A/N: This is my first fic but dont be soft on the comments and reviews, i'll need them! i'm not really a harry potter fan but i happen to have read all the books so i'm just trying out. I noe the plot sounds familiar cos i couldnt think of anything else so... yeah. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter and other characters involved, it belongs to JK Rowling and Warner Brothers and who cares. blah blah blah you know the rest.

She was in one of Hogwart's empty dungeons, without any knowledge of how she got there or why she was here. Then she blinked and the dungeon came into more focus… slowly she realized that she was looking at the dungeon through a window of some sort. In the dungeon there were two people, and one was a boy with golden locks and handsome features. The other was a beautiful girl, and both of them were kissing passionately. Suddenly she realized that the boy was Draco Malfoy, her best friends' all-time archenemy, and the girl was…

"Hermoine! Are you coming down or not?" a voice shouted from below, strangely deep. It was Ron shouting from the commonroom to Hermoine in her dorm, and his voice had deepened over the summer, making it sound more mellow…mature. Hermoine giggled, and shouted, "Coming!"

"What are you giggling about, Hermoine?" asked Ginny Weasely from the other side of the curtain. The youngest Weasely had recently turned to fashion magazines like Vogue to help improve her looks, and thus looked way more attractive than some people – say, Pansy Parkinson.

"Oh, nothing." replied Hermoine, smiling in a mysterious way. Ginny looked at her oddly, then said with a straight face, "I can never tell what you are thinking about, Hermoine." Both girls laughed.

Her thoughts turned, uncontrolled, to her dream. Why did I dream of… Draco Malfoy?

Even in her thoughts, she thought the name with venom, as if spitting it out loud. And who was that girl snogging him? She asked herself, although she already knew the answer.

The girl was herself, Hermoine Granger, kissingMalfoy! She must be going crazy. It must be the influence of the Sorting feast last night, she consoled herself. Must be something weird that the house-elves put in with the chocolate lizards.

She dressed herself but hesitated before putting on her Head Girl badge. Who was the Head Boy again? Oh yeah, that scum Malfoy. Starting from tomorrow they would have to be in the Head Boy and Head Girl Commonrooms. Ugh.

She started applying make-up and tied her hair in a sexy way, smiling as she did that – she had cast a permanent charm on her hair to make it straight over the summer. She picked up her book bag, slung it over one shoulder and went to meet Harry and Ron. She smiled as she saw them sitting impatiently by the fireplace.

"What took you so long?" grumbled Harry. Several Gryffindor girls walking to the portrait hole giggled as they passed, whispering to each other. Harry could be considered more handsome than majority of the population of Hogwarts, after he replaced his spectacles with contacts – but in some people's eyes, he could not match up to Ron Weasley.

Ron now looked more mature, with his deep voice, well-toned abs, and altogether one of the cutest boys in Hogwarts. With some money from Harry, all the Weasley got better robes – not the usual frayed, second-hand ones – and thus did not look as ragged as before.

"Oh, I was –" before Hermoine could think of an excuse, Ginny flew down the stairs.

"Hi Ginny!" greeted Harry, who only got a blush and a smile in return. Hermoine smiled encouragingly at her, knowing secretly that Ginny had a crush on Harry.

"H-hi Harry!" she mumbled. Hermoine, sensing that Ginny was a bit shy today, intervened and said "Now since we're all here, why don't we go for a bit of breakfast?"

Malfoy's POV

Draco woke up with a hungry stomach and a hurting right toe (he had tried to kick Potter yesterday but only ended stubbing his toe against the Gryffindor table). Not a good combination.

To make things worst, a pug-like face was hovering over him.

"My ikish likish Drakie darling, rise and shine now!" cooed Pansy as she puckered her lips to deliver a kiss to Draco. Draco shouted in horror and tried to turn away, knocking his head on his bedside table in the process. Now in addition to his starvation and right toe, he had a headache. What else could go wrong? He pushed a pouting Pansy away and was immediately confronted with a grinning Blaise.

"Hey, Draco, looking nice there," he laughed. Draco was puzzled by this sudden comment. It was not often that Blaise complimented him. Then realization struck him as he felt wet bedclothes sticking to his skin. When he hit his head against his bedside table he had also overturned a half-full bottle of Butterbeer which he always kept by his bedside. A group of second-year Slytherins were crowding around the bed, whispering and sniggering among themselves.

Apparently, the world had exploded into chaos and everything decided to turn against him.

I know this sort of sucks and is kinda short for a first chapter, but bear with it! I constantly suffer from writer's block :D Once again, I'm begging you to REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!