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Chapter 1 – A Bad Start

"Oh my! Hermione, you are the Head Girl!" Harry shouted. "I have always known that you are going to be the Head Girl!" He went towards Hermione, open his arms and embraced a hug. Hermione beamed with merriment. She never really felt so happy before, if she did not count her adventures with her best friends.

She swivelled to face Ron. Ron seemed uncomfortable. They were looking at each other for a while. The moment was awkward and uneasy. Hermione and Ron acted very strange towards each other after Harry defeated Lord Voldemort. After a moment, Ron stuck his hand out, and Hermione shook it.

"Congratulations, Hermione," he said, grinning. Hermione replied the grin by a flush on her cheeks.

"Thanks, Ron."

Two days ago, when she received her badge and letter that she was going to be Head Girl, she immediately showed the letter to her parents – the Dr Grangers. She was jumping up and down, heart pumping harder and faster than ever. Her parents were delighted for her, but they didn't really get what was going on. Her Mum gave her a sloppy wet kiss and her Dad just hugged her. Even though Hermione informed them about how important is being a Head Girl or Boy repeatedly, they were puzzled, as they did not know how the Wizarding world worked as it was so different to the Muggles'.

Harry, Ron and Hermione were on the platform of nine and three quarters. Family and friends of the Hogwarts students packed it full. There were a lot of cries of farewell, and, of course, laughs of encouragement for the upcoming year. That year was different, as most of the seventh years from the last year came back to have their education.

Mrs Weasley hugged Harry, Hermione, and then Ron with a big kiss on his cheek. Ron's face went scarlet and his ears were burning. Mrs Weasley then turned to Ginny, her youngest child, who was also her only daughter, and grinned from ear to ear. She leant towards Ginny and kissed her on both of her cheeks. Immediately, Ginny's face had also gone scarlet just like her brother's. She then hid behind her 'official boyfriend' – the one and only – Harry Potter. They've been together since summer, just after the defeat of the Dark Lord. Since then, they've been snogging the whole time and Ron and Hermione did get a bit annoyed with them.

"Mum! You do not have to do that now! I'm going for my Seventh year already! And Harry, Ron, and Hermione are going for their supposedly Eighth year! We are not young anymore!" she uttered. When Mrs Weasley heard it, her smile turned into a frown. Before getting Mrs Weasley more furious, Ginny continued, "But I – We really appreciate your love and care for us!"

"Well then. Off you go! The train is leaving soon!" Mrs Weasley said, shooing them off to the train. "I will see you soon! Hope you all do well for this year!"

Harry carried his hefty Hogwarts trunk on his right and on his left was Hedwig's cage. He hopped on the train without any problem. Ron went after him. Hermione supported her trunk, and held Crookshanks. Her footsteps were heavy and ponderous.

She entered the train, and saw Harry waved her to come over. Ron apparently, was there already.

Looks like he found a vacant carriage for us.

Then, she recalled. She had to go to the Heads' carriage at the front. "Sorry, Harry. I just remembered. I have to go to Heads' carriages for Professor McGonagall's instructions," she apologized, glancing at the carriages in front. "Well, you can sit with Ginny, Ron, and the others first. I think I can come around later."

"Oh, it's okay, Hermione," Harry replied and paused. "Well, I will see you soon then…"

Hermione took long length strides, finally reaching to the first carriage of the whole Hogwarts Express. She placed her trunk on the floor, and unlocked the doors. She then bent down to grab her trunk and entered the carriage.

"Good morning, Granger," greeted a familiar voice. Hermione lifted her head to make out who the person was. There, sitting next by the window, was a platinum blond, wearing a black suit. "What are you doing here?" he drawled, looking at her with a look of abhorrence.

"That's exactly what I wanted to ask you," she snapped back, starring right into his eyes. His eyes were arsenic, but in the middle, it reflected the dazzling sunlight, so it was alluring grey.

Wow. I never did realize that he has gorgeous grey eyes.

After a while, she blinked back to reality. "Granger, listen with your Muggle ears. I'm here because I'm the Head Boy," he growled, pointing to himself the whole time. "Now, tell me why you are here."

Frozen, Hermione stood there.

Her hands were like water, and her trunk's handle just slipped out of her hand. Crookshanks leapt out for Hermione's arm and settled comfortably at a spot close to him.

MALFOY IS THE HEAD BOY… MALFOY IS THE HEAD BOY? OH MY! THERE MUST BE A MISTAKE! PROFESSOR DUMBLEDORE SHOULD NEVER CHOOSE MALFOY! HE'S A TERRIBLE ROLE MODEL FOR THE FIRST YEARS, SECOND YEARS, THIRD YEARS… MUGGLE BORNS LIKE ME WILL BE IN DANGER. MUDBLOOD THIS. MUDBLOOD THAT. OH…THIS IS AWFUL.

Malfoy gave her his signature Slytherin smirk. He looked at her like he read her mind. "Oh… I know it… you are the Head Girl," he said. "You must be wondering why I'm the Head Boy… I'm not the kind like Weasley and Potter" he emphasized on Potter, and continued as if he was the pro, "Well, considering my family's social status and wealth, it will be real easy for me to get a spot as the Head Boy. But other than that, you've got to remember, you're the top of the year, but who's second? " Malfoy revealed.

"You're second in our year?" Hermione said, in total astonishment. How come I have never think of who's second in our year? And, how did Malfoy get such good grades? He isn't that clever, right?

Malfoy nodded. Hermione melted from her frozen figure. She picked up her trunk, which was lying on the floor and sat diagonally opposite Malfoy.

Crookshanks was still resting snugly up against Malfoy. Malfoy does not seem to mind and was staring blindly out of the window.

"Crookshanks, be a good boy, come over here," she ordered. The ginger cat leapt off the seat and jumped up next to Hermione. Hermione then stroked his smooth fur and opened a book - How to be Successful- and starting reading, while Malfoy was still gazing out.

After a while, the Hogwarts Express was in motion. Platform nine and three quarters were getting smaller and smaller from their sight now that they are further and further away from it. It soon made its way across the British countryside, where there were, as usual, flat grasslands and hills.

Knock. Knock.

The compartment door slid open and Professor McGonagall walked in calmly with her usual black robe with her hair bunned underneath her pointed black robe. "Good morning, Ms Granger, and Mr Malfoy. As you know, the Headmaster had chosen you to be Head Boy and Girl-"

"There must be a mistake-" Hermione stated, interrupting Professor McGonagall, still not believing what Malfoy explained to her.

"There is no mistake, Ms Granger," Professor McGonagall replied, and continued, "As I was saying… You have been specially chosen for the task of being Head Boy and Girl, so you must treat this opportunity very seriously. You will have to plan events for this school year, hold meetings for the school prefects, etcetera etcetera. You must be extremely responsible, for your every action, and also for your fellow schoolmates. I want you to show respect, responsibility, resilience, integrity, care and harmony for younger schoolmates so you can be a outstanding role model."

"This year, we hope to bring the best to everyone in school… now that Voldemort's gone. So, I hope you will do your best in every job as Head Boy and Girl in this coming year." Hermione was busy taking notes of what Professor McGonagall said. But, Malfoy, on the other hand was just looking out from the window, just listening. "Both of you will have to work together as a team. I know that both of you detest each other really bad with all those bad arguments. However, you now have to put the hatred aside and really work as an effective team. You two can bring more unity between Gryffindor and Slytherin, since they had a bad relationship since the start, you can change it. You understand me?"

Hermione nodded, still writing her notes.

Professor McGonagall eyeballed Malfoy through her glasses, waiting for his reply.

"Mr Malfoy. You understand me?" she repeated.

"Oh yes Professor McGonagall. I understand," said Malfoy, who looked like he just reappear to reality.

"Oh, and Heads, this year, we have a new occasion that is going to happen in Hogwarts. We are going to have a prom for all the seventh year students before they leave the school," Professor McGonagall explained, "You, Head Boy and Girl will have to organize this. Everything, yes, everything will be planned by you. So, please don't disappoint me." Without any protest by the Heads, Professor McGonagall continued, "This prom is going to be BIG. Bigger than any of the balls we ever had. So, put in your best efforts into planning it, and you will get the right consequences. So, do any of you have any questions so far?" she questioned.

Prom! That's a very Muggle thing to do. I watched it in the Muggle TV show and in the books. And what are the right consequences? What do she mean?

"What is prom, Professor," Malfoy inquired, with a very bemused face.

"Ehh… a prom is actually like a ball. But, it is less formal. I'm sure Ms Granger here has a very good idea of what it is." Professor McGonagall replied.

"So, these are what you will have to plan. Appropriate theme…" Professor McGonagall said while giving a glance at Draco Malfoy. "… music, food, costume, advertising, decoration in the hall… yeah, that's all. There will also be Prom King and Queen, which will in a way of voting, so you guys have to decide on that too. And, of course, Heads will have to dance for at least one dance on prom."

What? Malfoy as my first dance partner? This will totally ruin my evening! Ohhh… and I wonder if Ron will be my dance partner… it will be totally great if we become the Prom King and Queen!

Draco saw the look of horror on Hermione's face, and smirked. He knew that she is terrified… because she has to dance with him. But, this was no worrying for him, except for the fact that he has to touch that… that filthy mudblood.

They went up to their new Head dorm led by Professor McGonagall, which was located close to the Astronomy Tower, in a hidden corridor. There was a big portrait of a Knight, who kept insisting on his name as Sir Alexander. Professor McGonagall passed a piece of note with the password on them. Before she left, she told them, "Miss Granger, your room is on the right, and Mr Malfoy, yours is on the left of course."

"Password?" Sir Alexander asked.

"Periwinkle," whispered Hermione, and the portrait flung open and Hermione went through the small hole. Malfoy followed her.

In front of Hermione, was a big room with two couches and desks. The couch on her right was Gryffindor red, along with golden cushions settled in the middle; the couch on her left was Slytherin Green, along with silver cushions that were fixed casually at the sides. The desks were identical, and on top there were golden nameplates –Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy. Behind their desks were colossal bookshelves already containing books that were needed. The floor carpeted with smooth white animal fur. The room was decorated with loosely hung banners of red, golden, green and silver. In the middle of the room, was a prodigious chandelier, with its diamond shaped crystals sparkling. Hermione's big chocolate brown eyes sparkled as well. There were two hallways that led into their rooms. This room was bigger than the Gryffindor's common room and it was lovely. Hermione swivelled around and saw Malfoy just right behind her. But I will have to live with that spoilt ferret in this gorgeous room. ARGH. Draco looked at the room at disgust.

"This room is freaking damn small. Even my small dorm is bigger than this!" he noted.

Ughh. Malfoy is such a spoilt prat! He doesn't even appreciate anything! I bet their Slytherin rooms are all humongous and fancy. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"If you keep rolling the foul eyes of yours, you will not be surprised if something goes wrong with them…" he snapped. Hermione looked at him disbelievingly. She froze, and thought for a moment and -like nothing happened- said, "Rules. Malfoy, you are not to touch any of my things-"

"Who said we are going to have rules, Granger," he spat. "This is my room too. I can do anything and, or everything to it. You have no say, Mudblood. I, of course can touch anything, yes, anything in this room, including your things. But, I just don't want to, as it is yours. But you, on the other hand, cannot. I want your grimy hands off my things. Don't you dare go into my bedroom as well." Malfoy stared directly at Hermione.

Fire was spreading in Hermione's body. She was enraged. How dare Malfoy talked to her like that. She was Hermione. The smartest of the year, best friends with Harry Potter- the chosen one, and the brains of the Golden Trio who solved every mystery and defeated Lord Voldemort. A muggle like her can easily beat a pureblood like Malfoy! Who gives a shit about pureblood, halfblood, or mudblood?

"How dare you, Malfoy, speak to me like this?" the lioness roared. "Have you gone raving mad? You have no ability to talk to me like that. You think you are top of the world? I know you are the richest in this whole wizarding world, and your last name is Malfoy, but that doesn't mean that you can tell me what to do! I'm not your house elf you know." Hermione stormed into her room with tears flowing down her eyes.

She did not take notice of how her room looked like. In pitch darkness, she found her way to her brand new king-sized bed and slumped against the fluffy pillows.

Malfoy would, and will not tell me what to do! I hate this. I rather not be Head Girl when Malfoy's the Head Boy! How can he even be a Head Boy? He's a Death Eater! He's from a family that has a bad reputation… Damn! Why am I in this freaking situation? Damn you Malfoy. It's your entire fault!

She felt her eyelids getting heavier and heavier until it drooped and covered her wet, puffy eyes. Meanwhile, Malfoy was still in the Heads' common room, paralyzed. Nobody had dared to challenge him like that. He was startled by the fact that Hermione Granger, a muggle witch had just confronted him. Well, she confronted all along his Hogwarts years. The worst time was when she punched him in the Third year. But today, she did not give a damn about threatening him, but instead ran off into her room. He twitched his mouth slightly and paced back into his room, and slammed the door, tight.

He walked over to his bedroom, which was again, decorated by the Slytherin colours. There was a big Slytherin crest on the wall behind his bed. Beside his oversized bed, were another desk, but a less formal one. He placed his rich leather Hogwarts trunk at the side of the desk.

He opened his Hogwarts trunk, and rummaged through all the things the packed, and finally took out an old, shabby, worn out book. The cover of the book was lavish brown; there were marks and scratches, but it still looked opulent. Inside were his deepest secrets that weren't even shared within his best mates. He got his quill out of his rich leather bag and opened to a clean sheet and wrote-

Dear Diary,

Today is the first day of school at bloody Hogwarts, I found out that the Granger was the Head Girl, along with me. Professor McDonald said that we had to plan this stupid prom thing, where all of the seventh year will dance and have fun and yeah. I thought it was pretty idiotic. And also the fact that I had to dance with Granger. But Granger's face was full of horror when McDonald told her about dancing with me, probably she was terrified about dancing with me? But she also looked pretty excited, but I couldn't really see her face as she dug herself into her small notebook taking down notes, which is quite normal, seeing her as a bookworm. But anyways, it would be really awkward for me to work with her. She's the know-it-all muggle and I'm the Prince of Slytherin, which does not even match. I wonder why Dumblebell have to make me the Head Boy. Is it because of the fact that I'm just clever, or what? I'm not the kind like Potter, who saves the world and stuff…

Oh, and maybe Granger's right. I may be a spoilt horrible prat, but I don't really care. All I care is getting my family's fortune after my parents die. I told you that right? I just want to keep them happy but now I got this horrific Dark Mark on my forearm. I seriously want to get rid of it! I didn't even want to be a Death Eater in the first place. It's just wrong. My dad and Aunt Bellatrix forced me to do it. I shouldn't even agree to it. However, if I don't think I even have a choice…

Ah, I wonder how tomorrow's gonna be like… Granger looked so different from the last time I saw her, which was when Aunt Bella was torturing her. She looked thinner, but much healthier. Her bushy hair that was also in a mess, looked tamed, and she looked much better. I wonder why I didn't notice her beauty before… At least its better than the pug face Pansy's… AHAHAHAHA

That's all for now, Diary. See you tomorrow…

Love,

Draco

Draco then placed his quill down. He removed his black robe, and walked over to his bed. He unmade the bed and slithered into his bed. Within a few seconds, he had feel asleep, far away from the world…

Eh.. this is my first ff! Hope you will enjoy it! Please tell me anything you wanna say about this story! I love dramione a lot and if you have any ff for recommendation I will be delighted to know! :) Im really nooby at english and im actually writing so I can improve! Please also tell me if I had made any mistake! ;D Since I'm a really nooby writer, I don't think I can update really quickly and publish it... So, I am going to apologize now, Im sorry. If you are confused of what i wrote, lemme write a short summary of it - Harry, Ron, and Hermione came back to Hogwarts for a Eighth year as they were out looking for Horcruxes. Most of the seventh years are back too. Hermione has a crush on Ron. HEHEHE… Professor Dumbledore is still alive... AHAHA. Draco is not the person he seems to be... STILL. Now, he actually has a DIARY, where he shouts out his true feelings about things... I think most of the chapters will be in Hermione's POV, so yeah! :D PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW! if you guys review, hopefully I will get more inspiration and write faster? xDD love ya loads!

~alisonbooboo (;

and thanks to brokenarchangel for giving me some ideas AHAHAH