Hey everybody! This is my first fanfic in a loooong time. I hope you like it, and I welcome any and all reviews and critiques. :)

I don't own anything in the Harry Potter universe, except for my many posters and my bedspread (don't mind me, I'm just fangirling out over here). All characters and basically everything worthwhile belong to J.K. Rowling, that magical genius.

Enjoy!

She stiffened at his touch, frightened by what was coming. She was helpless; with her arms wrenched painfully behind her back and her face pressed against the wall, his freehand roamed her body. She trembled and a single tear slid down her cheek as his hand crept lower, stopping on her hips with his fingertips dipped under the waistband of her skirt. She felt him breathe in the scent of her hair, and he moaned and pressed himself harder against her back.

She felt him nibble at her neck and lick his way down to the exposed skin on her shoulder, his hand drawing lazy circles on her hip. Testing his grip, she pulled at her arms, but he had them firmly in one hand, pinned between their bodies. She couldn't escape him; she was trapped against the wall by his strong, hard body. The stone wall was cold and ruthless beneath her, and as it scratched her face, she tried to remember how it had come to this.

Two Months Earlier

"Hermione! Wait up!"

Hermione let out an annoyed huff, but she slowed and watched as Ron and Harry stumbled across the corridor to catch up with her. She was almost late for her meeting with Professor McGonagall, and she didn't really have the time to sit around and wait for them. The school year hadn't even started yet, and she was already getting frazzled. She reached up to smooth her hair as she continued to walk. Her face was flushed from the exertion of running, and she was overheating walking so slowly. They finally caught up, and Hermione reverted back to her quickened pace.

"Oi! What's the rush?" Ron managed to blurt out between exhausted breaths. He and Harry struggled to maintain stride with her.

Hermione released an exasperated sigh at her friends. "Ronald, Professor McGonagall wants to see me, and if I don't hurry, I won't make it on time! Can we talk later?"

"Harry has another meeting with Dumbledore," Ron sounded dejected. He tugged at his shirt uncomfortably. "Are you going to be in the common room after dinner?"

As they turned a corner, Hermione dropped her annoyed tone and smiled at Ron and Harry. "I think that's what McGonagall wants to talk to me about. I'm fairly certain I'm going to be Head Girl! So you probably won't see me tonight since I'll have loads to do and a new common room…" She trailed off, thrilled at the potential for more study sessions where she could concentrate.

Harry whooped in excitement and beamed at her. "Hooray, Hermione Granger, Head Girl! Alright then, we'll just catch up tomorrow. Dumbledore wanted to see me anyway." Hermione flashed a grin at them, but Ron looked grumpy and left out.

"I'll let you know all the details!" Hermione paused, smiled and briefly hugged her friends, then sprinted toward McGonagall's office. She felt a smidgen of remorse for being so short with her friends. She loved Harry and Ron, but she was going to be late! Hermione was never late for anything!

She was nearing the office, and she was grateful that there were few students in the halls. Dumbledore had requested the Golden Trio come early so he could prepare them for the coming year. Dumbledore was most interested in talking to Harry, but there were a few things here and there for Hermione and Ron to do.

She rounded another corner. Why did Hogwarts have to be so blasted huge? But she sensed that she was almost there and sprinted up a flight of stairs. At the top, she smacked right into a hard body. As she closed her eyes and prepared to fall instantly back down the stairs, she felt an arm snake around her waist, spinning her away from the stairwell and preventing her from falling. Her eyes flew open, ready to thank her savior, when she saw a shock of white-blonde hair and a pair of stormy gray eyes.

"What a clumsy oaf you are, Granger." Draco's voice made her skin crawl. "I'm curious, is it a common trait of mudbloods to be lumbering trolls, or is it just you?"

Hermione rolled her eyes and pushed his arm away from her from her small frame. As she started to move around him, he sneered at her and moved into her path. She didn't have time for his derision or his games. "Get out of my way, Malfoy, I'm busy."

"Too busy for Head Boy?" Draco asked innocently, a cruel smile played on his lips and distorted his almost-handsome face. Hermione's stomach dropped at his words. She had known it was a possibility, but had been holding out hope that it would be someone, anyone else.

"Tsk tsk, Granger. Respect your superiors. So rude." He snickered as her face grew pale, and slowly stalked toward her, raking his eyes up and down her body. She had filled out over the summer, and though she didn't know it, she was definitely beautiful now. Her hair was no longer bushy and unmanageable, but smooth, shiny and perfectly wavy. She had discovered a new love for running, and though her hips were still curvy, her legs and bum had rounded out with muscle. She was long and lean, with pale ivory skin that accentuated her brown eyes.

She didn't like the way he was looking at her. This was different than previous years. She shifted uncomfortably, aware of how trapped she was. As he advanced on her and into her personal space, she contemplated running back down the stairs. He paused, towering over her and looking down at her face, his eyes darkening to a frightening shade of dark gray. After what felt like a lifetime, she saw something shift in his eyes, and he laughed sadistically in her face and backed up. "Disgusting mudblood," he spat out. "You're late. McGonagall is waiting for you."

Hermione moaned in irritation and pushed past him, sprinting away through another corridor, eager to put distance between them. What was that? She contemplated their strange interaction, confused at what had happened. For a moment, she was genuinely afraid that he was going to assault her, but he was just mocking her? What kind of game was he playing? A few minutes later, she finally found herself in front of her destination.

She knocked softly, tried to slow down her breathing, and entered when she heard the professor's crisp voice beckoning her inside.

"Ms. Granger, I trust that you understand how precious my time is. Please don't be late again."

"I'm so sorry, I ran into a few…hiccups along the way," Hermione stuttered out while seating herself across from McGonagall's large oak desk. Professor McGonagall dismissed Hermione's apology with a wave of her hand and leaned back against her chair. She studied Hermione from behind her spectacles. "Do you know why I asked you to meet me here?"

Hermione remained silent, waiting for the Professor to elaborate. Despite learning that Malfoy was Head Boy, she was still excited to hear what she knew Professor McGonagall was going to say.

"As I'm sure you've guessed, you have been selected to be Head Girl, Ms. Granger." Hermione struggled to listen closely as she was given instructions on her new role, directions to her new dorms, and she laughed out loud when she found out the password. She could only imagine Malfoy's face when he heard how wonderfully ridiculous it was.

By the time she was dismissed to go settle into her new room, Hermione was in a great mood. As she made her way through Hogwarts and found her new rooms, she had forgotten all about her strange meeting with her new roommate, and had decided that this year was going to be good. She looked at the grizzled wizard that was seated calmly in his portrait, and she smiled.

"Bumbleshoot," she said with a suppressed giggle. The wizard smiled, and the portrait swung away to reveal a passageway. She steeled herself and walked through the hall into her new common room.