Authors Note: Alright, so here's chapter two and I lied. I know, I know, I'm a terrible person but this chapter kind of took on a mind of its own. I promise that everything will make an apperance in the third and final chapter. As always, be sure to review with what you thought and Constructive Criticism is always appreciated!

Marmalade Fever: The events up until Fifth year are cannon with exection of Harry killing Voldemort at the department of mysteries. This is disregarding books 6 and 7 and the Trio is in their 7th year.

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Before her seventh year, Hermione had never thought that she would resent becoming Head Girl but then she hadn't thought about all the things that came with the title. She knew that if she became Head Girl she would have a lot of work to do and that she would be even busier than she was now. She really didn't resent any of that, she loved it. What she really resented was the Head Boy, Draco Malfoy. She hadn't known in her 6th year that becoming Head Girl would mean working side by side with Draco, living near Draco, she would've said 'Thanks, but no'. As it was now, she was stuck with him and his annoying, blond self for the rest of the semester.

After dinner, Hermione returned resentfully to the Head's tower and the small common room she shared Draco to work on certain projects. While she really did hate being in such close proximity to him all the time, she couldn't deny that it was a much better place to work than the Gryffindor common room and she had much easier access to the Library because, well, the entrance was in the Library.

All it took was a muttering of the password "Parchment and Quills" and the bookcase slid slowly aside revealing a set of circular stairs leading to the common room. It wasn't really anything special. It was cleaner that the Gryffindor common room, less noisy but aside from that, nothing was really different. It had a cracking fireplace, overstuffed arm chairs and circular tables. The only thing that could really distinguish it from the Gryffindor's was the fact that everything was purple and black instead of red and gold- they did have to be fair to the different houses after all.

He was sitting in Hermione's favorite seat by the fire, a sly little grin on his face.

"Malfoy," Hermione said as way of greeting.

"Granger," came the reply.

That was usually all that they ever voluntarily said to one another when they weren't working on some Head Boy and Girl business but today was different.

"I hear you've got some sort of… matching spell all made up, Granger." Hermione was startled to hear him continuing to speak but she turned and faced him none the less. His voices weren't any less hostile than it normally was but there was something else there this time. Insecurity? "And did you get a make over? It won't help you, you know." He didn't seem to be getting his usual pleasure out of taunting her either. What was wrong with him?

Choosing to look past his insult, Hermione sniffed "Yes, I have. Why do you care, Malfoy? I'd imagine that you're already all set up to marry Pansy."

"Pansy?" Draco laughed, clearly amused with Hernione. "No. Me and her? That was just fun. I mean… come on. She's…. I don't even know what she is. Can you just include me in that please?"

Warily, Hermione nodded and pulled out a questionnaire from the mountain of papers and books she was holding. "Just…just fill that out and return it to me and I'll give you a list of matches…." Who was this blond kid and what had he done with Draco Malfoy? Sure, he was still testy, rude and impatient but there seemed to be a nicer to side to this… new Draco. He wasn't insulting her like he always was, wasn't always cruel and evil. Now he was just being… sarcastic, snaky. It was strange and un-nerving.

Draco took the paper from Hermione's hand and they both retreated to their tables on opisite sides of the rom, occasionally glancing up from their work or book to ook suspiciously and questioningly at each other. After about 20 minutes, Draco stood without a word, crossed the thickly carpted room quickly and handed Hermione his questionnaire. Hermione took it from his hand, looking up from her book in order to get to work on her spell. For Draco.

She quickly begain the complex and familiar spell and nearly had a heart attack. Along the top of te sheet were the words:

Hermione Granger- Year 7- Gryffindor – 98

"No. Way." Hermione muttered eyes wide and unbelieving as she stared at the paper.

"What?!" Draco looked sharply up from the book he had been pretending to read. "What is it? Wh-who is it?"

Hermione looked at him as he stammered, unable to say anything. Clearly her spell must have made a mistake, but she knew in her heart of hearts that it hadn't.

Draco violently snatched the parchment and stared at it for a long time before looking up at Hermione with the same bewildered expression she was sure she wore herself.

"You…" he muttered, clearly unsure of what to say. Part of him looked relieved.

"Yeah…" Hermione blushed, thinking that, maybe, marring Draco wouldn't be so bad. The spell thought they were meant for each other…. So maybe they were.

"So, I guess we should get… I mean 98 is a lot and…" Draco was avoiding her eyes, blushing. Hermione had never seen him blush before. He color in his checks suited him.

"Yeah." She agreed. For a moment, Hermione wasn't sure why she sounded…eager.

"Great so that's done with." Was Draco's voice happy because he knew that he wasn't going to get the Dementor's Kiss or because he was marring Hermione. For some strange, sinking reason, Hermione felt like it was the later.

Akwardly unsure of what to say or do now, Hermione gathered up her things and muttered something about needing to get some sleep. For a second, Draco looked like he'd like to stop her from leaving, going as far as to reach out a hand but he didn't seem to be able to find the words.

"Yes?" Hermione muttered turning slowly back to face her…Draco.

"Then, Draco did something that made her drop everything she was holding. He kissed her.

Hermione's second thought was that kissing Draco was nothing like it ought to be (Her first of course was 'WTF?'). While he was undoubtedly clever and good looking and suave, Hermione always imagined that he would feel cold and slimly but that wasn't the case. This Draco was warm and pleasnt, comforting in a way. As Hermione wrapped her hands into his blond hair, she decided that there was nothing slimly about him. The last two coherent thoughts Hermione had that night was that she really must be something special to snag the coveted Draco Malfoy and that she might really, truly like Draco Malfoy.