A.N: This is my first Dramionie i dont really know where im going with it so inspiring reviews would be greatly appreciated. I know theres not much dialogue in this but there will be later on, a bit OOC. Enjoy. :)
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything Harry Potter wise... sad I know.
Can Time Heal All Wounds?
Chapter one
As Hermione boarded the old steam train, green shiny 'head girl' badge shining on her breast she began, as she had several times that summer, to ponder on who it would be who ended up sharing her carriage.
Sitting elegantly on the bold red seat of the heads compartment she brushed down her perfectly ironed, pristine condition uniform for non-existent crumbs.
Whilst carrying out this pointless task she didn't hear the soft clicking sound of the door opening and closing or the silent sneer begin to form on the onlooking blonde headed boys smug face.
It was only when the arrogant young man coughed in such a bored fashion that the girl paid any attention jumping from her seat into an almost cowering pose.
It had been almost a year since she had seen this boy in person, of course she'd seen his name and face plastered all over the Daily Prophet she hadn't really thought much about him except to wonder occasionally if he, unlike many others, would return to school for his final year as, of course, he had already completed his seventh year of Hogwarts.
"Obviously she would choose the mudblood. How nice to see you... not." Draco Malfoy sneered. Before Hermione could throw back the insult that was nestled on the edge of her tongue the door opened and closed for the third time that day, another person had joined their gathering.
Both the teenagers turned to face the mighty form of Professor Horace Slughorn.
"Why my children!"
He exclaimed, "so happy am I too see and so proud to see that one of my very own Sliverins' has made head boy, and of course one of my favourites, yes you Miss Granger."
He beamed as Hermione stepped back shock swelling at the bemused look on the Professors face as she realised for the first time why Malfoy was in her compartment.
After the initial shock Hermione soon settled to the fact that Malfoy was her new co-worker.
After receiving their first duties from the deputy headmaster both students departed from the compartment, told the prefects their jobs and the departed from each others company without a word said between the two.
Both just hoped that by fiddling with the perfecting rota that they would not have to see one another often.
When Hermione left the train along with her three best friends she ad not a care in the world, just a desire to feed and then retire to her bed for a early slumber.
However this was not to be, after the journey to the school by theastral and helping numerous first years find their ways she waited exhaustedly for the time when she could get her much needed sleep.
After listening to the headmistress (professor Minerva McGonagall) prattle on and after eating her fill of the glorious food she did not expect to be called to the small office just off from the Great Hall leaving the prefects to direct the new ones.
Much to the protests of her over stuffed friends she once again had to leave them to be in the same small space as that Sliverin. Okay so he was head boy, but still he was obviously no good even if McGonagall thought he was a changed guy Hermione could see straight through his front.
Upon entering the room Hermione could feel the tension that hung in the air between the boy and the professor.
"Hermione, how lovely to see you, I hope you ad a lovely summer" the old woman smiled at the shocked girl. 'buttering me up for something bad' she thought to herself and replied with an innocent smile in the professors direction.
"So I bet your wondering why your here, I would just like to say that before you react that this is none changeable, you must do it" With a fearful glance at one another the enemies gulped and nodded.
"I cannot believe I have to share a room with a stupid ferret!" Hermione ranted as she paced furiously back and forth in front of the warm fire in her new, cosy common room for two.
"You think I am happy about this Granger!" Malfoy snapped, "now, would please shut your dirty little mouth and sit the hell down so we can sort this crap out so I can go to bed!"
He gestured towards the large pile of rotas in front of him.
She reluctantly took er seat beside him sinking into the plush chair snuggling up to the arm rest, as far from the egotistical boy as she could.
It took the two heads most of their first night back at school together much to each of their disappointment and frustration.
It had taken almost all night to arrange the schedules for all the students above fourth year and to plan a rota for prefect duties.
So, much to the teenagers disgust, thy had ended up in a deep slumber entangled with each other in the morning.
Hermione was first to wake, luckily, she let out a small squeak when she found herself in such a position so hastily removed herself from the small sofa.
Conjuring a small blanket from her room to cover Draco she hurried up the stairs to the large bathroom and began her morning routine.
It was much later, when she was charming her hair into place, that she heard any signs of movement from the floor below.
When Malfoy reached the bathroom he entered without knocking muttering under his breath about smells and aches.
"Have you never heard of knocking! Shut up muttering and get the hell out!" Hermione screamed pushing the sullen Sliverin out of the door towards his bedroom.
That was the first of many arguments between the two wizards that day.
A.N: So thats it, I hope you liked it, please R&R