A/N- Alrighty here we go y'all. Chapter one of the story ((: I'm going to just reiterate that I don't want to hear any whining because the story isn't canon or that the characters are OOC. Hope we can all get through this story as well as my last one. Anyways, enough chatter. On with Hermione and Draco!

Disclaimer: I wish I owned the Harry Potter world, with all my might I do, but I keep waking up and simply writing fanfiction. Awww well...

Chapter 1

September 1, 1998

Hermione was going to strangle everyone in the Weasley household.

As always, Molly had woke them early that morning so they could do their last minute packing and make it to King's Cross Station by eleven o'clock. However, Harry and Ron didn't have just last minute packing to do; they had all their packing to do. To top it off, their possessions were scattered all over the house, including in Hermione and Ginny's room.

Ginny was grouchy, naturally not being a morning person. Having Harry and Ron in and out of her room, interrupting her packing, was the icing on the cake. She finally let loose and yelled, wand waving at them, chasing them out of their shared room, threatening them with her all-too-famous bat bogey hex. Molly had stuck her head into the room five times to hurry them along, telling them that there would be no breakfast if they didn't hurry along.

Hermione had long ago carried her trunk down and was seated quietly at the table, nibbling on toast and drinking tea. She was reading a most interesting book as she ate, a wizarding novel about magical creatures that had gone extinct. Ron had come through three times begging her to help him pack his trunk, and had refused him each time, telling him he should have done what she told him the night before. The last time, he had stalked off angrily, the famous Weasley red creeping up his neck. Hermione decided that she was going to just go hide in her room until it was time to leave.

However, there was no peace to be found in her and Ginny's room either. Ginny was laying on her own bed, flipping through an old issue of Witch Weekly, looking completely bored since her trunk was packed and standing up straight in the middle of the room. When her eyes fell on Hermione, Ginny's eyes lit up with delight.

"Oooh, 'Mione, let me do your hair and makeup! I'm so bloody bored, I've already ate, and I've read this issue three times. Come on, it'll be fun." Hermione started to scrunch up her nose and make a face, but Ginny squealed at her silence.

Shoving her down into a chair, Ginny began to work her wand on Hermione's hair. Not that it needed much work these days. It was no longer dull brown or bushy, frizzy curls. During her time on the run, it had grown to past her waist, pulling the curls into manageable waves, unless styled into large curls. Her hair had also darkened considerably, from a dull mousy brown to a rich mahogany color; spending time outside this summer had brought out natural highlights of blond and auburn, making it shimmer in the right lighting. Ginny was waving her wand about Hermione's head, tiny intricate braids appearing and then all meeting in one spot to look like a crown.

Just as Ginny finished and Hermione was appreciating the style in the mirror, Molly's voice rang out loudly through the house.

"It's time to go, children. Get your trucks and rears down here, now!" Molly sounded chipper but Hermione knew that she had been dreading this day. George had thrown himself into reopening the shop he and Fred had started, saying that's what Fred would have wanted him to do. Charlie had stayed at the Burrow for a month after the Battle, but then returned to Romania. Bill and Fleur were still at Shell Cottage, not far away, but both were busy working for Gringotts. Percy had lived at the Burrow most of the summer. Just recently, he had found a flat in muggle London and ventured out on his own. Once Hermione and the other three left for school, Molly would be alone all day long.

Everyone made a mad dash down the stairs, meeting in the kitchen with their trunks. Molly fussed over them, making sure they had had enough for breakfast, before they all took hold of their trunks and turned on the spot. The five of them appeared outside King's Cross Station, in a light misting rain.

As they entered, the five of them grabbed trolleys, loading their trunks and animal cages, making travel far easier. Platform 9 3/4 was easy to find, and as soon as everyone was through the barrier, Hermione began looking for their other friends.

Harry and Ron were ever the gentlemen, loading all the trunks in a compartment while Hermione and Ginny spoke with Luna and Neville. They learned that their friends had begun dating over the summer and were quite happy together. At five minutes til eleven, Molly called them all to her side.

"Now, I want all four of you to promise me that you'll write as often as you can, no matter what. I want you all to know that I love you very much." Hermione felt a pang of sadness for her surrogate mother. As everyone else nodded, Hermione leaned forward and wrapped her arms around the woman.

"I promise to write. Thank you for everything you've done for me, for being like a mum to me over the years. I love you too." When Hermione stepped back, there were tears sliding down Molly's cheeks.

With two minutes left, Molly started shooing them towards the train, telling them they were going to be late. The foursome made sure to wave as the train pulled out of the station. Hermione kissed Ron on the cheek outside of their compartment.

"I'll be back in a bit. I have to go to the Heads Compartment." Ron wrinkled his nose but didn't say anything. Hermione started towards the opposite end of the train, waving at people she knew, tolerating stares from those she didnt. When she slid the compartment door open, a shock of white blond hair was laying on the seat. Disbelief coursed through Hermione; the Slytherin Prince himself was Head Boy. When he heard her enter, he swung his legs off the seat and onto the floor, smirking when he saw who she was.

"Well, how did I know the Head Girl would be the know-it-all Gryffindor Princess?" Hermione didnt reply, just raised an eyebrow at him. She took a seat across from him, well aware that his eyes were following her every step. As she sat and crossed her knees, she met his gaze.

"I still look the same as I did before. Curly, brown hair, brown eyes." Malfoy perused her once more before he spoke.

"I suppose it just took some Weasel lovin' for you to not dress like a grandmother." Hermione couldn't help but to sneer at him.

"What I do or don't do with Ron Weasley isn't your business. Why don't you lay back down and return to your nap?" Malfoy scoffed a little at her indignation but did as she suggested. Hermione couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he laid back down on the seat, closing his eyes.

Hermione opened the book from that morning, reading to try and pass the time. Once she realized Malfoy's breathing had become even, she glanced up and saw that he had fallen asleep. While his face was relaxed, Hermione couldn't help but study his features. His white blond hair was no longer gelled; it now fell to his eyebrows naturally. She couldn't help but want to run her fingers through it, see if it was as soft as it looked. His face had finally caught up to his features, making him look aristocratic. She hated to admit it to herself, but when he wasn't sneering, Draco Malfoy was actually quite attractive.

As she turned from Malfoy and back to her book, the compartment door slid open and Professor Flitwick walked in. Malfoy was once again jarred awake, causing him to sit up and look around. Professor Flitwick glanced at his clipboard and then looked at the pair before him.

"Good morning, Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy. I trust you are both fully aware of your duties, which include rounds, scheduling not only your own rounds but all the Prefects as well, helping Hagrid with the first years, pass out the passwords to all the common rooms and bathrooms to the Prefects, and overall, live together. Can you two handle these tasks, despite your past differences?" Hermione looked at Malfoy for a moment, just to find him looking at her. He wasn't sneering or smirking so she took that as a positive sign. Turning back to Professor Flitwick, Hermione gave him a smile.

"Yes, sir we can both do that." Professor Flitwick gave her a smile.

"I'm glad to hear that. I expect the two of you to serve an hour of rounds on the train. Other than that, you can spend your time in here or you can go to a compartment with your friends. I'll see you both at Hogwarts." Professor Flitwick turned and left the compartment, leaving Hermione and Malfoy to their own devices. Hermione stood and shoved her book into her satchel before pulling the strap over her shoulder. Disgust crossed his silvery eyes.

"Headed back to Potty and the Weasel? Don't you get tired of making sure they pass their classes?" Hermione heaved a deep sigh.

"Malfoy, don't worry where I'm going or who I'm helping. Life will be much easier that way." Malfoy gave a cynical laugh.

"Not a problem, Gryffindor Princess. However, I think they've had your name wrong all this time. Gryffindor Whore suits you better. Who else would give themselves to the two biggest heroes in the wizarding world and ask for nothing in return?" Hermione froze where she stood, watched Malfoy smile as he stood to leave. Making herself hold back her tears, she brushed past him, chin in the air, and left the compartment.

-O-

Draco watched the Head Girl's curvy form brush past him and exit the Head's Compartment, chin held high. For a moment, he almost regretted his comment to her but he brushed the stab of guilt aside. It was just Granger. He went ahead and just started his hour of rounds, deciding to get it over with.

The hour passed slowly, most people staying to their compartments and enjoying the company of friends. When Draco finally joined his compartment with Blaise and Theo, he was irritated that he had just wasted an hour of his time. Taking his seat next to Blaise, he ran his hand through his blond hair.

"Well, rounds were a waste of time. I swear, Head Boy will be worthless if it's always this boring." Theo gave a short chuckle.

"Who's Head Girl?" Draco simply raised his eyebrow.

"Granger, of course. Did you expect anyone else?" Blaise shook his head.

"Nope. I told Theo it would be the mudblood but he figured he would give the others a chance." Draco looked up sharply.

"Don't call her that. Her blood looks exactly like ours." Both Theo and Blaise looked at him with curiosity.

"Since when do we not call Granger Mudblood?" Draco cursed himself inwardly, wishing he'd never said anything.

"Since I stopped giving a shit about blood purity. Not to mention that since the Dark Lord lost the war, those who use terms such as 'mudblood ' will only be looked down upon." Both men studied Draco for a second before Blaise changed direction with the conversation.

"I saw Granger on the platform earlier. She's become downright sexy; curves in all the right places, hair's not bushy and almost touches that sexy arse of hers. Merlin, I'm not even going to continue." Draco smirked for a moment.

"Oh, she's fuckable alright. However, she still has the same attitude and know-it-all demeanor. Definitely the relationship type, which I am not. Thank Merlin." The other two boys nodded their heads, agreeing with him. The rest of the trip was spent quietly, Blaise and Theo playing wizards chest while Draco spent his time reading over his textbooks.

With just a half hour left til they reached Hogsmeade, Draco stood and pulled his robes on over his clothes, dreading helping the first years with Granger and Hagrid. However, once they pulled into the station, he did as was expected of him and started yelling at the first years (none too nicely), sending them Hagrid's way. While his friends and the rest of his house took the carriages, he crawled in the last boat with Granger and the smallest first year. He and Granger didn't exchange words, simply kept their faces forward until they got to the boat dock at the castle. As soon as they stepped into the castle, they were split up.

Draco was walking to Professor McGonagall's office when he was roughly shoved into an empty classroom, the door shut brusquely behind them. Once Draco had turned enough to see who his attackers were, he found himself just a touch surprised to see Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. Before Draco could speak, Ron shoved him roughly against the wall.

"What the fuck, Weasel? I haven't even seen the two of you to do anything to you so what brought this little encounter on?" Harry pulled Ron back as he lunged for Draco again.

""You don't have to do anything, Death Eater scum. Your kind killed my brother. Not to mention you've already started harassing Hermione." Harry held up his hand to try to diffuse the situation.

"Look, Malfoy, Ron's just being a little over exited. Don't pay attention to him. Hermione's my sister and she's been through a lot. I know you two don't get on, Malfoy, but could you please take it easy on her? It's been a rough summer for her, not to mention the whole time we were gone." Draco was quiet for a few moments, making sure Potter was finished.

"So Granger already came and cried to you, did she? The Weasel doesn't speak anymore or I guarantee her life will become a whole lot more difficult. So, Potter, you're suggesting I call a truce between Granger and myself?" Ron rolled his eyes and made a sound in the back of his throat.

"That's what he said isn't it, ferret? He asked you to go easy on her. I think it's the least you could do for the two of them since 'Mione saved your arse from Azkaban and Harry saved your dear mummy's." Draco felt a strong urge to hex the redhead in front of him but knew he would get caught as the Ginger Git would snitch on him. Instead, he shoved away from the wall as hard as he could, glaring at both men in front of him.

"When life for your precious girlfriend gets worse, Weasel, you'll only have yourself to blame. I told you not to speak again. I'm supposed to be in McGonagall's office right now, unless you want me to tell her what caught me up." Draco straightened his robes as he stalked out of the room, sure that he had put enough fear in the men to not follow him.

When he made it to the entrance to the Headmistress' office, he gave the correct password and watched the door slide open. Draco hurried up the steps, taking them two at a time, knowing he was late already. When he finally made it through the final door into Professor McGonagall's office, he was out of breath and the former Head of Gryffindor and Hermione Granger were shooting him disapproving looks. Professor McGonagall gestured to the seat next to Granger.

"Thank you for joining us, Mr. Malfoy. You are aware that you're close to ten minutes late?" Draco nodded his head.

"Yes, I am and I'm sorry, Professor. I was caught up with a couple other students that I had to convince to go to the feast." Professor McGonagall nodded after a few moments.

"Very well. Shall we get started? Your rooms and common room are located on the fifth floor, behind the portrait of the four founders. You will both have to be there the first time you enter so you will both be able to agree on a password. I have a list of passwords here to be given to all the Prefects so they may enter their common rooms and give them to everyone in their respective houses. I've also made the round schedule for the first week of school so you may duplicate that and pass it to the Prefects as well. We will meet once a month to discuss anything you feel needs taken care of or vice versa. I've also decided that rather have a Yule Ball, we'll hold a New Year's Ball so if you can start brainstorming ideas now, it will be beneficial in the long run. Do either of you have any questions?" Draco shook his head and he saw Granger do the same thing out of the corner of his eye. The aging Professor smiled at them.

"Alright then. My door is always open. Why don't you head down to the feast and I'll see you there." Draco stood and despite the conflicted way he felt for the woman in front of him, he held the door for her, just as he had been taught to do for a lady. Despite the sharp anger he felt over the fact that she had run to Potter and the Weasel, when she gave him a guarded look as she walked past him as he held the door, it hurt down deep. Just a twinge. They were halfway down the corridor when he just couldn't hold it in any longer.

"So you just had to run and tell the Dynamic Duo I called you the Gryffindor Whore, didn't you? Did you tell them to purposely start a fight or did they catch you crying?" Hermione stopped in her tracks; he had caught her by complete surprise.

"I wasn't trying to start a fight. You should know by now that I don't like having other people fight my battles for me. They didn't catch me crying, Ginny did. Then she ran and told them. How did you know any of this?" Draco didn't want to believe her but he knew she wasn't lying. He wanted to believe the worst of her but somehow, he just couldn't. He decided to be honest with her.

"Potty and the Weasel shoved me into an empty room before I could get to McGonagall's. Weasel told me I had already started in on you. Potter asked me real nice to go easy on you this year, that you've had a hard summer plus the time you three were all gone. If it had been just Potter, I may have agreed because I know what you two did for my family. Then the Weasel demanded I do it because I owed you two for not landing my mother and I in Azkaban." When Draco looked back down at her, there was a thunder head of fury building in her eyes. Before he realized what was happening, she gripped his elbow softly as she spoke.

"Thanks for telling me what happened. I'll take care of it. Those two are idiots that will never learn." Draco Malfoy watched as the only person in Hogwarts who had bested him in academics stalked off into the Great Hall, robes hugging her curves in all the right places, in search of her two friends.

-O-

Hermione took her seat next to Ron, across from Harry, with a frown on her face. Ron twined their fingers together even though he was too busy talking to Neville to notice how angry she looked. Harry, however, noticed right away.

"What's wrong, 'Mione? You look like you have a bad taste in your mouth." Ron turned to look at her at Harry's words. Hermione jerked her hand out of Ron's as she started to grind out her words.

"Malfoy just told me he had a little run in with two-thirds of the Golden Trio. It seems that the two-thirds he's referring to doesn't think that it's female member can handle herself." Ron instantly turned a bright shade of red.

"He called you the Gryffindor Whore, 'Mione. I'm not going to let him talk to you like that this year. You're my girlfriend, it's my job to protect you." Hermione let out a sound that was almost a hiss.

"Maybe you should have went about it like Harry did, asking him nicely to please lay off me. Instead, you told him that he owed me for something that I did of my own accord. I think I'll just give you the passwords now and head to my room for the night. Malfoy can pass out the rest of the passwords." Harry reached out and took her hand as she stood.

"Please, don't go, 'Mione. You already missed the Sorting Hat's song and the sorting. Don't leave when the feast has barely started." Hermione glared at the two of them as she threw Ron's hand off her again.

"I find that I'm not too hungry. Enjoy yourselves." Hermione stood and stalked toward the entrance of the Great Hall.

Hermione took the stairs to the fifth floor slowly, hoping that her anger would dissipate before she had to deal with Malfoy again. She knew she would have to wait awhile before she could even get into her room since she had to have Malfoy to set the password. If only she had kept hold of her book instead of returning it to her trunk when they reached Hogsmeade.

When she found the portrait of the four founders, she slipped into the nearest alcove and pulled her knees up to her chest. Hermione waited patiently for over half an hour before she got too antsy to sit any longer. Getting to her feet, she began to pace the long corridor slowly. When she reached the long staircase on the opposite end of the corridor that she came up, she leaned over the edge to see the view.

After a few minutes of being bored with the view, she turned and ambled back towards her common room entrance. A flicker of movement caught her eye, then the white blond hair she had grown to hate over the years. Malfoy looked to have a Slytherin witch caged in his arms against the back wall of an alcove near the founder's portrait, snogging her senseless. Hermione could feel herself blush, the color starting at her cheeks and traveling down her neck.

Hermione quickly turned her back on them, walking the other direction as quickly as she could. When she turned back the other direction, Malfoy was leaning nonchalantly against the wall next to the portrait. By the time she made her way back to Malfoy, there was a smirk on his face.

"See something you liked, Granger?" Hermione felt her face flush again.

"What you do in your spare time is your business, Malfoy." Hermione watched as what appeared to be playfulness vanish from his eyes, coldness replacing it.

"I'm sure the Weasel can't be that good at snogging. I'd teach you myself, but I see you as a relationship type and frankly, I just don't have time for that. Guess you're stuck with the inexperienced fumblings of Ron Weasley." Anger flashed through Hermione, even though it wasn't logical to let him get the best of her.

"What I do with Ron, once again, is none of your business. You're correct, however. I am the relationship type because I'm not some filthy slag. I also have standards, which I'm not quite sure you meet. Now what would you like this stupid password to be?" A look of contempt was now on Malfoy's face, but he smirked at her again before he answered.

"How about wolfsbane?" Hermione instantly thought of Remus and the words she had spoken at his funeral and her eyes watered. When she saw concern pass through Malfoy's eyes, she quickly nodded.

"Yes, that should work. Wolfsbane is fine." As soon as she agreed, the portrait swung open to reveal their common room.

Hermione had always loved the Gryffindor common room but the common room she and Malfoy would be sharing was just decadent. It was decorated in blue and silver with a plush carpet covering the whole floor. There was a window seat that looked out on the quidditch pitch, a small kitchenette, and two desks beyond the fireplace. A long leather couch and two comfortable chairs decorated the space before the fire.

Hermione moved forward, finding the loo. She and Malfoy would have to share it, but Hermione felt that if they were both mature, they could handle it. When she entered her room, she found a queen sized bed with her favorite wine red sheets and comforter, dresser, and bookshelf. Her trunk had already been delivered to her room, waiting for her at the end of her bed.

The Head Girl unpacked her things quickly, clothing to the closet, texts piled on the end of her bookshelf. Deciding that she was in need of a shower before bed, that way she could sleep just a tad later, she gathered her shower items and opened the door to head for the loo.

However, in the forty-five minutes it had taken her to peruse her room and unload her few belongongs, Draco had visited the dungeons and retrieved the Slytherin girl from before. To her insurmountable horror, the pair was naked on the sofa before the fire, Draco seated casually, hands behind his head, while the girl was riding him, bare breasts bouncing and hands clasped around his neck. When the pair heard her reach the door to the loo, both looked at her with smirks on their face. Malfoy gave her a once over again, like he'd never seen her before.

"Care to join, Granger? I know Lucy won't mind." The girl on top of him smacked him on the chest.

"It's Linda. And yes, I do care. I don't believe in sharing my men." Malfoy laughed in her face.

"When were you ever under the impression that I was your man, let alone your possession to share? I do what I want, wench." The girl stopped for a moment but then began laughing and continued. By this time, Hermione had slipped back into her room, skipping her shower completely. Slipping into her bed with just her robe on, she tried to erase what she had just seen to no avail. Dreams came to her that night, dreams of a white blond ferret.

A/N- Hmm. Changed Draco or not? Guess y'all will hafta wait and find out (: Leave me your thought...they're like chocolate and whiskey shots!

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