A/N: First of all a word to my two reviewers. I don't think I would publish these stories here if it didn't get any response. So yay my reviewers! :D

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Ok, on with chapter 2, my readers. My spell check is my beta now, so if you see any mistakes you can always point them out to me, so I can correct them. Also, I like the Dramione relationship to develop gradually to make it believable, so bear with me through the parts where they're fighting and all, because it will come to the romance eventually. Besides I like them fighting a bit for now :) Ok, enough with my rambling and I just let you quietly read now.

Chapter 2 Foam bubbles splash

"Granger, are you in there?"

"Yes, I just got in here, so you'll have to wait," she answered smiling.

She relaxed in the tub, which she now liked to call 'her tub', that was filled with many foam bubbles and clear, hot water. There was no way she would be getting out of this bath anytime soon. Well, at least not until her classes would begin. She wasn't going to be late for her lessons of course.

This morning she had gotten up earlier than usual, because she wanted to be sure that she was up before Malfoy. Today would be different. This time she wouldn't be the one standing outside waiting for the bathroom. Carefully she had observed Malfoy's actions and just when he was about to go to the bathroom, she had sneakily slipped in before he could.

"Have you seen my socks?" The voice of her roommate sounded behind the door.

"What kind of socks?"

"Any of my socks. I can't even find one pair."

"I haven't seen anything," she said innocently, while her smile grew wider.

After she found the dirty sock of him lying around between the pages of her valuable book, she decided she didn't want to see any more of his socks. Ever. So late last night, it had to be late since she had to wait before Malfoy was sleeping, she used a vanishing spell to make all his socks disappear. She wasn't actually sure about where she had sent his socks, but the spell surely had his effect. There wasn't a single sock of Malfoy left in the Head room.

Suddenly the door swung open and Malfoy came rushing in, looking searchingly through the room.

"Are you sure there aren't any of my socks in here?"

"Malfoy… I'm naked!" she shrieked. Luckily there were a lot of foam bubbles in her bath, that covered her up, for the most part anyway. How dared he to come in like that? He knew she was in here and still he just stormed in like it didn't matter she was nude.

"Yes, so you'd better clean this bath thoroughly when you get out. I don't want any of your filth on my skin."

"That's not the point!"

For the first time he had entered the bathroom, Malfoy looked straight right at her and a devilish grin appeared on his face.

"You really think that I would want to see your naked body? Good to see you finally found some sense of humor, Granger," he smirked.

"Could you just get out?" She flushed. She couldn't believe him and his stupid remarks.

To her relief and slight surprise, he actually listened to her and left the room. She took a deep breath to calm down. Hopefully he wasn't going to use this awkward situation as an amusing story he was going to share with all of his Slytherin friends.

All of this wasn't supposed to happen. This had to be her day to annoy him, not the other way around. He was supposed to be the one who was going to be upset and mad, not her. She just had to pull herself together and find her cool. She was going to be the one in control from now on.

Just as she started to relax again, the bathroom door swung open for a second time.

"Granger, there was a…" he started.

"Get out."

"But…"

"Get out! Get out! Get out!"

"Fine, but next time you should warn me in advance when you're having your period. I didn't think it was possible, but you're even crankier than usual."

Furiously she threw a sponge towards him, hitting the door as he left the room again. He was so annoying. How did he always exactly know how to push her buttons? It was like he had a special gift to make her angry in any given situation.

Well, he was going to pay for this. He was going to end up worse than his socks.

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She ran as fast as she could through the hallway. Her hair was a mess and her face was all red and sweaty. Her appearance however didn't matter at this moment.

She was running at such a high speed that she accidently pushed some other student, through which all the books the student was holding fell on the ground. "Sorry," she screamed, not bothering to stop and help to pick up the books. She would make it up later. Right now she just didn't have the time.

Breathing heavily, she finally arrived at the place where she had to be. Nervously she looked in the eyes of the teacher of Potions and of course – he was everywhere she went - the blonde Head Boy. Silently she took place in the only seat in the small office that wasn't taken.

"Miss Granger, how nice of you for sparing some of your valuable time to attend this meeting… even if you're fifteen minutes late," Snape stated in his usual cold tone.

"Malfoy didn't tell me you wanted to see us," Hermione explained, while she gave a deathly stare to Malfoy.

"I tried to, but you were having monthly issues."

"I'm not having monthly issues!" she protested heavily. How did he dare to imply that about her in front of a professor?

"Would you both be quiet?" Snape asked, although it sounded anything but a question, "I'm already not very pleased for having to do this, so I'd rather have this done with fast."

Hermione felt a bit relieved. If Snape had to do something he didn't like, at least it couldn't mean he was going to punish her. She knew how much he loved doing that.

"Professor Sprout is, as you know, the president of the Committee of Festivities this year. Unfortunately she had an unforeseen accident last night and while she's recovering, I'm obliged to continue her activities."

"Professor Sprout was in an accident?" she asked startled.

"Not that is any of your business, miss Granger, but apparently a very large pile of socks, coming out of nowhere, landed on her head last night, through which she fell."

Hermione was in shock. Now she knew where all the socks of Malfoy had landed. She had been so mad at Malfoy, she had used the spell without thinking. She hadn't really thought it through what would happen to the socks. Next time she had to be more careful when she was using a hex.

"Socks?" Malfoy muttered softly to himself.

"Is she all right?" Hermione inquired, partially out of concern, partially to distract Malfoy's thoughts so that he wouldn't put one and one together about the socks.

"She will be fine," The teacher of Potions answered uninterested, "In a few weeks there will be the annual ball for the seventh years. It's a tradition that the Head Girl and Head Boy will dance together to open the event."

"Is that really necessary?" Malfoy whined. For once Hermione agreed with him and she turned her head to Snape, desperately hoping he would know a way to get out of this arrangement.

"It's my opinion that all the festivities around here are unnecessary, but it's a tradition, so regrettably yes. In the next weeks you will be getting dance lessons in which Professor Trelawney will teach you two how to dance."

"Professor Trelawney?" Hermione gasped, "She knows how to dance?"

"Yes, she participated in many dance competitions before she became a teacher here," Snape handed over two written papers to them, "Here's your schedule for the dancing lessons."

Hermione studied the dates at the paper. The dance lessons were once a week in the evenings. It wasn't that often, but still every dance lesson with Malfoy and that horrible Trelawney – oh, how she despised the female professor with the ridiculously large glasses – was a lesson too many.

"And miss Granger?" Snape asked her attention.

"Yes."

"For being late and asking all these questions like a nosy miss I-want-to-know-it-all, I have no choice but to deduct 10 points from Gryffindor."

"But…" she wanted to object, say that it wasn't her fault, but she realized it was Snape she was talking to, so she spared herself the embarrassment and gave in, "Yes, professor Snape."

Unhappily she stood up from her chair and left the office. Her life only seemed to be getting worse and worse by the minute.

At least there was one thing she had to look forward to. Tonight Pansy was coming over to the Head common room to meet Malfoy and she was going to do everything in her power to ruin their date. Malfoy was going to be in for a long night.

A/N: I know, a ball. It's a cliche, but, oh well, if fitted perfectly with the storyline, so I had to put it in :) Besides I already have the other cliches (Hermione and Draco being heads, sharing a room) in this story, so I guess it doesn't really matter. I just like to give my own twists to the cliches :)

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