Hey all! Sorry this took awhile! I just moved into college and its been crazy! It may be awhile again before I update, but enjoy this chapter while you got it :) Please review, I love reviews!

The next morning Draco made his way down to breakfast feeling particularly furious. This was going to be a hard enough year as it was, trying to prove himself to the Dark Lord. The last thing he needed was stupid know-it-all Granger to deal with.

He entered the Great Hall careful not to look in her direction. Not only did they have to share a common area, but they had opened their bathroom doors at the same time only to find that they had to share that too. Luckily they had both been fully clothed, he thought disgustedly.

He sat at the table beside Pansy who immediately turned and started stroking his hair.

"Drakie where were you last night?" she asked in a whiny voice. He had never particularly cared for Pansy. She was whiny and way to clingy. He allowed her to hang on him cause he got a few hook ups a week out of it, but she had never meant anything special to him.

"I have a new dorm now, for Head Boy and Girl," he answered angrily.

"Who's Head Girl?" Blaise asked serving himself some eggs.

"Fucking Granger, that's who," Draco spat disgustedly.

Blaise groaned and said, "Bloody hell."

Pansy made a disgusted face and said, "Don't touch her Draco, she's gross."

"I wouldn't go near that filthy Mudblood, if my life depended on it," he snarled, glancing across the room. To his surprise, he locked gazes with none other than Hermione. She was looking intently in his direction, but looked away quickly. He froze when she looked at him, but shook himself and turned back to his breakfast.

Meanwhile across the room at the Gryffindor table, Hermione had been talking with Harry, Ron, and Ginny.

"So who's Head Boy?" Ginny asked eagerly when Hermione sat down. She sighed angrily before replying through gritted teeth.

"Malfoy."

Ron's mouth dropped, Harry nearly spit out his cereal, and Ginny gasped.

"What the bloody hell are they thinking, making him Head Boy?" Ron exclaimed.

"That's just what I said," Hermione replied.

"Hang on Hermione," Harry said worriedly, "Is that why you didn't come back to the common room last night? Did he do something to you?"

"No Harry," she said, "I didn't return because the Head Boy and Girl have their own dormitory."

"Wait? You share a room with him?" Ginny asked looking flabbergasted.

"No! Eww no! We just share a common room! We have our own bedrooms!" Hermione exclaimed shaking her head and scooping oatmeal into her bowl.

"Good, you scared me!" Ginny said.

"Well he called me a Mudblood last night so we are already not off to a good start," she said glancing in his direction.

He was sitting with Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini griping on about something. She figured it was probably her. His hair fell lazily into his eyes and he moved his hands with an almost tantalizing fluidity. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help noticing the smooth skin of his pale face and hands and how it seemed to glow in the light of the hall. His features had become strong and defined over the years and she had never really noticed how very handsome he was. She simply stared at him.

All of a sudden his eyes were staring back at hers. For a second she held his gaze intently, but looked away shaking her head.

"So you'll still come spend time with us right?" Ginny asked as Hermione took a bite of egg, trying to cast the sight of Malfoy from her mind.

"Of course! I plan to do all my work in Gryffindor tower. The less time I spend near him, the better."

When they had finished breakfast they made their way towards the hall to head down to Potions, the first class of the day and year. Ginny waved goodbye at the door, as she had Transfiguration.

"Crap!" Hermione cried as they reached the stairs to the dungeon, "I left my potions book upstairs."

"Calm down, you have twenty minutes, I'm sure you can make it there and back," Rom said looking at her with his usual look of confusion he got when she started worrying about school too much.

"Yes you're right," she said still looking flustered.

"We'll cover for you, just hurry," Harry said.

"Thanks," she called, already making her way across the hall. She pushed past students as she made her way to the stairs.

Running along an upper corridor, Hermione felt a stitch in her side and she had to slow to a fast walk. She could hear uneven footfalls behind her as she approached the turn just before her dormitory. When she casually turned to see who it was, she was disgusted to discover it was Malfoy strutting along at a fairly quick pace behind her, not looking up.

She knew it shouldn't anger her. He probably had a legitimate reason for following her. What was she saying? Of course he didn't, he was Malfoy!

She turned the corner and stopped, listening to him approaching. When he turned the corner, she rounded on him, causing him to jump in surprise, but as soon as he saw who had stopped him he rolled his eyes and smirked.

Time for some fun, he thought.

"What the hell?" she said exasperatedly.

"Whatever do you mean, Granger," he asked sneering at her as he walked past her towards their dorm.

"Why are you following me and also why the hell were you staring at me in the hall?" she demanded running after him.

He laughed as she followed him into the common room.

"Contrary to popular belief Granger," he said turning to face her with a pompous smirk on his face, "The world does not revolve around you. I have a perfectly good reason to be walking the halls that has nothing to do with you."

"Oh? And what is that Malfoy?" she spat.

He froze. His smirk faltered a bit and for a moment he was afraid. Afraid? Malfoys aren't afraid. Not of anything. He simply didn't want her to find out about his task.

Shit, now I can't skip class, he thought.

He looked at her, composing himself with his trademark smirk, and said confidently, "That's none of your business Granger."

"Whatever Malfoy as long as you aren't fucking Parkinson in the common room, I don't care what you do."

"Oh really?" he said walking towards her a bit with his hands in his pockets, "because your next point about the staring in the Great Hall? I believe I could ask you the same question."

"What are you implying?" she exclaimed, backing away from him.

"I don't know Granger. You're the one who brought up me fucking Parkinson and staring at me in the Hall. If I didn't know better, I'd say someone is a bit jealous of Parkinson, I'd say someone has a crush."

She stared at him in disgust and shook her head before replying.

"You revolting, pompous, arrogant, git! You'd have to be completely out of your mind to think I'd ever have a...a...ugh! A crush on you!"

"Hey Granger I'm not saying I like the idea. In fact it's wretched. The thought of you...ugh!"

And with that he stopped because a rather unpleasant image of himself and Granger in a lip lock had come into his mind and he could not at all understand why his heart began to beat a bit faster. He felt his face turning pink.

That never happens! he thought, what is wrong with you Draco?

Luckily Hermione had not noticed and had instead turned making her way to her room.

Now I'll definitely be late, shit!

With one last look over her shoulder she spat, "I hate you Malfoy. You are an asshole and an idiot. If you thought any differently you are sorely mistaken."

"Trust me Granger, the feeling's mutual."

And with that she swept into her room, retrieved her potions book, and did not bother waiting to walk to class with him.

He stood there in the common room watching her go and decided he should go to class to avoid suspicion. He grabbed his books and headed down the halls with an odd feeling in the pit of his stomach and the image of Hermione still swimming in his head.

There it is :) please review! Hope you loved it!