Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters (I'd pay a handsome price for Draco Malfoy/Tom Felton)…but I do own a dirty pair of Converse All-Stars.

This is a revision because I'm a crappy writer, and I needed to fix stuff.

A HUGE thank you to Lady Narcissa Black Malfoy who corrected my stupid mistakes about British culture and such.

Chapter 1-Book lists and Letters

Sunbeams peaked through the curtains, caressing her face. Hermione Granger rolled out of bed three days before the Hogwarts term started, and she still had not received her letter for book lists and such. Grumbling, she rummaged through her drawers and put on a pair of jeans and a tank that she had purchased at High Street UK.

Throwing her hair up in a messy bun, she left her room and went down stairs. About 10 minutes later, she was sitting at the dining room table waiting expectantly for her mother to serve her breakfast.

'Hermione dear, you haven't gotten your letter from that school of yours. Is it still open?' twittered Mrs. Granger.

'Duh mum, why would they close it?'

As if on cue, a tawny bird flew through the window and landed on the kitchen faucet thinking that it was a fancy perch. Hermione got up from the table and coaxed the bird onto her arm and untied the letter from its leg. The bird flew away, and she quickly opened the letter.

As she unfolded the crisp taupe parchment, her mother muttered 'Bout time!'

'Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! MUM LOOK!"

Dear Miss Granger,

I am pleased to inform you that you have been given the status of Head Girl. As you know, this job comes with a lot of responsibilities. This is your final year, so do make it a good one.

Professor Dumbledore

'Oh wonderful honey! Let's tell dad. EDWIN! COME HERE!'

'Beth, I'm coming!'

'Well come faster!' ordered Mrs. Granger

'Daddy! I got Head Girl!'

'Aww honey, we knew you would, with your brains and looks.' Hermione laughed and said

'Brains for sure, but not looks.'

Rita, Hermione's older sister ambled into the room, looking dishevelled and tired. 'What's this all about? What's with this racket?'

'I got Head Girl!'

'Pssht, no surprise there. I thought grandma died…damn.' Muttered Rita clearly disappointed.

'Rita Marie Granger, I heard that! Don't you dare say that about your grandmother. She loves you very much.'

'HA! She's a witch, not pun intended 'Mione.'

'It's all right Rita.'

'Mum I'll be right back; I'm going to tell Harry and Ron.' Hermione bounded up the stairs, grabbed her cell phone and dialled Harry's number.

'Hello, Harry?'

'Hey 'Mione! What's up?'

'Oh nothing, except I got Head Girl!'

'Fabulous! Listen Hermione; do you know who got Head Boy? 'Cause it sure wasn't me or Ron.'

'Oh, well probably Ernie.'

'Yea.'

'Hey will you tell Ron?'

'Sure.'

'Oh and tell him I love him and can't wait to see him.'

'Ok.'

'Bye.'

'Bye.'

'OK Honey, well we'll have to go shopping for your books and stuff.' Said Beth.

Hermione groaned and whined 'Mum, I'm completely capable of doing shopping on my own. Plus, it will be more convenient if I shop by myself.'

'Fine, fine. Well I guess my little girl is all grown up.' Sniffled Mrs. Granger.

'Please mum, contain yourself. It's not like I'm getting married any time soon.' Droned Hermione.

At about the same time Miss Granger awoke, a platinum blonde wizard shook his head, trying to rid the awkward dream from his brain.

They had been eating dinner in a fancy restaurant. Draco slipped his hand into his pocket and touched the black velvet box. It was the perfect time. Ginny helped him pick it out, and he knew she would love it. 'Hermione, there's something I have to ask you. Biting her lip, she whispered 'What Draco, what my love?' Candle light danced across her face, making her look like an angel. No, she was an angel.

He opened the velvet box, and a diamond the size of her thumb nail glittered, beckoning to be worn. She gasped, and said 'Draco, this is too much, I don't deserve it.' 'You deserve everything my dear, you deserve the world. With out you I would be lost. Saying yes would make me the happiest man alive.' 'Yes Draco, I'll be your wife.' The whole restaurant stood and exploded into tumultuous applause. They kissed and many old women remarked to their husbands that that was so beautiful and why couldn't they be like that.

He awoke to an impatient tapping at his window, and the bird making the sound looked agitated as if it was forced into delivering the letter and had much better things to do. He pushed off the golden sheets and comforter and went to the window that was open. He gently untied the letter and gave the bird a pat on the head. Still looking at him with contempt and anger, the bird few off. A familiar wax crest sealed the crisp parchment.

'Finally! That great sodding bastard finally sent out the letters.' muttered Draco darkly. He tore the envelope open and something shiny fell out.

He bent over and picked it up. With a look of complete disbelief, he glanced at the letter in his and the pin now glimmering in his open palm. With a great whoop of laughter, he yanked open his bedroom door, slid down the grand mahogany banister, and into the dining room where his mother was eating her breakfast.

Without looking up from The Daily Prophet she said 'Well now Draco, what's all this jollity about? Please dress yourself; it's very immature to run around in your underwear. Now I know at school, all the ladies at school would love to see you in nothing but your boxers, but I do not.'

'Oh, well I got a bit of post. And mum, could you tell me exactly what is this I hold in my hand.' he said nonchalantly, waving the paper and pin.

She set down her bagel, squinted, then said 'Draco darling is that what I think it is?'

'Well I don't know mum, what do you think it is?' he asked mockingly.

'Draco! OH HONEY YOU'RE HEAD BOY! I knew you could do it. How proud your father would be if he could see you now.' She cried.

Before Draco knew it, his mum jumped out of her chair and ran to hug him. She sobbed on his shoulder and kept going on about how proud she was, and that he was such a good boy. After about 15 minutes, Draco was soaked, and Narcissia was still crying.

Great. He thought. Maybe I should change my title from Draco Malfoy, Head Boy to Draco Malfoy, the Giant Hanky. 'Mum, mum, please get off. Mother, get a hold of yourself.' Draco said. 'Mum, I think you're suffocating me.'

'Oh, I'm sorry dear.'

'Well mum I better get dressed so I can go to Diagon Alley to buy my books. And I don't need you to come with me.' He said, as he successfully pried Mrs. Malfoy off of him.

Sobbing, she snivelled 'Oh my baby boy. You've grown into such a man. I'm so proud of you and oh, honey...' she was unable to finish, and looked for a tissue. This gave Draco the perfect opportunity to move just out of her reach so she wouldn't start using him as a hanky again.

As he walked up the stairs, he heard his mother call for a house elf to get her some parchment and a quill so she could notify all the family. He entered his room and opened the closet. 'Hmm, what should I wear?' He said to himself. After ten minutes of debating with himself, he decided on a loose pair of jeans, sneakers, and a baby blue polo.

He put on some cologne, gave his blonde locks a quick brush, and headed downstairs. His mum looked up from the dining room table and said 'Well don't you look nice. Hurry up and get to Diagon Alley before it gets too crowded.'

'Alright mum.' He gave her a swift peck on the cheek and apparated away.

You know what to do; REVIEW! Ok this is my FIRST fan fic ever, so tell me what you liked and didn't like. My beta, aka Mr. Spell Check on Microsoft Word, isn't all that good, so grammatical errors are ALL HIS FAULT!