So, I am not going to continue this unless I have ten reviews. If I don't then I am going to trash it. I am not going to work on something that people are not interested in. So, here it is.

Loch

Hermione threw her bag in her new dorm, irritated that she still had not seen or even knew who the head boy was. He hadn't shown up on the train, like he was suppose to, had missed a dinner, he was suppose to be at. If their wanted someone who was wouldn't take this job seriously, they should have picked Ron.

The thought of Ron made her flusterred, since they had discovered their were nothing more than friends during the summer. Then him and Harry decided that "They had fought in a war and they had defeated the most powerful and evil wizard of all time. There was nothing left that Hogwarts could teach them"

She shook her head putting her clothes away quickly, practically dreaming about that bath that she had promised herself as soon as she was finished. She heard the door open, she knew who it had to be, but didn't care. Whoever this headboy was, she was very mad at him. She wasn't ready to deal with it. She wanted to start out this new year with the headboy on a good note, and the way she wanted to rip into him to shreds would totally defeat that purpose.

Finally, she finished putting her things away. She grabbed the book she was currently reading, snagged a towel and made a beeline to the bathroom.

Draco's POV

Draco slammed into the Headboy's dorm. Completely ignoring how much he loved the decor. The word's "Life in Askaban" still ringing in his ears. His father's trial had taken more of a toil on him that he expected. He and his father had thier problems, but he had honestly hoped his father could slide by again, like he had before. He knew that was too much to expect, and he couldn't figure out what why he was still so upset by this outcome.

He guessed he had better just be grateful that he wasn't hearing those same words right now, but thanks to Potter, Draco wasn't even given a trial. He paced the floor, knowing that he should go down and eat something, but he was in no mood for food, but he never was anymore. Not while the memories of what had happened in his house still sang through his head, especially after witnessing what he had seen the Mudblood go through. Ever since that night, he decided that if a war ever broke out again, he was either on Potters side or no one.

He heard the headgirl slamming around in her room. It was the first time he had realized that he had no idea who was in there. He tried to bring himself to care, that might take his mind off the current situation, but as much as he tried he couldn't bring himself to do it. Draco decided it would be best to go ahead and put his things away, otherwise he could still convince himself to go home. If you could even call it that anymore.

Hermione's POV

She slipped into the bath, opened the book and began to read, losing track of time, school, headboy, the war and to her greatest pleasure Ron. She was glad she had picked a less challenging book to read. What she use to refer to "A child's first chapter book". Peter Pan had always been her favorite childrens story, the magic made it almost seem unreal, and it was something that was still magical enough that she didn't start finding ways that a wizard helped in the writing of this story. Like, she did with Cindrella. Basic transfiguration and charms. Peter Pan, could not be explained by the magic that she could conjure and she loved it.

Draco's POV

He finished putting his things away and decided the best way to handle his current issue was to wash away them away in a shower. He snagged everything he needed and headed to the bathroom. Unaware that it was occupied. It was unlocked after all. He opened the door and began setting his things down. He looked at the shower, and saw Hermione. He blinked. She hadn't noticed him, which he couldn't decide if that was a good or a bad thing. She was perfect, to his surprise. He wanted nothing more than to play with her round breasts. He mentally slapped himself in the face. This was the mudblood he was thinking about. He turned away, before alerting her.

"Hey, Beaverface, you should learn to lock the door. I know you are desperate for some male attention, but seriously I didn't want to be blinded my first day back"Draco sneered, fighting every word about her appearance.

She looked at him awestruck, "I...I...I'm sorry"

"Just hurry up"He asked "Remember, no amount of scrubbing will make you less dirty" With that he marched out of the room, realizing he just pissed off the headgirl. The person he would be sharing a dorm with for the next nine months. But he finally got his mind off his father.

Hermione POV

Hermione jumped out of the tub, and wrapped the towel around her. Fighting the tears, unsure what it was she was crying about. Was it that she felt so exposed, was it was Draco had said. No, it was that she was about to spend the next nine months with that prick.