A/N: Hi everyone! This is my first fan fiction story I'm writing. I was never into fan fiction before, then I stumbled upon the world of Dramione and got inspired to write my own. I am not an avid writer or anything but thought this would be fun. I tried to stay true to the characters as much as possible. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I solemnly swear, I do not own anything to do with Harry Potter or J.K. Rowling.

1. A Not So Perfect Start

The scarlet train was huffing along, on its way to Hogwarts. Hermione, Ron, Harry and Ginny were sharing a cabin chatting away. Harry, Ron and Hermione were starting their fifth year.

"I can't believe we're prefects, Ron!" Hermione said, jumping up and down in her seat, excited for the new year. She was already in her uniform, with her polished prefect badge fixed smartly over her chest.

"Yeah, can't wait to bust on some first years," Ron chuckled.

"That's not why you were made prefect Ron," she looked at him sternly.

"Oh, just being funny, you have to admit though; it's nice having the power."

"I'm looking at this purely academically; this will look excellent on my school record."

Ron just shrugged his shoulders, shoved his hand in a box of Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans and popped some in his mouth.

For the rest of the journey, Ron and Harry talked about Quidditch. Ron was going to try for the Quidditch team so Harry was giving him some pointers. Ginny went to another compartment to talk to her other friends. Hermione was too nervous and excited to sit down, so she decided to take a walk.

"I'm just going to the bathroom," she said.

Harry and Ron just waved her off, too absorbed in their conversation to notice. She exited the compartment and headed off down the train. Her long wavy hair was bobbing up and down as she walked with a skip in her step, her skirt swishing around her knees.

Meanwhile, sitting in one of the compartments was Draco; he too was already in his uniform. He was sitting with his friends, Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy.

"Another year in this hell- hole of a school," he said. "Only one thing that could make it interesting is being prefect."

"I bet your going to give Potter a hard time," giggled Pansy.

Draco's lips curved into a dark smile, "I think this year should be fun." He twirled his wand in his long slim fingers.

Then Crabbe said, "So you were saying earlier that you think You-Know-Who is back?"

"Of course he's back! How many times have I told you?" Draco spat. "My father won't tell me much, but I think the Ministry knows he's back but is too afraid to tell anyone, doesn't want to put fear into anyone."

Draco was aggravated by his friend's stupidity. How he wished he had smarter friends, but instead he had to settle for these clowns. Draco needed to get out of there to clear his head.

"I'm going for a walk," he muttered.

"Do you want me to come?" said Pansy, starting to get up.

"I would rather you didn't," Draco snapped, and Pansy shrank back into her seat.

He exited his compartment quickly and stepped out into the corridor. WHAM, he had collided with someone.

Hermione was walking along the corridor, revising the syllabus for the semester whilst humming a random tune, not paying attention to where she was going. Suddenly, her face hit something hard. Not just something, someone. She fell back on her butt, legs splayed and elbows propping her up behind her back. She looked up to see Malfoy looking down at her.

Draco quickly looked over to see who had hit. When he saw Hermione on the floor, a wicked smile crept across his face. His eyes moved to her skirt, which had been hitched up to her thighs, revealing the lacy part of her stockings. Hermione saw this and quickly adjusted herself, feeling herself going red.

"Watch where you're going, Granger," he said, smirking.

"Did you do that on purpose!?" Hermione said, as she got up, blushing furiously and rubbing her head.

"Like I would want to touch you, mud blood," he snarled.

Hermione opened her mouth to say something back, when she noticed a gleaming badge in the shape of a 'P' fixed to his shirt.

"They made you prefect?" she scoffed.

"Surprised? I'm not surprised they made you prefect. You practically lick the teacher's feet."

She stormed up to him, their bodies' inches apart and said, "Watch yourself, Malfoy. I'm not going to let you walk over me this year. You may be prefect but you're not going to bully me."

Malfoy was not having this. He was not going to have some jumped up mud blood talk to him this way. He walked into her, forcing her to walk backwards into the wall of the empty corridor of the jostling train. His grey eyes bore into hers, their bodies almost touching. Hermione's hands were pressed up against the wall as she remained eye contact with his.

"Watch your tongue, Granger. Never speak to me that way again," he snarled.

They both stood there, each not daring to be the first to break eye contact. Draco took her in; he noticed she looked different as he remembered. She had lost most of her frizz from her hair and it now fell in shiny, wavy locks. Her eyes were brown and sparkling, her lips were pink and plump, a few freckles scattered on her blushing cheeks and her hair smelling faintly of strawberries.

Finally, for what seemed to be a minute, Hermione pushed him away a walked off, back to her compartment, Draco watching her from behind. He ran his fingers through his blonde hair and stalked off in the other direction.

Later that evening, after everyone had been sorted into their houses, and the school feast was over, everyone sleepily made their way to their dormitories.

"See you in a sec, Harry," called out Ron and Hermione as they pushed their way through the students. It was their job to guide the first years around.

Ron looked like he was having too much fun, telling off students, hurrying them along to their dorms and telling them to fix their uniforms.

Finally the castle was empty, everyone was in their dorms and Ron and Hermione were about to head back to the Gryffindor common room.

"I'm so tired," Hermione yawned as they dragged their feet back. They whispered the password (flibber-gibbet) and were about to enter the portrait hole when Professor McGonagall called Hermione from behind.

"Miss Granger, will you please come with me? You will be taking the first night watch with Mr. Malfoy. Mr. Weasley, you may go."

Hermione gaped at her, "You want me to go with Malfoy? Why can't Ron and I do it?"

"Don't make this difficult Miss Granger. You are prefects now, and whether you like it or not you will have to get along with the other prefects, that includes Mr. Malfoy."

"I'll see you tomorrow at breakfast," said Ron. "Don't let him get to you," he added with a whisper as he grabbed her by the shoulder.

Soon after that, Hermione and Draco met up in the main entrance to start the first watch. It's only for an hour, she thought to herself.

Draco was already waiting in the main entrance for her. Where was she? He thought. Finally, she came gliding down the staircase. He watched her as the moon light streaming in from the nearest window shone on her, making her fair skin glow. Her hair bounced playfully off her shoulders. She walked over to him.

"About time you showed up, ready?" he said.

"Let's just get this over and done with," she sighed.

"Fine, but no talking," Draco snapped.

They walked throughout the castle, keeping the same pace but making sure they spaced themselves enough between the dark corridors. Draco watched her through the corner of his eye. Her fairy like steps were quiet compared to his loud ones. He watched her as the moonlight shone on her perfect features.

Hermione was looking straight ahead, but could feel his eyes on her. "Can I help you?" she said.

"I said, no talking," Malfoy snarled, as his eyes darted forward.

"Don't tell me what I can and can't do, Draco."

He was caught off guard for a moment, the way she said his name. It sounded heavenly, he could have listened to her say his name over and over. He shook his head to clear this thought. She is a mud blood, a filthy mud blood.

Hermione saw that he was quiet and smirked, "What? No come back?"

Suddenly they heard what sounded like shuffling of feet up ahead. Draco held out his hand to signal to Hermione to keep quiet and whipped his wand out from his robes with his other hand. They both looked into the darkness but couldn't see anything.

"Who's there!" called out Draco. There was no response, but he had defiantly heard something. He shouted out a stunning spell, a red flash shot from his wand and hit a suit of armour, making a loud crashing noise.

Hermione yelped out in fright and lunged herself across to Draco. She grabbed his arm to lower his wand. "Malfoy, you can't just go shooting spells everywhere! What if that was a student and you hit them?!"

"Well they shouldn't be out in the first place," he shrugged her hand off his arm; her touch seemed to send a strange electric current through his body.

"That was very dangerous!" Hermione was fuming, her chest heaving. "As a prefect, I thought you would have more control than that." They both turned to face each other now.

"Oh yeah? Well I don't know how they made you one, letting a filthy mud blood like you be a prefect!"

Hermione had reached her limit; she drew out her wand, ready to duel.

Spells were fired in all directions, both of them leaping out of the way to dodge them and throwing counter spells in return which were hitting walls and smashing more suits of armour.

All of a sudden they heard "Expelliarmus!" and both their wands flew into the air. McGonagall was standing in the entrance to the corridor in her nightgown, fuming.

A/N: What did you think? Please review! Don't worry, things are set to get steamier ;) Keep reading!

To all my followers, I've edited some chapters slightly because it was annoying me-just grammar and punctuation-but don't worry, the story line hasn't changed.