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Chapter One: Who's Head Boy?

Hermione Granger smiled as she stepped into the Great Hall, inhaling the aroma of food. Her smile grew wider when she spotted her two best friends, Harry and Ron. She made her way towards them.

"Hello strangers," she said in her business-like, no nonsense tone.

Ron glanced up. "Hi, Head-Girl." He said grumpily.

"Hey, Hermione," Harry said but she ignored him.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked Ron, annoyed. "You should be happy that I'm Head-Girl."

Ron flushed red. "No, what I meant was that you're Head-Girl and you know… Malfoy's Head-Boy-,"

"You don't have to remind me," Hermione cut him off. A look of annoyance flashed across Ron's face.

"I mean, it's bad enough that I have to go through all prefect duties with him… share a dorm with him…,"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Knowing Malfoy, he's not going to go easy on you."

"Oh please, I can handle him. And I told you, don't remind me!" Hermione said bossily. But she soon forgot everything when Ron and Harry started discussing Quidditch.

It was the starting of their seventh year at Hogwarts and Hermione couldn't wait until the next day when lessons could actually start. She started daydreaming, staring off into space, and not knowing that she looked as though she was staring dreamily at a certain blond-head at the Slytherin table.

"Thinking of me, Granger?" a loud voice cut through her thoughts. Hermione snapped out of her trance and saw Draco Malfoy smirking at her. He had practically yelled that out to everyone and all eyes in the Great Hall were burning through her.

She flushed red. "You wish!" she yelled back. Draco smirked at her again and turned back to his friends. Pansy Parkinson, who was sitting beside him, scowled at Hermione and Hermione scowled back. What was Parkinson's problem?

"Were you really staring at him, Hermione?" Harry asked, shooting her an accusing look.

"No," Hermione replied. "Harry, you know better than that."

"Well yeah, I was hoping you're trying to hex him or something."

"Yes, but I wouldn't do that in the Great Hall, Harry." Hermione said, turning back to her food. As she stared at the food on her plate, she felt a sinking feeling in her stomach.

How was she ever going to survive a year in the same dorm with Draco Malfoy?

Draco sat down on the couch in front of the fireplace in the Prefects' Head Common Room and sighed. Without the Mudblood, it seemed more peaceful.

"Malfoy, get up! We're supposed to do the prefects duty timetable!"

Draco groaned. The peace didn't last that long after all. "What?" he drawled. "The deadline for that isn't until the day after."

"But you're Head-Boy; you're supposed to be responsible in doing things assigned to you. You're supposed to do it early…"

But Draco wasn't even half-listening. What was that idiot Mudblood ranting about? Who was she to boss him around?

"… Malfoy, are you listening to me?"

Draco turned around, irritated. "Look, Granger…," he trailed off when he saw her. She wasn't wearing Hogwarts robes anymore, instead she was in jeans and a pair of really sexy halter top that showed off her…

Whoa, she's grown, Draco thought. Then he stopped. What the fuck was he thinking about? I bet her body's damn filthy too, she's a Mudblood.

"What's up with you?" Hermione asked him, staring at him. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, I don't need your concern." Draco shot back. "Look, Granger, I don't really like you wearing like that in front of me."

"Wearing like what?" Hermione scowled.

"Like… like what you're wearing now!" Draco replied. "I'll need to go wash my eyes out later."

"Oh?" Hermione grinned. She had never seen Draco Malfoy get so nervous in front of a girl before. This was the best.

"Well, you can't control what I want to wear and I can't deny the fact that I'm hot and sexy." She said, grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

Draco opened his mouth for a second then closed it again. What could he say? It was a fact that she looked hot and sexy in that. "I'm tired and I'm going to bed. So don't come knocking on my door." He started off towards his room.

"Wait – what about the timetable?"

"We'll do that tomorrow, all right?" Draco said, trying to stifle a yawn. "Don't you dare wake me up in the middle of the night; I'm still not used to sleeping so near to a Mudblood."

Hermione rolled her eyes.

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