BLOOD

Chapter one: The blood of a fool

It was common knowledge to everybody who attended Hogwarts that the Slytherins and the Gryffindors didn't get along; no, more like hated each other. It was also common knowledge that Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy were the worst for this inter-house hatred. This knowledge that everyone possessed was becoming increasingly worrisome for Headmaster Dumbledore and he knew that drastic action would have to be taken. He called for an emergency staff meeting to be held that night in his office.

'It has come to my attention,' Dumbledore stated once everybody had been seated.

'That this little 'war' between Slytherin and Gryffindor is soon to become out of hand. Unless we step in, the younger year levels will think that it is right, which it is not.'

Dumbledore paused for effect and stared at each teacher.

'As I sat here pondering how to fix the problem I became aware of who the new Head Boy and Head Girl were.'

Some of the teachers started to see where Dumbledore was getting at and didn't like it.

'So I profess that instead of having separate Head rooms this year, we make them joint.'

The slower teachers finally caught on.

'Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy will be the stop to this terrible inter-house fight.'

Professor McGonagall looked appalled

'But Albus, if we put them together can you imagine the outrage? It would be disastrous! They have never gotten along, what makes you think it will get better if we throw them in a room together?'

Dumbledore chuckled; mainly to himself it would appear.

'Minerva, you are forgetting the power of love.'

Most of the teachers scoffed at this idea and thought Dumbledore had finally cracked it. Professor Snape spoke up.

'It seems you are forgetting who they are. A Malfoy would never love a muggle born. There are some things that you cannot change.'

The teachers all stood up and made their way to the door; before they all left Dumbledore spoke up.

'If you be so kind, Minerva, Severus, please send Mr. Malfoy and Miss Granger up here, I would like to inform them of their new living arrangements.'

Dumbledore leant back into his chair and smiled, everybody also forgot the power of love, but they would see soon.

Hermione sat at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, squashed in between Harry and Ron. She could hardly keep down her food, watching all the Gryffindor boys eat, it was animalistic. As soon as she found a man who could eat without making her sick, she would marry him. Ron reached over to retrieve a plate of potatoes in such a rush that he knocked over Hermione's pumpkin juice.

'Ronald. Is it so hard to just ask for what you want?'

Ron looked at her dumbfounded.

'Canu pash da tatoes?'

Hermione let out a mournful sigh

'Ask nicely, Ronald.'

Ron let out a grunt and turned his attention elsewhere, clearly the potatoes weren't worth so much trouble.

Hermione picked up her glass and set it upright, noticing for the first time that Professor McGonagall was walking, rather briskly, towards her.

'Hello, Professor, can I help you?'

'Come with me, Miss Granger. The Headmaster would like to speak with you.'

Hermione stood up and followed the Professor out of the Great Hall, aware of all the pairs of eyes following her out.

Draco sat at the Slytherin table in style, with the unfortunate Pansy Parkinson draped all over him. Gods she was disgusting, but she was pureblood which held a certain something. He toyed with his food pretending to listen to the conversations of the other Slytherins. He picked up his pumpkin juice and brought it to his lips, surveying all the other houses and noting how weak each and every person in the Great Hall truly was. Weak.All of them weak. None of them are as close to the Dark Lord as I am, or as power. Draco let out a bark of laughter, which Pansy noticed.

'Why are you laughing Drakkie?'

'That is no concern of yours, Pansy. I'd prefer it if you didn't question me.'

Pansy looked a bit taken back by Draco's blunt manner; he was usually quite polite towards her.

Draco shook his head. She would never learn that he didn't actually fancy her. She was just a piece of meat to him, they all were. He likened himself to the Dark Lord, only having followers, not friends. Draco subconsciously pushed Pansy off of him and moved away from her. She, of course, followed suite and ended up right where she was a minute ago.

'PANSY! When I move away, you do not follow me, OK?'

Pansy's lips turned out in a mock pout.

'But Drakkie, I love you; I don't wanna be away from you.'

Draco let out a snort of disgust and shook her off. He lifted his head to see Professor Snape billowing towards him. Draco had always liked Snape; he gave them Slytherin's special attention. And of course he was close friends with his father. But Draco knew the look on Snape's face to be a bad one even for Slytherins.

'Come with me, Draco. The Headmaster commands you to go to him.'

Draco noticed the sneer in Snape's voice and immediately stood up and followed him out of the Great Hall, loving the feeling of all eyes on him.

Hermione was sitting in Dumbledore's office, playing with her fingers. Dumbledore had not said a word since she had entered; clearly they were waiting for another guest. The door creaked behind them and Hermione swiveled in her seat to see who it was.

'Mr. Malfoy, you have finally graced us with your presence, please, take a seat.'

As much as it pained Hermione to admit it, Draco was to essence of cool. He slid into the seat without so much as a glance in Hermione's direction. Hermione studied him for a minute and realised that he was no longer the pointy, pale, sickly looking boy of eleven. He had grown up into a very good looking young man. Hermione shook her head and turned her attention back to Dumbledore.

'Now, I'm sure you both know why you're here..'

Seeing the two confused faces staring at him, Dumbledore drew to the conclusion that their heads of houses had not told them anything.

'As you are both aware, you are the Head boy and girl, am I correct?'

Both students nodded numbly.

'Well that's something. I would like to inform you that instead of having separate dormitories, you will be sharing one.'

Two jaws dropped open and Dumbledore chuckled to himself. This was going to be talked about for years to come.

A/N: So? Did you like it? I hope you did. I used to be under another name but I decided to create a new account. I will add the story from that account to this one. Please Review, Lemon and Strawberries.