Author's Note: Okay, Im twisting all of this to suit my needs, you know how that goes. Which will make this more and more AU as I go along. Im thinking... this takes place in the AU fifth year. Where... well,... hmm... what's different? Well, you'll find out. Oh, so you know for this chapter. Ron isn't a prefect, remove that from your mind. Oh! And Sirius isn't dead, either. Oh, I know that doesn't happen until the end of the 5th book, and this is the 5th year, the beginning, but.. I thought you should know that, anyway. XD I 3 Sirius and as far as he's concerned I live with Bill in Egypt... In Denial. -nods- I like it there. -cries- Ha, ha!

Love, Jenny.

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He was tall, he'd grown more than a bit over the summer, he was nearly six foot now. He must have passed his Father now. How would be know? There was no way, his father being where he was, in Azkaban. The dementors should have given them their deadly kiss, and ended it all. Not out of mercy, he didn't deserve that. Not after his crimes.

Pushing his straight, long hair out of his eyes as he boarded the Hogwarts Express, he pushed his way through the compartments, trying to shove his way toward the prefect's carriage.

"Draaaaco!" Turning slightly toward the shrieking voice that belonged to Pansy Parkinson.

"Oh, Pansy.. Pansy.. fuck off." He said, smirking at Millicent, then Pansy, he strode off through the exit of the compartment, leaving the girls to gape after him.

"Oh, bloody hell! How did -he- get to be a prefect!" Padma Patil asked, glaring at the Slytherin as he advanced toward them.

"Who knows?" Hermione Granger mused, leaning back in her seat before looking up at the new Head Boy, Criss Cohen, and Aira Wesley, the Head Girl. The two Heads looked at each other and shrugged, dealing with this group of Prefects would, seemingly, be difficult unless they did something immediately.

"Padma's got a point." Aira said with a small smile towards Draco and, then, Padma. "He's not going to be able to get along with any of you, which is a shame. I mean, since we all have our own tower together." She said.

"Yep," Said Criss," That was one of the main reasons that we wanted to bring you all up here, to tell you about the changes that are taking place for the Heads and the Prefects." Hermione, who was undoubtedly the most inquisitive of the group, looked up at Criss.

"What changes?" She asked, lifting her eyebrows questioningly at her upper-classman.

"Well, we all get our own tower, that's the major change." Aira said, helping Criss explain. "We'll each have our own room, and there's four doors, covered by portraits, of course."

"And they all lead to the common rooms of all four houses." Chimed in Criss.

"Lovely now Parkinson andthose insufferable idiots can reach me whenever though so desire." mused Draco, gritting his teeth together at the mere thought of Pansy, Millicent, Crabbe and Goyle entering his room and annoying the shit out of him when ever the thought occurred to them.

"Well, Draco, lucky for you, they're not allowed to come in." Aira said, noting that Draco's ears perked up. Perhaps the group getting along wouldn't be as difficult as she and hadCriss thought.

"Aira's right, there's a spell on the Portraits. It lets us go through, but no one else." Criss added, nodding in Draco's direction.

"Do you HAVE a PROBLEM, Fletchley?" Asked Draco, who had noticed Justin Finch-Fletchley glaring in his direction. The two of them stood and were dangerously close to each other with their wands out. Padma and Hermione hopped up, Padma pulled Justin back and grabbed his wand, while Hermione did the same with Draco.

"Geroffa me!" Justin hollered, breaking away from Padma's grip.

"Oh, enough. Honestly, you two are acting like children. You're 15 years old, for God's sake. You're going to have to deal with each other all year, whether you like it or not. You're going to be living in the same tower, you're going to have to work together. You might as well -not- try to kill each other before we even get to Hogwarts. " Hermione said, rolling her eyes. "God, Malfoy, I don't think you could go two days getting along with us, let alone all year."

"Two days did you say, Granger?" Draco asked, his trademark smirk forming on his lips, as Hermione nodded. "Well, luv, I'll do you one better. I'll be nice to you for two months. In exchange, after the two months has passed, you do my prefect duties." Hermione pursed her lips, thinking his deal over. It would be quite amusing to see Harry and Ron's reactions when she walked into the compartment with Draco Malfoy behind her. Their looks would be priceless.

"Alright. Deal. You all, "She said, motioning the other four in the compartment. "Will have to be our witnesses and if you see Draco not acting nice or friendly in any way, then the deal is off and.. He will have to do my Prefect duties for two months. Agreed?" They all nodded in agreement.

"Well, Aira, if there are no objections, you all can go back to your friends and we'll cover everything else at our tower." Criss said.

"No, that sounds good to me." Aira said with a nod, standing and letting everyone exit before her and Criss. "This will be interesting, don't you think?" She asked, leaning against Criss as they slid into a seat of the compartment their friends were occupying.

"It ought to be." He agreed, smirking at what Draco and Hermione had just gotten themselves into.

Hermione had to practically pull Draco into the compartment with Harry, Ron, Ginny, Neville, Luna, Fred, and George. "Draco, remember our deal." She whispered to him as they went through the door. Upon hearing this, Draco put a large smile on his face, and giggled giddily plopping down on a seat next to Hermione.

"Malfoy, what the fuck are you doing here? Get out!" Harry growled, eyeing the Slytherin with contempt.

"Why would I leave?" He asked in a high pitched, giddy voice. "You guys are my bestest friends!" Draco added, still smiling broadly. Hermione's eyes went wide and she went into a fit of giggles.

"Oh..." Pant. "...My..." Pant. "God... That's.." Pant, pant, pant. "Hilarious." She said, slumping over, her head fell and rested on Draco's shoulder as tears of laughter rolled down her cheeks. "Bloody hell." She said, sitting up and wiping the tears away.

"Oh! Hermione! My best friend!" Draco said, his fake smile still painted on his face, while his voice was still high pitched, giddy and sickeningly sweet. "Are you alright?" He asked, faking a large amount of concern, and wrapping his arms around her tightly, much to Ron and Harry's disgust.

Author's Note: Wow, the beginning paragraph was all deep-like.. Who the fuck was I kidding? Im not going to be all deep-like, like that anymore. Woo! First chapter, hope you like it! Woo, woo, woo! Love, Jenny.