Content in Contempt

By: Liz

Summary:

Hermione and Draco were, well, you know, not exactly what you would call "friends". They didn't get along. Actually, you could probably go as far as to say they were enemies. Mortal enemies. Leave them in the same room together and it would be like fireworks on the 4th of July (In America, of course. No one in England celebrates anything on the 4th of July; that would just be silly). It was unbearable, for them AND the people around them. Not that they made a point of seeing each other enough to actually fight nonstop, but when they DID see each other, it was bad. People ran for cover, sheltered their children, and called in the National Guard. OK, maybe it wasn't THAT bad, but nonetheless, it wasn't exactly fun for anyone. But what happens when they are forced to live and work together as Head Boy and Girl? Will they wind up killing each other, or will they find some way to cooperate? Will they ever get along? These questions and more shall be answered if only you keep reading!

Hermione was at her home in the suburbs of London. She was doing some last-minute packing, getting every last thing she needed for Hogwarts together. She was excited beyond belief. She couldn't wait. This was her 7th and final year at her second home, the year of Hermione. She wasn't going to let anything get in her way of success, and of course, fun. You see, over the summer she spent a lot of time with her cousin, Scarlet, who is a total goth and bad girl.

Hermione learned a thing or two about having fun and letting loose. And since she was head girl, she would have her own dorm (shared with the head boy, of course) and THAT meant she could have all her friends over for parties and such. What made this year even better was the fact that Scarlet, who is of a legal drinking age, offered to buy Hermione as much booze as she needs.

Obviously Hermione didn't tell her muggle cousin about her "big secret," she simply set up a P.O. Box in Hogsmead (they had them for muggle born children at Hogwarts whose parents refused to use owls). The cool thing about the P.O. boxes was that they were kind of like Swiss Banks. You could put anything in there, no questions asked. The staff often had no clue what was being sent to the kids, figuring that the professors at Hogwarts did a good enough job keeping prohibited items out, or at least dishing out decent punishment for those in possession of prohibited items.

Aside from all the fun Hermione was planning on having, she was determined to shake her "bookworm" status. She got a whole new wardrobe, and a new attitude to match. Why else would she be OK with underage drinking, and in school no less? Anyway, her clothes and her attitude were cool now, and she wasn't going to rest until everyone else was convinced as well. She also was determined to lose her virginity. She was so sick of being the prude little bookworm. She wanted this to be her craziest, sexiest, most wild year ever.

Suddenly she heard her mother's voice tearing through her subconscious thoughts.
"Hermione dear," she shouted. "HERMIONE"
"Sorry mom," Hermione replied, "what is it"
"It's time to go dear, you don't want to be late for the train."
"Alright, alright, I'm coming, just chill"

Hermione couldn't wait to get away from her house. She loved her parents, of course, but they were such a pain in the ass, she was looking forward to having some freedom. As she stepped into the car, she had a fleeting thought. This year is going to be amazing, and I'm not letting ANYONE stop me.

Draco was in his castle (Malfoy Manor) somewhere in the English countryside. He was getting the last of his things together for his final year at that stupid school. FINALLY he was getting out of there, just one more year. Unfortunately he had been awarded the position of Head Boy, meaning more work and responsibilities he had no intention of carrying out. He would speak with McGonagall as soon as he got to school about stepping down from his position.

After this year he planned on doing what he had secretly dreamed about for his whole life – write. No one knew of this secret desire, because it showed a softer, more emotional side of Draco, the side everyone tried to claim was there, but without proof. He had always liked to write, since he was a young boy, but he knew his father would never understand. Malfoys didn't write, they worked for the dark lord, they made sure "mudbloods" were extinguished. They were fearsome, and awesomely powerful. They didn't do anything that involved anything close to emotions, so activities such as writing, acting, and playing music were out of the question. They were men; men who knew their place, and made sure everyone else knew theirs.

Draco was sure he'd be disowned if his loathsome father ever found out his true desire. For a while he had given up hope on ever becoming a writer, knowing there was no way around his destiny: to join the ranks of the death eaters and serve the dark lord to the best of his ability, following in Lucius' footsteps. Certainly he would never be able to explain to his father that he simply didn't want to become a death eater, that he thought it was stupid to follow a crazed lunatic, a half blood at that.

Thankfully for Draco, it didn't even come to that. Over the summer Potter and his stupid friends found all the Horcruxes and managed to destroy Voldemort. Lucius was put in Azkaban for his involvement, and Narcissa stayed locked up in her room all the time, a result no doubt of losing her husband. She never cared very much for her son, so she didn't mind at all that he was alone in the large, empty manor all the time.

Draco finished packing the last of his belongings and checked the time. He had an hour before he had to on the train. He called the house elves to carry his trunk and other baggage, and made his way to the carriage waiting for him outside. As he stepped in, he had one thought, Hopefully this year will be fairly painless, though I doubt it, with Potter and his delightful minions there to spoil all the fun.

A/N: This is my first story ever, written purely out of boredom. I kind of like the idea of it though. I've always liked being clever, sarcastic, and witty in my writing, and with this it's just so easy.

Don't get too attached to this story, because one day I might decide to stop writing it. I have no plan or direction for this work of literature, except for what's mentioned in the summary.

Feel free to review, or not. I'd love to know what you think of it though. If you have any ideas, let me know. If I like it enough, I might consider using it. If I use your idea, I'll give you credit for it.

Oh and please let me know if I make grammar/spelling errors. It's one of my pet peeves, but I don't have a proofreader (I think you call them betas?) so I'll do my best, but things might slip in once in a while. Thanks for taking your time to read this bullshit :)

Graciously Yours,

Elizabeth Harriette