Disclaimer: All of this belongs to the almighty JK Rowling, not me. I am just borrowing them, I promise to give them back!

A/N: My very first Draco/Hermione story! Yay! You better like it *growls*... You love me haha!

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Draco Malfoy was lazily walking towards his usual compartment, when suddenly, Professor McGonagall appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

"Mr. Malfoy," she said, "may I suggest, that since you are Head Boy this year, you sit in the proper compartment?"

Draco was quite taken aback by this. He wasn't aware that he had his own train compartment.

"Where is it?" he asked.

"At the very front of the train," she replied, adding, "and they most certainly are not allowed to join you," she nodded toward Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy, who were waiting for him. He turned, and slowly wandered up the train, leaving the three behind.

When he finally reached the very first compartment, he noticed that the words 'Head Boy and Girl ONLY!' were printed in large bronze letters on the door. 'I wonder who the Head Girl is.' he wondered, only to quickly contradict himself, 'Probably stupid Shit for Brains Granger.'

He silently slid the door open a sliver, just to know if he had to come up with an insult. However, who he saw was a thin young woman with sleek, honey-colored hair gazing out of the window.

"Holy shit, how did you beat out Mudblood Granger for Head Girl?" he almost laughed.

The girl quickly swiveled around, and Draco immediately became frozen.

"I didn't!" snapped a very pissed Hermione Granger. "What the hell are you doing in here, Malfoy? This compartment is for Head Girl and Boy ONLY!"

The feeling in Draco's legs had come back, and so did his hatred for Hermione. "Oh come on Granger, I swear you can be so fucking dim sometimes."

The color drained from Hermione's face. "You don't mean -" she began.

"That's right Mudblood, I'm Head Boy, isn't it wonderful?" he spat out sarcastically.

"Ah, I see you two are getting along nicely," said Professor McGonagall in a hopeful voice.

Draco and Hermione both directed their loathing glares toward her, and they were quickly turned into very forced smiles.

"Good! Well then, here are your badges," she commented, handing them their silver HB and HG pins, "and I suggest that you change into your robes soon, so that you can be ready to board your carriage. We'll be arriving in around ten minutes time." and she left swiftly.

"You heard her Granger, get out. I need to change." Draco drawled.

"She didn't say 'let's all listen to Malfoy' asshole, she said that WE needed to change, and I think that since I was here first, I should be given the compartment to change in first." she snapped.

"I'm not budging, so I think you'd better change your perspective on what McGonagall said." Draco unbuttoned the first button on his shirt.

"Okay! Holy shit don't start changing in front of me!" she yelled, grabbing her robes hurriedly and rushing out of the compartment, slamming the door behind her.

She began checking the compartments to find an empty one, but she had no luck. Finally, she came upon two familiar people, one with jet-black hair and the other with flaming red hair.

"Harry! Ron!" she exclaimed, a smile lighting up her face. Both seventeen year-olds looked up, but neither of them seemed to recognize her.

"Erm... 'Mione?" Ron asked.

"Oh my God, Ron, it hasn't been THAT long has it?" she giggled.

"You really look... er... different," Harry replied.

"Yeah," Ron added.

"Alright then," she murmured, "but I have a question. Can I change in here? I mean, I know you guys usually don't mind since I've changed in front of you before, but Malfoy is changing in the Head Boy and Girl compartment."

"Malfoy's Head Boy?" Harry questioned, and at the same time -

"Sure, we don't mind if you change," Ron responded, as his pupils widened, and his ears turned bright pink.

"Yeah, it really sucks too," she replied, bringing her sweater up over her head, as Harry and Ron both quickly became engrossed in their card game. However, Harry had to continuously nudge Ron to keep him from staring at Hermione as she pulled the gray Hogwarts skirt over her hips.

After she was fully clad in the Hogwarts uniform, with the silver HG badge glinting on her chest, she gave Harry and Ron warm hugs (Ron's face turning bright red, of course), and set off for the Head Boy/Girl compartment.

The door was still closed so she decided to knock; after all, it would be horrible to walk in on a half-naked Malfoy. (*A/n: OH MY GOD! What is she thinking?!*).

"You can come in now," was the only response to her knock. As she slid open the door, Draco was pulling his shirt down, and Hermione stole a glimpse of very well toned abs. She felt heat rising to her cheeks.

"People tend to say 'come in' when they are fully dressed, you know," she muttered.

Draco shot her a worried look. "Shit, Granger, I'd figured you'd seen a guy without his shirt on before. You worry me sometimes, you know that?," he said rudely.

"Shove off, Malfoy," she snapped, and the rest of their journey to Hogwarts was in complete silence.