Author's Note: This is my first conintued Fanfiction story. Ironically, it's a Dramioneship. My first and foremost favorite /ship/ is Romione, but I couldn't resist writing this.

I have two Romione/ship/ one-shots on my page. Please feel free to read them.

I don't own the characters, creatures, places, or items mentioned in this story. I just own the plot...although it's been used like a bajillion times before.


Like the bookworm that she was known to be, Hermione had talked the other two thirds of the "Golden Trio" into officially finishing their school career at Hogwarts. They had one year left, she reasoned with them, and it wouldn't hurt to get a full education.

She also reminded them that in order to become Auror's they had to have all seven years of Witchcraft and Wizardry under their belts.

So, with subtle curses and muted protests they bought their books, packed their trunks, and boarded the Hogwarts Express for their final time on September 1st.

"It seems like we just left the castle," said Ron Weasley through chews of his chocolate frog. "I mean, we stayed to rebuild the place, didn't we? Flitwick and McGonagall taught us loads of stuff while we did. I reckon we've learned enough on our own that would qualify for our seventh year."

"For the last time Ronald, we still need the official document that says we completed all seven years of teachings. Besides, a lot of students are returning for the year. Luna's coming back, as is Ginny. I heard Lee and Seamus are somewhere around this train, oh and Neville!"

Hermione waved through the compartment door to a round-faced boy clutching a toad. He waved back happily, continuing on to his own compartment. A bunch of third-year girls trailed after him as he passed, completely star-struck. Hermione barely managed to stifle a laugh.

Harry took a deep breath before poking his head out of the compartment door, instantly regretting it. Suddenly there were girls shrieking and boys clapping wildly. He shrunk back into his seat immediately.

"I should have told you that Ginny's in the prefect's carriage, shouldn't I? She and Luna should be here any moment." Hermione told him lightly, partly hiding behind a book.

"Brilliant," said Harry sarcastically, glaring at her.

Harry and Ron traded chocolate frog cards as Hermione read, a comfortable silence falling over the compartment.

"Oi, GRANGER!"

Hermione looked up, startled, at the angry voice yelling her name. She peeked out of the compartment cautiously, her hand self-consciously gripping her wand.

"I'm not going to hex you, Granger, but if you leave me to give these children orders again you'll have to watch your step." None other than Draco Malfoy spat as he approached her. "By the way, here,"

He shoved something solid, cold, and shiny in her hands. She stared down at the silver badge, perplexed, when she read the words "Head Girl" engraved on it. She looked up at him and paled when she realized he had an identical looking badge, except the words "Head Boy" was scrawled across his own.

"Now get your things, you're supposed to be in the front carriage with me." He sauntered off, his trademark smirk firmly in place from the look on her face. She slumped back in her seat, dazed. Harry and Ron looked at her with worry, each of them offering to hex him so badly she wouldn't have to deal with him for the whole year. She shook her head, clearing it as she got up and heaved her trunk off the rack. She took a deep breath and steadied herself, squaring her shoulders and staring at the door, determined.

"Professor McGonagall and I are going to have a long talk about this when we get to school." Was all she said as she disappeared from sight, Crookshanks bottle-brush tail swishing menacingly as he followed her.


She knew as well as anyone who at least had the general inkling of how Hogwarts ran that the Head Boy and Girl were given special treatment. They were given their own common room as well as their own bedrooms. They shared a bathroom, but that was a small discomfort in a sea of luxuries.

She didn't have a curfew, and she could have food sent up to her whenever she wanted. She didn't have to share a room with five other girls and— the best thing of all, in her opinion—she got a bigger bed.

At home her room was big enough for a Queen sized bed, as well as a wall of bookshelves. She sighed dreamily, hoping the bookshelves in her new room would be able to at least compare to the ones she had at home, because at this rate the only bookshelves she was going to see that compared were the ones in the Hogwarts library.

She reached the front carriage and grimaced at the sight of the sluggish thug known as Goyle sitting beside the Head Boy himself. She let herself into the compartment and turned to them, her face stony.

"Out," said Hermione simply. They stared at her, dumbstruck.

"He's my friend, he can stay." Malfoy spoke up, angered.

"This compartment is for the Head Boy and Girl only, he is neither. So up, up, and out."

He thudded out, upset, and went back to the part of the train that the rest of the Slytherin's were. Malfoy scowled at her and advanced.

"How dare you, Mudblood? I'm Head Boy."

"Are you forgetting, Malfoy, that you handed me this badge not ten minutes ago?" She asked as she held up the silver badge in her hand, not backing away from him. "And are you forgetting, Malfoy, that if it weren't for me and my Mudblood self I would've let Harry cart you and your family off to Azkaban with your dear old Death Eater friends?"

She spoke barley above a whisper, but she delivered the blow she'd intended to. Malfoy bristled, enraged, and sat down silently. He clenched and unclenched his fists in a poor attempt to calm himself down.

Crookshanks leapt up on the opposite bench, curled up and eyed him warily, as if assessing his trustworthiness. She smiled at her cat and scratched his ears before turning to her trunk.

Harry and Ron and put it on the luggage rack earlier, as they'd always done for her every time they rode the train, and now she understood why. Trunks were extremely heavy to pick up; not only did you have all your belongings you also had the hard exterior as an extra weight. She gave several earnest tries before slumping over it, defeated. She heard Malfoy snort in laughter, and her eyes narrowed instinctively.

"You know, it'd be very gentleman-like of you to help the lady with this heavy trunk." Malfoy looked up from his book, his eyes scanning the rest of the compartment.

"I agree, it would, but I don't see any "lady" in here. All I see is an annoyed Kneazle and his filthy Mudblood." Crookshanks hissed at him; his tail rigid. He went back to his book, satisfied. She couldn't lie to herself; that one stung.

"He's only half Kneazle, thank you very much." She sniffed. "Well if you're not going to help me, fine, I'll go get—"

"Threatening me with your little glory filled friends, Mudblood?" He suddenly asked as he threw his book aside and stood up, the anger in his voice evident once more. She smiled smugly and crossed her arms. "They don't scare me, Mudblood. None of you do."

"I know we don't. I was actually going to get Ginny to help me. She's a prefect, if you didn't know."

"Weasel girl?" He grunted, surprised. Hermione's eyes narrowed, but she nodded nonetheless. "Bloody hell, that's got to be every ruddy Weasley in that blood-traitor family, hasn't it?"

In an instant Hermione's wand was out and pointed at Malfoy's throat. "Don't make me hit you again," she growled before storming out of the compartment; slamming the door open in her rage, it swung back with a feeble click as it closed again.

Looking around, Malfoy grinned. That Mudblood had to be so stupid sometimes, didn't she? Didn't she remember that they were of age now, and she'd been doing magic and helping Potter defeat the Dark Lord for a year?

He gave an involuntary shudder and his arm felt like it was momentarily on fire. Ignoring his pain, he took out his wand and moved her trunk up on the rack. He caught sight of the orange ball of fur as he sat down with his book again and with a sympathetic sigh he leaned forward, looking intently into his amber eyes.

"I didn't mean to say that about your...err, mistress. She's very clever, much like you are." Crookshanks appraised him before jumping onto his seat and curling up next to him, obviously forgiving him.

There was a small laugh from the doorway, and he looked to up see Hermione and that Weasley girl—Ginny—standing there.

"Hermione, I think the only thing you have to worry about is Malfoy winning over Crookshanks." She laughed softly before leaving again.

She stared at him, surprised beyond belief. She couldn't believe what she just heard, just witnessed. Draco Malfoy, born from a family of Death Eaters, Cruelest Slytherin to ever walk the halls of Hogwarts, and appointed assassin of Albus Dumbledore was actually being nice to a cat.

Well, he wasn't technically a cat, but still. He was a living, being creature, and Malfoy was actually nice to him.

"What just happened?" she asked stupidly.

"Oh come off it Mudblood," he sneered, "Even Weasel-bee would know what just happened. Your Kneazle fancies me, of course." He looked back down at his book, but he could barely concentrate on the words in front of him.

"Why do insist on calling him that? He has a name, you know." She said before storming out once more, coming back momentarily in her school robes. He watched as she sat down and opened her own book up, her bright eyes disappearing behind it.

"You know," he drawled, smirking as her flashing eyes peered at him from over her large book. "Those bright eyes of yours would look much better with emerald robes."

"Eat slugs, Malfoy." Said Hermione flatly, disappearing behind her book once more. He let out a laugh before going back to his own book, absently scratching Crookshanks as he did so.

"Can you stop doing that? You're making him sound like a motorcycle." She said sharply after a while. The sun was setting, and it was making her short, bushy hair look as if it was on fire. He blinked against the blinding light, his eyes adjusting to her livid face. "It's bad enough that his judgment's clouded, he doesn't need you leading him on with scratches."

He laughed at her, astonished. "First off Mudblood, do you know the nature of a Kneazle? Secondly, he's allowed to like whomever he wants. His "judgment", as you say, is better than any of ours."

She huffed, knotting all her limbs tightly together. He glanced down and smirked, raising an eyebrow as he met her gaze again. "Trying to let me sneak a peak, Mudblood?"

She squeaked and dropped her previously crossed legs back to the floor, pulling her skirt down as far as she could in attempt to cover her legs. "Don't worry yourself; I wouldn't look even if I was tempted. You may have grown into one of the prettiest witches in the school, but you'll always be a filthy little Mudblood to me."

She stood up and towered over him, outraged, and drew her wand once more.

"Call me a Mudblood one more time." She warned him, her voice grave.

The train gave a powerful lurch then, starting to slow down as it did so. To both of their horror, Hermione lost her balance in the sudden movement and fell on top of Draco. His hands had instinctively reached up to steady her fall, protecting his own self as well as her. She ended up straddling his lap, her forehead colliding with his narrow shoulder painfully. Her hair was obscuring his vision as his face was pressed into the crook of her neck, his hands clutching her small hips.

They sat there for a moment, stunned, before she leaned back to stare at him. She pushed against his chest to regain her balance, simultaneously pushing him harder against the back of the seat as she added more weight to her lower body.

"Why the bloody hell'd you have to wear a skirt, Granger?" Malfoy groaned out quietly, tightening his grip on her hips. Both of their eyes widened as his words registered, astonished. Hermione looked around desperately, making several incomprehensible angry sounds as she did so. Finally, finding no immediate relief from the outside world, she faced his dumbfounded gaze once more.

"Pervert," said Hermione shrilly, hitting him over the head with her wand. She clambered off of him quickly, grabbing hold of her trunk and pulling, not bothering to wait for it to hit the ground as she walked toward the door. "Make sure he gets to the common room," said Hermione as she walked out, her pleated skirt floating slightly as she turned the corner.

The train stopped shortly after she left, but Draco was still laughing. His cheeks hurt, his sides ached, but he continued to laugh. He looked down at Crookshanks after awhile, who was looking at the door with a small look of satisfaction on his squashed face. "Your mistress is a funny one, isn't she?" Malfoy asked the cat, who purred in agreement. "We'll have fun with her this year, now come on; to the Head Boy and Girl's common room."