugh, being squished against the wall, how can I bloody help you?"

"Fine-filthy-mudblood, what-can-expect-from-someone-so-dirty-blooded? I-didn't-need-your-help-ANYWAY!" He pushed Pansy off. For a girl, she was pretty strong and Draco was already pretty muscular himself. Hermione's nose was bleeding still, all over her muggle clothing.

He looked at her and said, "Damn, she's heavy."

Hermione looked away so he wouldn't see her laughing. "Here."

She looked back over and saw Malfoy handing her a handkerchief. "Keep it; I don't need your filthy blood all over my hands."

She cursed under her breath. "I don't need your SYMPATHY FERRET!"

Hermione tossed the cloth he gave her at his head and walked into the bathroom using tissues to clean herself up. She changed into her robes as well. She pinned her Head Girl badge and walked out back into the compartment with Harry, Ron, and Ginny. "Congrats, 'Mione," Ron said with a small smile.

"Thanks," she said as she blushed.

"So what took you so long?" Harry asked breaking the awkward silence.

"Oh, Malfoy. His stupid girlfriend, Pansy, was crying the bathroom so I couldn't get her out. Then Malfoy struts over and I complain to him. And then, Pansy hears his voice and come running out slamming me against the wall with the door against my face. My nose starts bleeding like mad, and so on."

"Ouch, bloody rough time in the bathroom," Ginny said.

Hermione nodded as she stroked Crookshanks. She wanted so badly just to meet Professor McGonagall to learn what the passwords are and get to Hogwarts. Soon enough, they arrived and entered the Great Hall. Dumbledore stood up and said his announcements, "…Head boy and girl are too meet in Professor McGonagall's office after the feast…"

After dinner, she told Ron and Harry the password for Gryffindor and walked steadily to Professor McGonagall's office. She opened the door to see a Ravenclaw, or even a Hufflepuff, but not a Slytherin. Yes, Draco Malfoy was sitting in a seat, leaving one unoccupied.

Author's Note: I'm writing this as if Dumbledore didn't die, so just bear with me here. Also, it is kinda typical for the Head Boy/ Head Girl thing, but oh well. I hope you enjoyed this, and review this please! Criticism allowed…