A/N Okay…First FanFic I've ever written, but I've read more than the average person. I really hope you guys like it. You have no idea what it would mean to me if you just read my fanfic and maybe kind of sort of reviewed? Please! Should I continue with it and make it an actual story or abandon it? You decide in reviews!

Hermione Granger smiled as she boarded the Hogwarts Express. It had been a long summer. Harry had a run in with Voldemort while at Godrics Hollow and had eventually killed him. The rest of the summer was spent tracking down and destroying the remaining horcruxes. And now they were all returning for their seventh and final year at Hogwarts. Hermione was ecstatic. Not only could she have a peaceful year at Hogwarts, but she had been made head girl as well!

Not only were things changing, but Hermione had also changed. She had lost her baby fat and here cheekbones became more defined, and she had decided, that she could wear some light make up, nothing really heavy. Just some mascara and light consealer with the occasional brown eyeliner and lip gloss. Her hair had also tamed down considerably and her curls ran down her back gracefully now.

She walked down the aisles of the Hogwarts Express, looking for her friends. She hadn't seen them for about a week, but was confident she'd find them towards the back of the train, sure enough about four compartments from the back she found them. In the compartment there was, Harry, Ron, Neville, Ginny, and Luna Lovegood. Ron and Luna had started dating sometime during the summer and Hermione had been devastated at first, and even now she was a little agitated when they were all in the same room. She had loved Ron, or so she thought. She had managed to convince herself that she had just hung onto the idea of loving him out of sheer grief and desperation.

"Hi Hermione"

"Hi everyone, Ron could you help me with my truck"

Ron made a noise similar to a groan but Hermione ignored it. Together they lifted the truck and put it in the top compartment.

"Hey Hermione, do you know who the Head Boy is?" Neither Harry nor Ron had been chosen, most likely because McGonagall had been made head mistress since Dumbledore died and was a little fairer.

"No, but he's most likely one of the top five students in our year."

"Pfft of course, always the smart ones." Ron remarked.

"Well Ronald, maybe if you tried a little harder you would be one of those 'smart ones' so until you try I'm sure all of us would appreciate it if you would quit complaining and be happy with just being a prefect!" Hermione snapped, fed up with his whining.

Harry and Ron went back to the game of chess they had been playing, while Neville watched and Luna read "The Quibbler" (upside down as usual). Hermione and Ginny started up a conversation about hexes and their effects of people (like Malfoy, who had been sent to Azkaban for attempted murder and would not be going to Hogwarts this year) or lack there of (Hagrid).

This went on for several hours, only interrupted by the occasional bathroom trip or the food cart. Finally about a half hour before they reached their destination of Hogsmeade station Professor McGonagall's voice sounded clear over the intercom.

"Would all students proceed to get changed into their school robes and would the Head Girl and Boy please report to the prefects compartment. That is all"

"I wonder what this is about" Hermione said to no one in particular.

"Well you better go find out." Harry responded.

And so Hermione made her way to the front of the train. Stopping outside the compartment to straighten out her robes. She walked inside and saw McGonagall sitting alone.

"He will be here in just a minute, Miss Granger."

"Who--?"

Almost as if on cue in walked Blaise Zabini in all his arrogant glory. Blaise Zabini was a Slytherin who normally wasn't very well known, because his mother was not a death eater nor was she for the light. He was tall, lean but muscular, had black (or very dark brown.. Hermione couldn't decide which) hair with curls that fell into his eyes, which were a dazzling dark blue. His Italian olive colored skin was dark, as if he spent the entire summer in the sun. He smirked seeing Hermione's eyes on him. She blushed realizing she was caught admiring, but sneered in response trying to tame her blush.

'Oh God, that's embarrassing.. I'll never hear the end of it.' Hermione thought to herself.

"I see you've decided to join us Mr. Zabini."

"Always a pleasure Professor." He responded. Hermione snorted, she had a sneaking suspicion that it was not a pleasure, for any of them.

His smirk grew, at her obvious conviction that no one was there willingly.

"Now since you are both Heads you will be required to share a common room. Yes I know Miss Granger, it is a new policy to promote house unity, and you will have to carry out your duties in together. Now, there are many responsibilities to being Heads…" Professor McGonagall continued like that for about another ten minutes before they were dismissed.

Neither Hermione nor Blaise spoke on the journey back to their compartments. Blaise's compartment was about ten before hers and when she walked by she saw Theodore Nott, Millicent Bullstrode, Adrian Pucey, and Marcus Flint, who was apparently held back for another year or two.

'So those are his friends.. I wasn't sure he had any, he's always so standoffish and if you do talk to him, well he's an ass.' She thought as she continued down the corridor of compartments to her own. When she arrived she noticed that the food cart must have passed because there were fresh wrappers on the floor.

"'Mione we saved you some pumpkin pasties if you want." Offered Harry.

"Sure I'm starved."

"Did you find out who the Head Boy is?"

"Yeah, it's Zabini."

"Who?"

"The Slytherin, you know, the dark Italian one?"

"Oh him, he's mean."

"Yeah I know, and now I have to share a common room with him. That's like Slytherin on demand here!

"Whoa whoa whoa you have to WHAT! You're shitting me right? Damn Hermione, that sucks!"

"Language Ronald!"

"Bloody Hell woman I'll say what I want!"

"ARGH! Fine, but if your language is ever held against you (which I'm sure it will) I wont with hold the 'I told you so' s."

At this point the train's speed had started decreasing till it eventually stopped. They all grabbed their trunks and exited the compartment and entered the craziness of kids trying to get out of the train. When they did get out, they went to the horseless carriages (which weren't so horseless anymore since the war…a lot of people died and a lot of people saw) and grabbed an empty one. On the way up to the castle they talked about many things, but Hermione remained silent.

'How am I supposed to live with this arrogant ass hole for an entire year? I admit I've never really talked with the guy, but that smirk was enough to know he's just another Slytherin. At least it's not Malfoy…WAIT Malfoy is in prison, I almost forgot, Ha Ha Ha. Well thank god he's attractive, I mean if I have to see his face everyday at least it wont tear retina.' Hermione smirked at this.

"'Mione are you okay? You're being awful quite."

"I'm fine Ginny, my stomach's a little uneasy from all the bumping but I'll be fine" Hermione lied. She could never tell her friends she even thought a Slytherin was attractive. Well she doubted Ginny would do anything but agree, giggle, and ask how long she liked him (which is ludicrous because she didn't know him and he was a Slytherin). But Harry and Ron would most likely try and shake the nonsense out of her and when that didn't work, act betrayed and not talk to her for the rest of forever.

"If you're sure." She replied with an odd look in her eye.

"I'm sure."

Not long after they arrived at the castle and headed for the Gryffindor table where they sat by Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnegan and Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil. The talked idly for a few minutes till Filch walked in carrying a stool and a hat followed by some number of first years all looking petrified. Filch had taken up duties of having the children sorted since McGonagall had become Head Mistress and had to sit at the staff table.

And so the ceremony proceeded, about 8 new Gryffindor, The McGonagall gave her speech which no one expected because it was so like Dumbledore's in earlier years, filled with house unity and putting a stop to prejudice between wizards, even though no one dare express their hatred because the ministry was not taking any chances with reaming death eaters or supporters of what Voldemort did. Hermione was quite confident that she was not going to be called "Mudblood" anytime soon, at least not to her face.

And so the feast ended filling everyone's bellies and making even Ron sick from too much food, which I tell you is a hard thing to do. Before everyone exited the hall Professor McGonagall called all the prefects and heads to her so she could tell them the passwords. After everyone knew the passwords they started to head back to their tables to lead the first years when McGonagall called Hermione and Blaise back.

"As I am sure you are wondering where your new common room is I have arranged for Mr. Filch escort you to its entrance where the pass word is 'Flabbergast' (A/N Yeah I know its stupid but I really had a hard time figuring out what to use for this). That is all"

When the rest of the students had left the Great Hall Hermione and Blaise waited by the entrance, in silence, for Filch. Hermione was uncomfortable. She could feel his gaze on her as they waited and refused to meet it with her own.

'Why is he staring? Is this payback for my staring earlier? Or does he know I'm uncomfortable? UGHH! I wish he would stop. I am not going to give him the pleasure of him knowing he got to me. I will win this battle.'

By now filch was coming up to them and without saying anything he walked out of the Great Hall. They followed. They walked past the north tower and the library and finally came to a portrait of an apple tree with silver apples and a lion at his feet.

"Here is the entrance to your common room. No one but you two are allowed in here. You have separate bedrooms but must share a bathroom. There are two study areas both with a desk and a bookshelf and an all access pass to the school, anytime and anywhere without permission and you will not be questioned. You have complete access to the library for any reason and the restricted section is also within your rights to wander. Laundry will be collected Saturday and returned Sunday. You will patrol every night, together, and do a weekly check on all of the house common rooms. You have to right to dock points and add them but if the ability is abused it will be taken from you."

At that he left leaving them standing in front of the portrait of the lion beneath the tree with silver apples.

"Password?" asked the lion after inspecting them closely.

"Flabbergast." Said Zabini in a bored arrogant tone.

The portrait swung open to reveal a large common room. The colors were completely neutral, blood red and emerald green. Hermione wasn't completely sure if she wanted Christmas colors year round but she could live. There was a living area in the middle with couches and armchairs that were silver, red, green, or gold. There were a couple of fire places and on opposite sides of the room sat two desks and book shelves. There were three rooms on the wall facing them. The one in the middle they assumed was the bathroom and the two on the opposite sides must have been their bedrooms. Hermione guessed that hers was the one on the left, since that side had a majority of red in it.

"Well it isn't too bad." She said mostly to herself.

"Ha, Granger go to bed."

"Who are you to tell me what to do?!" She demanded.

"The boy who not only has to live with you for the majority of a year, but also has to see you in the morning so try to get some sleep and keep up appearances. For both our sakes Granger."

She was so mad she could have slapped him but by the time she came back to her senses his bedroom door was already half way shut.

"Humph."

She headed to her bedroom, which was dressed elegantly in gold and red and a queen size bed that felt like heaven. She changed into her nightclothes and crawled into bed, shut her eyes and tried to sleep. But she had trouble; thoughts of what he had said plagued her mind.

'Was he calling me ugly? 'Keep up appearances' what's that mean? Ass hole. Damn him to hell! Whoa Hermione watch your language there. 'Both our sakes'? He wants me to be pretty? I hate him. Hate him hate him hate him.'

Eventually the thoughts ceased and she slipped into a dream where she was a mermaid who lived in her old friends pool (A/N I decided Hermione has weird dreams like me okay?).

A/N Oh my God. Its finally finished, please review! Should I continue? Tell me! I'll update soon if you want.