A/N: So here is my new story. I'm having the biggest brain cramp of all time with my other one, and I refuse to just fill space on a page, so I'm stopping for a while to go on to another and maybe a more liked couple in my book of opinion. So here goes, I hope you like it.
'I can't believe the first day back could go so horridly. He just had to pick a fight. Complain, complain, complain, it's all he does! First thing at breakfast he complains that school is starting again. Well Ron, you took that train ride for a reason you dolt, what do you expect? First class he doesn't have with me, complain again. That one is because he can't cheap off of me then. Second class he complains is too hard and boring. Well, it's school, a challenge, just deal with it you twit. The rest of the day I had other classes to go to, he didn't score well enough to get into my classes, but Harry did well enough to get into potions with me. Again a complaint! Why do I put up with him? How can his life be so boring that all he has to do is complain constantly? Now I have to come back to this stupid dormitory and live with stupid Malfoy, and conduct a stupid prefect meeting, with other stupid…'
"Really Granger, could you mumble to yourself a bit lower, the smart person is trying to study over here."
Hermione had made it halfway to the staircase that led to their rooms with Malfoy decided to jump in.
"No, I will not quiet down for a baby who can't help but butt in on others thoughts. I might be thinking them out loud mind you, but you can just shove off."
"Whoa, a bit testy are we? Have a bad first day? The little boyfriends not buttering your roll often enough? Well, no reason to take it out on me Miss Know-it-all."
Hermione walked over to the couch and unceremoniously slumped down next to him. He leaned back into the couch and looked at her.
"So, are you going to tell me what happened?"
She smiled and started relaying her day to him once more, laughing at herself the whole time, realizing she may have overreacted a bit. When they were done, he went back to his homework, she pulled her feet up to the couch and started reading from her text for her own homework.
You see, during the war, true colors were shown, and Draco came out with more than the eye can see. He came to Severus Snape one late night, knowing he was an agent for good, and confided in him that he too hated the Dark Lord and his ways. He didn't understand how so many people could follow a crazed lunatic. He wanted nothing to do with getting his dark mark, and wanted to do all he could for the light. Hermione was assigned to show him the ropes in the Order. She brought him on scouting trips, stakeouts and patrols. As can be assumed, with so much quiet time on their hands, they got to know each other very well. She grew to understand why he was so bitter and mean to her all those years, and he learned what a real muggle family was like. A friendship blossomed, much to her best friends chagrin, so when they found out they were to be Head Boy and Girl this year, they were excited to be able to spend more time together.
"Time for bed I think. I'll see you in the morning." Hermione packed her things in her bag and headed up the stairs for her room.
"Night. See you before breakfast." Draco decided he might as well head up for the night too. He had been studying all evening and was exhausted. He trudged up to his room, changed into his nightclothes and pulled himself into bed.
Meanwhile, Hermione was up in her room, picking out her outfit for the next day, packing her backpack with the books she would need, making sure she had enough ink and changing for bed. She waved her wand and the candles around her room extinguished themselves.
Both were in bed, rethinking their day, their conversation, and about the year to come. Both shook their head and thought, 'What a day,' closed their eyes, and slept praying that tomorrow would be better.