"Love is the only force capable of transforming an enemy into friend."
--Martin Luther King
Chapter 1: The Beginning of a Hateship
"Bye mum, dad, I love you." I gave a hug and a kiss to each of my parents.
"We'll see you at Christmas Hermione;" my dad stepped back and shed a tear like he did every year before leaving for Hogwarts. One day, he told himself, I won't cry.
"Be safe, and do try to stay out of trouble," my mum gave me another squeeze and gave me a brown paper bag.
"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine." I reassured her. "That is if I live to make it on the train, mum I can't breath."
"Oh, sorry dear," she let go and the whistle blew. "I packed you health-snacks incase you get hungry, don't forget to write."
"Okay mum, I have to go. Bye!"
I quickly fumbled onto the train with my heavy trunk full of more than the needed books and my cat Crookshanks, then waved at my parents while they slowly disappeared as the train rolled further away. 'Finally', I thought tomyself.
"Hermione?" I heard Ron's voice say in a low grumble, I turned around to give him a proper look.
"Oh Ron, it's so good to see you. How was your summer?" I hugged him with a smile plastered on my face. Ron had definitely changed, he was much taller and his voice deeper. He looked quite handsome in my opinion, I had to admit.
"Good I guess, and yours?"
"It was a lot of fun; I even learned a bit of French, would you like to hear it?"
"I-" Ron started to talk but was stopped by me running to my other best friend.
"Oh Harry! How are you, I've missed you both so much." Harry had changed, too. He was ataller and his hair much more shaggy. I wagered that all the girls thought him even better looking than last year. But of course he was still his skinny lanky self from lack of food at his aunt and uncles house.
"I'm all right, and you?"
"I'm great, can you believe I got Head Girl! I wonder who Head Boy is."
"You don't know?" Harry looked surprised. He was used to me knowing practically everything that was going around in the school.
"No, I figured one of you two would get it. Well I hoped, atleast."
"No, neither of us did."
"I wonde.," Icontemplated on the subject for a moment before my least favorite person came sauntering in with a smirk plastered on his face.
"Hey Potty, Weasel, how's your little mudblood doing?"
"You better shove it Malfoy or I'll-" Ron curled his fist tightly.
"Or you'll what? You lay a dirty little finger on me and I'll just dock points or send you to Snape's office. Seeing as I'm Head Boy now."
"What!? You can't be Head Boy. There's no way Dumbledore would give such a honor to a twit like you!" I screeched in disbelief.
"Well, I am. You better be good little boys and girls or I'll have to send all of you to detention."
"Not on my watch you're not," I stood tall and shoved my shiny golden badge in front of his face. His smirk dampened slightly.
"What? A mudblood, Head Girl? What has this school come to? Dumbledore will hear from my father about this!"
"You'd better watch your mouth Malfoy before I knock all your pretty little teeth in." Ron's fists were now so tight that they were white.
"Oh, I'm so scared." Malfoy brushed past the trio and left with one last gesture. "I guess I'll be seeing you in our meeting, mudblood."
"I hate him," I mumbled. "Why can't they just lock him up with his dad? It's not like he isn't bound to turn out as a duplicate!"
"That would be too easy." Harry said. "Come on let's get a compartment."
"It just doesn't make sense! How could Dumbledore possibly elect him, of all people, to be Head Boy!" I was still ranting. I couldn't help myself. After all, it was Malfoy. I checked my watch and turned around from the two getting readt to tell Ron it was time to go to the meeting before Harry stopped me.
"Hermione? Where are you going? Aren't you going to get a compartment with us?"
"I can't I have to go to the Prefect's and Head's meeting, that means you too Ron, we'll just find you later Harry." Harry looked saddened at his words. It hardly seemed far the he wasn't deemed a prefect like Ron. He had better grades than Ron did anyway!
The two walked slowly to the front of the train for my meeting; we weren't looking forward to seeing Malfoy again. I didn't know how I was going to survive the whole year living in the same dormitory with him, but I guessed I was about to find out.
"Good afternoon to you all, I am very proud for all of you on making a Prefect or Head. Now I believe all of you should know the rules and I hope that you would enforce them to your best ability. I know some people think little of your job but it is very important and I ask that none of you will miss-use your responsibility." At this point Ron and I looked over at Malfoy and rolled oureyes. He snickered and stuck his chin up slightly more. What was Dumbledore thinking when he made Malfoy Head Boy? I thought to myself. "I believe that is all I have to say except that I will give you the password to your House as you leave. Oh yes, and I need to speak to the Heads before they go. All right, you may leave."
Dumbledore inched over to let the Prefects leave one by one whispering the password in their ear. It seemed like ages before every one was out, but they finally left and Iwas stuck in the room with Malfoy.
"I believe you two know what I have to say." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled at them. I knew he could tell I was more than shocked to find that Malfoy became Head Boy. Malfoy rolled his eyes and pretended to listen while suddenly becoming quite interested in his fingernails. "You two must share a dormitory and promote inter-house unity. I will show you where you rooms are and let you pick your own password. It is up to you to let your friends in, but I strongly advise you to think before you blab the password to others.
Also, you can change the password every month but the two of you must tell the portrait the newly chosen password together.
You have to patrol the corridors at night and if any one is out past curfew or is misbehaving you may deduct points, but I caution you to use your common sense on how many points you deduct. I believe that is all and I will see you when the train stops."
Dumbledore left and I made a quick attempt to leave the room, I didn't want to be with Malfoy any longer than I had to. At that very moment Malfoy jumped up also. Just as soon as I got to the door her pulled his hands around my waist and slung me backwards with quite a lot of force. I landed just below the seat and bashed my head against it. I stared up at him in angerily and rubbed what I had hit my head. He smirked and walked out.
***
"That horrible, insolent, self-centered jerk!" I raged on as soon I got into Harry's and Ron's compartment. I saw that him and Ron were already playing a game of wizard's chess.
"I can't believe Dumbledore made him Head Boy! And the worst part is that I have to live with him the whole entire year and put up with, well, with him! It could have been anyone but him. I even would have been okay with dealing with a different Slytherin, but not him."
"Woh, Hermione calm down." Harry said looking up from his chess game.
"Calm down, how would you feel if you had to live with him? Stupid bloody--Ugh!"
"He probably wouldn't be alive after the first day." Ron added. "Knight to A7."
"Dang it I can believe I didn't see that." Harry said watching his Queen being killed.
"I thought Dumbledore was smarter than that." I ranted on, rubbing me head. He had give me a rather large bump on my head.
"I don't know, maybe there's good reason behind it." Harry said bashing one of Ron's Bishops. This was not a Harry-like thing to say. I disagreed with him completely.
"How could there be any good in him being Head, come on Harry." Ron declared.
"Yes, really how could there be." I added.
"I don't know, maybe there is."
"Well we'd better change into our robes. We'll be there soon." Ron and Harry looked up from their game before watching me exit the compartment to go change.
The rest of the train ride we talked about what happened during our summer and the different many ways to make Malfoy's life a living hell for the next year. I decided that the best thing for me to do was spend as little time in my room as possible and patrol by myself. That way it decreased my chance of having to see/hear/talk to him. Once the train finally came to a stop I got Crookshanks and went to find Dumbledore. The unfortunate downside? I ran into Malfoy, literally, along the way before I could even get off of the train.
"Watch where you're going mudblood!" Malfoy knocked me over and went through the door before me, once again. Some pureblood gentlemen he is, I thought bitterly. I rubbed my hip and started to get up.
"Need a hand?" Some one stuck their hand out for met o grab and I took it generously.
"Err, thanks." I blushed and looked at my helper. It was a boy about my age in Ravenclaw robes. He had emerald green eyes and brown hair falling around his face. He was very attractive. "Do I know you?'
"I don't reckon you do, I'm Jack Finnley. I just transferred her from Durmstrang last year. You're Hermione Granger, right? "
"Erm, yes I am. How did you know that?"
"Well, everyone knows who you are don't they? From the papers and all. Your Harry Potter's best friend and girlfriend!"
"I'm not his girlfriend." I blushed. "We've never seen each other like that."
"Oh. Well, best be off then, it was nice meeting you." He gave me a polite smile and walked away.
"Yes, you to. Bye" I watched Jack Finnley walk off before going to find Professor Dumbledore with Malfoy.
"Ah, Ms. Granger, there you are. Are you ready to go?"
"Yes, Professor."
"'Bout time," Malfoy grunted silently. I rolled her eyes and followed Professor Dumbledore.
We continued walking until we came upon a painting of a boy and girl sitting on a bench enjoying the weather, eating ice cream, and talking to each other politely. They stood there for a moment until finally Professor Dumbledore coughed to get their attention.
"Oh, hi Professor," the girl smiled cutely.
"Hello Angela, Michael, here are the new Heads for this year. This is Hermione Granger, and this is Draco Malfoy." The children gave a small wave. "All right, well, I'll leave you four to decide on a password and I'll meet you in the Great Hall. Don't be too long."
I watched Professor Dumbledore walk off and wished that he would comeback and stay so I wouldn't have to be alone with Malfoy.
"All right, Granger, the password is going to be 'no mudbloods allowed'" he laughed at his own joke.
"Malfoy, grow up. If I have to put up with you the whole year we can at least have a decent password. How about Chocolate Feathers."
"No way, that is dumb."
"Do you have anything better?"
"Ya, Slytherin will prevail over Gryffindor, or maybe Draco Malfoy is a sexy beast."
"Get over yourself, we're not going to have something that puts down people."
"Okay then, how about Draco Malfoy is one--"
"Arrogant, self-centered jerk. Yes, I think I like that." I interrupted him.
"Did you just interrupt me?"
"Oh gee, let me think, yes I did." I mocked him.
"Let me tell you something, Granger," Draco roughly pushed me up against a wall menacingly. I nearly yelped as his hand gripped tightly around my neck as I hit my head hard against the stony wall in the same sore place I had last hit my head. "You do not interrupt me when I'm talking."
"What are you going to do about it? Tell your daddy on me. No wait, I think he's in Azkaban. Now who could have put him in there? Let me think, I did!"
"Listen to me you little mudblood. If I ever hear you utter a single word about my father again." Draco punched a painting next to their door; a small indention was left in the print of a fist. "Next time, that will be your face."
Draco stalked off and I watched him turn the corner taking deep breaths and holding my neck. I wasn't sure what to do at that moment, but decide to go to the Great Hall where Iwould be in pleasant company. We hadn't decided on a password, but Ididn't care. Ijust wanted to be with Harry and Ron and far away from Malfoy.
"Are you okay?" Harry looked at me when I sat down. "You look a little pale."
"I'm fine," I reassured him. I couldn't tell them what happened.
"Did the prat do something to you?" Ron bumped in stuffing potatoes down his throat. "If he did I'll make him hurt so bad he--"
"No Ron, I'm fine. Nothing happened, relax." I wasn't sure why I wasn't telling them what Malfoy did to me, or rather threatened to do to me. But I kept it to myself and tried eating a bit of food. I couldn't believe I had missed the sorting ceremonies because of him.
"If you say so."
Only too soon did the feast end and I had to go back to her room to see Malfoy. I took as much time as she could to get there, dreaded every step closer to my new room. Whan I did finally get there Malfoy was not happy.
"What took you so long?" He growled
"None of you business."
"Well, have you decided on a password," he demanded more than asked.
"I already told you, chocolate feathers."
"Fine, chocolate feathers," he repeated. The two children smiled at each other and the door slid open. We both stepped inside.
I gasped at the beautiful room. It had wooden floors with a colored rug centered in it, two desks on the opposite sides of the room, a leather couch with a side table, two huge oak doors, one for herself and Malfoy she presumed, and one other door that most likely lead to the bathroom.
After I looked at the living quarters, I picked one of the oak doors and went in hoping it was mine. I guessed right. My room had a king sized bed with big fluffy pillows and sheets, it also had a large closet where I found my clothes had already been put up. There was a side table by my bed and a big window with a ledge to set on. The colors in my room were red and gold with a large Gryffindor emblem on my bed.
I jumped on my bed and closed my eyes. The bed was as comfortable as it looked. After I changed into my nightclothes I found my favorite book, Hogwarts, A History, and started reading before I went to bed. It was the perfect bedtime story, in my opinion. I decided that the luxuries of being Head Girl would pay off, even if I did have to share them with Malfoy.