Disclaimer: I wish I had JKR's brain…

Major Flashback

Eight year-old Hermione was at the local park, enjoying the feel of the wind swaying through her hair as she swung higher and higher. Once she was as high as she thought she could be, she took a deep breath and jumped. She landed on her feet, but her legs buckled and she ended up on her knees. She smiled; she didn't have a scratch on her, just like every time she did that.

"How—how did you do that?" she heard someone ask. She looked up.

A boy about her age with white-blond hair and silver eyes was looking down at her, with a look of awe and shock in his eyes.

"I dunno," she said brightly, standing up. "I love doing it though. It seems as if I can fly."

The boy smiled at her.

"Do you wanna play with me?"

"Sure! What's your name?"

"Draco."

"I'm Hermione. Come on. Tag, you're it!"

Scene change

"Draco, what's a muggle?" asked a ten-year old Hermione, three days before her eleventh birthday.

"A—a what?"

"I heard your dad saying it. Telling you I was a muggle. So, what's a muggle?"

"Well…you know that thing you can do on the swing?"

"Well, yes, but…"

"It's magic. Real magic. On your birthday, you'll get a letter telling you that you've been accepted to a magic school. But, please, don't tell my father. He'll be furious. A muggle is someone who can't do magic."

"Draco, you're a horrid person! Why…why would you lie to me like that?!"

"No, Mia, listen to me, I'm not lying!"

"Prove it. Show me magic," she said stubbornly.

"Fine. I'll talk to you in your head."

Hermione felt as if a bucket of ice water was being poured over her head. She felt as if a…presence was in her mind.

'Do you believe me now?'

Hermione gasped. Draco was not moving his lips, yet she heard his voice inside her head. His eyes were screwed shut in concentration.

"Yes," she whispered. "But, why can't I tell your dad that I'm a…a witch?"

Draco sighed. Time for the long explanation.

"You see, I'm what you would call a 'pure-blood'. I don't have an ounce of muggle blood in me. My father thinks that muggle-born witches or wizards are below us. At—at school, I'll have to call you bad names."

"Why can't we be friends at school?"

"My father will have my hide, and—" Draco bit his lip. "—he might beat mum again, and me when I go home for chrimbo hols."

"What—what kind of names?"

"I'll call you a—a Mudblood," Draco said, wincing slightly.

"Mudblood?"

"You know how I said my father thinks that pure-bloods are above muggle-borns? Well, you might as well have mud in your blood, because all of Slytherin will treat you that way. It's a name to refer to all muggle-borns as nothing above mud. It's foul and I hate it. Whenever I'll say it to you, a part of me will die inside."

Hermione had tears in her eyes.

"I'll miss you."

Draco smiled weakly, took her hand and gave it a soft squeeze. "I'll miss you too, Mia."

"Draco? Do you believe in all that rubbish your dad's feeding you?"

Draco smirked. "Do you really think I'm that thick?"

Hermione woke up from her dream, a sad smile upon her face. She missed him, oh Merlin, she missed him so much. She was now in her seventh year, and other then calling her names, she hadn't really spoken to him. If they had rounds together in the year before, they would say nothing at all. There was always an awkward silence that followed them anytime they were near each other. Part of Hermione died along with the friendship they had shared so many years ago.

Draco Malfoy was announced Head Boy this year, and guess who was announced Head Girl? You guessed it.

Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy had never felt this strange, this...nervous about talking to each other before. They...were scared of the others reaction about not only their past behaviour, but future events.

Neither of them had known how much they had really changed from the six years before, and they we in for a shock of their lives.

The Sorting of the first years had just ended, and Dumbledore rose to speak again.

"Now, before the feast starts, I must congratulate both Head Boy and Girl of this year. Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger, please stand."

Hermione stood, proud but not showing it. She just beamed down at the Weasley's and Harry, who were all whooping very loudly.

Draco stood, looking very casual and dignified. He stole a glance at Hermione, who was beaming. For a fleeting second, he hoped it was at him, but alas no, it was at her friends. Draco's only true friends were Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott. Neither of them were Death Eaters, and neither of them ever believed the "mudblood" rubbish. He glanced down at them to see small smiles on both their faces.

"Yes, now, let's settle down. I would just like to see Head Boy and Girl at the end of the feast. Enjoy, students!"

The yearly gasps were heard as the food appeared, and the loud chatter began again.

XOxoXOxo

"Mione, why didn't you tell us you had been made Head?!" exclaimed Ginny, looking quite tiffed, but pleased as well.

"I...forgot?" she responded sheepishly.

"Oh, come on, Mione," said Ron, his mouth full of food, spitting out chunks of it as he spoke.

"Ron! Please, shut your mouth!" said Ginny, grimacing along with Hermione.

"So, how was your summer, Herms?" asked Harry, giving Hermione the courtesy of emptying his mouth first.

She left out the major details. "It was...uneventful. Yours?"

And the Quidditch talk began.

XOxoXOxo

"So, Head Boy, eh, Drake?" said Theodore.

"Yeah, and you were going to tell us when, exactly?" asked Blaise, clearly amused.

"Um...let me think for just a second...never," joked Draco, helping himself to the delicious delicacies.

"So, Head Girl, how are you going to hold up, mate?" asked Blaise quietly.

"I...honestly dunno," said Draco, pushing away his plate. Suddenly, he wasn't hungry anymore.

"Drake, you'll have to tell her. She's in danger!" said Theo, quietly, but urgently.

"Bloody hell, Ted, why would she believe me after six years of pure hatred?"

"Because of three years of pure friendship," he responded quietly. Blaise nodded.

"Yeah, mate. Don't out right tell her, 'The remaining Death Eaters are out to get you.' Ease back into the friendship, and when she trusts you enough, tell her. Not exactly tactlessly, but...you get what I'm saying?"

"Yeah," mumbled Draco. "I just...what will I say to her tonight? 'Hullo, I miss you, I'm sorry?' How do you get back into a friendship after six years of purposely distancing yourself?"

The had no encouraging word for that remark.

XOxoXOxo

"Now, prefects, show the first years to their dormitories. And, I think they would appreciate it if you didn't refer to them as 'midgets'. Now, off you get!" said Dumbloredore, the familiar twinkle still in his sapphire eyes.

Draco and Hermione stayed in their seat, and, with a few more encouraging words from their best mates, slowly walked up to the Head table.

"Ah, Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Granger. Welcome back, and congratulations on your new positions as Heads. Now, you both will be in charge of organising the Christmas Ball and the graduation dance, as well as prefect meetings. Also, you both will think up of and distribute the passwords to the house common rooms. You each have your own, separate dormitories. Any questions?"

"No, sir," they both said, simultaneously.

"Good. The portrait to the Head Common rooms is on the fifth floor, opposite from the Charms wing. The portrait is one of Sir Cadogan," Dumbledore stated, with an apologetic smile. "and good night."

"Good night, professor."

They walked up in an awkward silence that seemed to engulf the air around them up to three meters in every direction.

The found the portrait and looked at each other.

"What would you like the new password to be, Malfoy?" asked Hermione.

"Well, I would like it to be Silver Lioness. Is that okay with you?"

"Certainly. Silver lioness," said Hermione, and the portrait swung open, fortunately, with no word from Sir Cadogan.

(A/n: I stole the descriptions of the common room and Hermy's room from a friend of mine, penname: XxXpurplelilyxXx)

The common room was decorated in red and green. It looked like Christmas.

At least I won't have to decorate this year, Hermione thought.

There was a love seat, an armchair and a large sofa, all in front of the fire. Hermione noticed stairs, and decided to walk up them. At the top, there were two rooms: one on the left and one on the right. The one on the left had a lion on it, so she figured it was hers. She walked in and was delighted. Her room was decorated in red and gold. Her bed was a large, king size with golden pillows and a red, velvet comforter with a gold lion on it. She saw another door in her room, and opened it. She saw a humongous bathroom. It had two shower stalls, a swimming pool sized bathtub and two sinks. She saw Draco come through a different door and into the bathroom as well.

"Well, good night," said Hermione awkwardly.

"Night...Mia."

That was the first time he had called her that in six years.

I hope you all enjoys this. I really hope that my best mate will beta this and I hope you all will review and give me suggestions. Night, chums!