Disclaimer: Everything, but the plot, belongs to JK Rowling. Pairing: Draco/Hermione Summary: It's cliché. Both Head Boy/Girl. Funny story, romantic story. Read please. Chapter 2 The Great Hall was crowded and noisy with anticipation of what was going to happen next. Professor Dumbledore began his speech, like he always did. Hermione looked at Harry and Ron, who were sitting across from her. She caught Harry's eyes. Hermione rolled her golden brown eyes and mouth "boring". "Amen," Harry whispered back, grinning. All of a sudden the wise Headmaster called out Hermione's name. "Hermione Granger, please come to the front." Hermione stood up and made her way up to the front of the Great Hall. "Miss Hermione Granger is the Head for this year." There was applause. Then, a sinking feeling hit had Harry. He knew what was coming; the next name. "Mr. Draco Malfoy," Harry turned around and saw Draco get up and make his way to the staff's table, "is our Head Boy." Harry felt even sicker. To know that Hermione would be sleeping near that twit made Harry want to vomit. It was true; Hermione and Draco shared the same Common Room. It was for the Head Boy and only. There was the small Common Room and a girl's room with the boy's room parallel to hers. Harry looked up at Hermione; she ever so softly hugged Professor Dumbledore, trying to not break his fragile body. He moved his glance over to Draco who was glaring at Hermione. At that instance, Harry felt like charging up there and beating the living snot out of the pureblood. Applause filled the Great Hall, and Harry joined in. Hermione plopped down in front of Harry and Ron. "Whew, that was embarrassing." She had had the same feeling as Harry had while she was standing up in front of everyone. Being this near Draco Malfoy made Hermione want to gag. She'd rather sleep with the nastiest, snottiest troll of all time than to be even across the room from Malfoy. After dinner, the trio walked down the hall toward the Gryffindor Tower. Hermione stopped. "I've got to go this way." She jerked to head to the right. "I don't want to leave you guys." She looked down the stairway to her left and then the hallway to her right. She looked back at her two associates. "Well, I'm going to go ahead and go. I want to beat Malfoy." "Yeah, so do I," intermittent Ron. Hermione let out a small giggle. "I want to beat Malfoy there so I can get to sleep without even thinking he is near me. So, yes. Good night to the both of you." "'Night Hermione," the boys said in almost unison. Hermione turned and began walking down the cold hall. She turned around to see Harry waiting a moment before he turned and joined Ron, who was already walking on to the Common Room. When she got to the door she sighed. "Well," she told herself, "here goes nothing." She opened it, stepped inside, and quietly closed the door behind her. She took a look around. There was a shelf of books to her left and across from where she was standing there was a lit fireplace. There were a few small chairs, a long light-brown leather couch, two different desks with chairs, and a coffee table in front of the couch, which was facing the fireplace. She also noticed another door, next to the fireplace. "It's about time you showed up, Granger," said a cool voice. Hermione jumped. It had taken her by surprise, but then she realized, to her unfortunate eyes, that it was only Malfoy. He sat up on the couch and looked at her. "Oh, shut up, Malfoy," she began. She walked over to the desk nearest her room. She slid her hand on the cherry oak writing table. She stopped and bent over looking at all of the quills and parchment there was. There was even a spot to have about five or six books placed neatly. "Bloody hell, Granger," Malfoy sneered, "it's a desk." Hermione grew angry. She could feel her face turning red with anger. How she hated Malfoy and his stupid self. She glanced over her should to the clock above the fireplace. Nine fifteen. She noticed that Malfoy had sat all the way up, facing the fireplace. His hair glistened in the firelight. Probably too much gel... Hermione snickered to herself. Hermione started to walk to the door next to the fireplace. She slid off her robe and placed it on a comfortable looking chair, next to the couch. She straightened out her skirt and sweater. "What's in here?" she asked to no one in particular. But seeing as how only she and Malfoy, she supposed it was, sadly, directed to Malfoy. "The loo." Malfoy answered back coldly. "Okay, where is mine?" She had reached the door and was planning on opening it, but, since it apparently wasn't hers, she stepped a few feet back. She looked at Draco. Draco glanced up at her. "That is yours." He rolled his eyes. "Alright then, where's is yours?" "What is this? Twenty questions? That's mine. It's ours. We share it." "What? I thought there were two separate bathrooms." "Yes, well, I thought the same. Surprising though, I never thought I'd think the same as a Mudblood." Hermione grew extremely infuriated with that word, and Draco knew it. She clenched her fists and counted to ten in her head. One...two....must kill Malfoy....three....don't call me a Mudblood....four. Draco got up and stood in front of her. "Why's your face so red?" He looked down at her. Her mangy hair was in her red face. She shook her head and moved the hair out of her way. He noticed that she had grown a few inches herself. He could smell her perfume. He knew what it was, Love Spell. It made him weak in the knees. Her face had become more ladylike; she was turning into a attractive young woman. She had the cute little mouth that he wanted to take into his own. What am I thinking? This is a Mudblood. It's Granger. He informed himself. Her warm, cinnamon brown eyes met with his cool, gray eyes. "Quit looking at me like that." She turned her back to him. He whisked himself back to reality. "Like what? Why would I want to look at you anyways?" he snapped. "There's nothing to look at. Not even a blind boy would look at you." Wrong thing to say, Draco. He told himself. "God thanks a lot Malfoy." Her voice was shaky and on the verge of tears. She turned to him. "You ignorant git." The next thing they both knew, she slapped him across his face. Her hand stung, as did his face, but she didn't show it and neither did he. Malfoy's weren't permitted to show any signs of pain, but Draco felt the pain. It was a hard strike and he dissevered it. He opened his eyes to see her slamming the door to the bathroom. Rubbing his face, he heard the lock click. His ears heard her crying. "She is so emotional and dramatic," he whispered to himself before tapping the door. "Hey, I've got to pee." There was no reply. "No, I'm serious Mud- Granger. I really, really need to you the bathroom." There was still no answer. Hermione sat on the toilet with her face buried in her hands. "Go away," she finally riposted. "No, I need to you get out of the bathroom," said the voice from the other side of the door. She stood up and moved to the large mirror above the sink, wiping the tears from her eyes and face. She took off her sweater revealing her baby blue tank top undershirt. She flattened out her skirt and took her shoes off. She took the ponytail holder off her wrist and put up her scruffy hair in a bun. After a while the door opened. Out stepping a sexy looking Hermione Granger. Draco gaped, mouth open a bit. "The bathroom is all yours." She stepped in front of him. "Excuse me." She took a step around him, but dropped a shoe. They both went down to pick it up. They banged heads. "Ouch, Malfoy, move your ego out of the way." Draco grabbed her shoe standing up. She stood up also. He smiled at her witty comment. She was right though. He did have an ego, and he was damn proud. "Sorry, I'll try next time." He looked at her slender neck. He moved his eyes down across her shoulders. His eyes wondered all over her skin was milky white. Oh how he wanted to run his hands down her arms and pulled her up to him. He wanted to smell the Love Spell she was wearing. How ironic, he contemplated; her perfume is named Love Spell. It sure as hell works. He took another smell of the fragrance. "Can I please have my shoe back?" She stood with arms crossed, placing her weight on her right leg. He mused a moment and snapped "Um, no." Hermione rolled her eyes and sighed deeply. "Draco," she paused, "seriously, I'm not in the mood for this. Can I please have my shoe back?" She left out her right hand. Malfoy stood there looking in her eyes, darting back and forth from one to the other. She called me 'Draco', that's never happened before. She said it so wonderfully. She made it sound so hot. Before he knew it, a small smile had crawled upon his face. "What are you smiling at?" Hermione asked. "What?" he shook off the face. "I wasn't smiling and if it was, it certainly wasn't at you or about you." "I give up, Malfoy! I give up! Keep the damn shoe!" She turned and walked into the room with her name on it. "Good day!" She looked at Draco and slammed the door. Draco stood there for a moment, surprise a bit, turned and sat back down on the couch. He smirked. "She forgot her sweater. She dropped that too. And three...two...one." Hermione's door flew open. She stomped her way out and over to the bathroom door. She stopped and looked around. Draco held up her pullover, "Looking for this?" he questioned. She looked over at the couch and saw her sweater in the air. She walked over to him. She hesitated before she took it, just in case he wanted to play games again. She rolled her eyes and reached for the sweater. She grabbed it. "There," Draco stated, "you happy now?" "No," Hermione complied. She turned and headed back to her room. "Don't I get a good night kiss?" Draco asked calmly on the outside, but nervous and anxious on the inside. Hermione stopped and pondered. "No." Sighing, she left her enemy to wonder in his thoughts as she went to her room and went to sleep. Draco heaved, "Playing hard to get; I see how it is. Stupid Granger." He stretched as he stood up to go to his room. He walked over to the door and rubbed his hand over the name plate on the door. Draco Malfoy

Head Boy The gold plated sign read. Next to his name was the Slytherin symbol. The whole Malfoy family tree had been a Slytherin; from his Dad to his Great- Great-Great-Great Grandfather. He was proud to be a Slytherin, but not too proud to be a Malfoy. If his dad ever heard his say that, he would be beat into next Tuesday. Draco's "Dad" wasn't the greatest dad in the whole, surprisingly enough. He was mean, cruel, powerful, emotionless, and thought of Draco as pathetic. According to Draco, his dad wasn't even his dad, he was his master. He never really called him "Dad" or "Father", it was always by his first name. A name Draco despised: Lucius. Draco was Lucius's "Mini- Me." He and Draco were exactly alike, except for a few omissions. Draco wasn't as cruel as Lucius, Draco wasn't mean. Well, not all the time anyways... Draco wasn't an Eater, but mostly of all Draco actually was able to stand to be close to a certain Mudblood.