Disclaimer- I don't own the Harry Potter series. Unfortunately it still belongs to JKR. I still wish that at least Draco was mine. If I can't have him though, Hermione should.

Ginny and Hermione decide it was best if they kept the plan secret. Not even the guy would know. Something could go wrong and he might get angry enough to tell. They also decided to keep Hermione's new image to themselves until at least the day they went to Hogwarts. Today was the day.

Where is he? Hermione thought. Harry would be saved from the Dursleys today and Hermione wanted to be the first friend to greet him. His family had patched up a few holes after the war and they were almost close now. She was afraid he would be late again like in second year. Oh, well. He's probably going to show up somewhere, Hermione said to herself after about fifteen minutes of craning her neck over the muggle side of the wall. She was preparing to run straight into the bricks after Ginny had several minutes ago when a light hand touched her shoulder. She immediately froze from the unexpected touch.

"Is that you, Mione?" the voice said.

"Harry!" she shrieked. "You scared me to half to death. It's great to see you!" She looked around. Where was his blob of a cousin? His red-faced uncle? His toothpick aunt?

"If you're looking for my relatives, they aren't here. They say that they don't want to 'mingle with our folk.' Amazing people aren't they?" he asked.

"Has Dudley lost that weight yet?" Hermione wondered. All summer long, Harry had sent owls about how when he visited the Dursleys his cousin would be running on the treadmill. He would last about a thirty seconds and get too tired to stand any longer.

"Well, he fits through doors now. It's an improvement." Harry stated, seriously. Then they laughed. It was nice to crack jokes, however honest, with one of her oldest friends like this. "You look great Hermione. You seem more girly. Done something with your hair, I see."

They ran quickly through the wall. Not a person blinked when they reappeared on the other side.

"Actually, it was a potion. And also, I'm wearing a dress. That might be why I'm so girly." The dress she was wearing went right below her knee. It was green with thin straps.

"Have you switched to the Slytherin's side now? All that green could cause some talking and turn some heads."

"Well, Harry, if you must know, it was Gin."

"That makes sense. I think she might have a crush on one."

"What makes you think that?"

"She's been liking and wearing way too much green and silver lately. Every time I see her, she's wearing the colors."

"Maybe it's a coincidence." Hermione suggested, weakly. It was true. All signs led to this unfortunate fate. Ginny must have it bad, she thought.

"And maybe you don't want to admit the truth." Harry smiled.

"Would you really accept it? What if she's in love with one of the snakes? Will you let her be?"

"As long as she's happy." He said simply. That's how it was now with them. Harry had broke it off, but all he seemed to want lately was for Ginny to be happy. If Hermione didn't know better, she would suggest that maybe he never stopped loving her.

"Why did you leave her? You were so happy."

"I didn't think she was happy anymore. I think her feelings changed to more of a sibling thing." His voice cracked. It was obvious he didn't want to talk about it anymore when he turned away. "Let's go."

They stayed silent the as they boarded the train and found an empty compartment. When Luna and Neville joined them, they became more lively. It wasn't hard to see that they liked each other. In their heads, Harry and Hermione were formulating different plans to get them together.

"Are you Head Boy, Harry?"

"No, I'm not. Happy 'bout that too! Do you realize how hard it would be to keep up with quiddich if I were? Then where would I put time in for the extra trouble-making I always do? Someone must torture that portrait of Snape. It's the only thing of him left in that school."

"That's not very good, you know. Shouldn't you respect the dead?" Luna asked.

He shrugged, nonchalantly.

"You know, Mione, you look pretty this year." Neville stopped suddenly, realizing what he had just said. "I mean, you looked brilliant before, but now you look a lot better." He started panicking. "That's not what I meant! You look amazing now and last year was-"

"Loony, kiss Longbottom so he doesn't have to rant on about how the Mudblood looked like a old lady last year and looks hot as hell this year." Draco Malfoy drawled from the door. His comment left four people red in the face. Only Harry was red because of anger.

"That was entirely uncalled for. If Luna and Neville want to kiss, they will do it of their own accord." If it was possible, Hermione had made the two bush harder than before.

"What business do you have here Ferret?" Harry asked harshly. "If you're here to annoy us, you are wasting your time."

"Ah, but am I succeeding?" no one answered. "Thought so, Potty. Anyway-"

"You know Draco, sometimes I wish that you're head could be hit by a bunch Rackbunster Snorplops." Luna had shocked everyone at her seemingly violent statement. "Oh, please. They only make people nicer. It's like being hit in the head by daisies."

"I had my doubts before, I truly did, but now I know you really are crazy, Loony. Granger you need to follow me."

"Why would I do that, Ferret?"

"You don't have to if you don't want to. McGonagall won't be happy to hear that you don't trust the Head Boy, though. I mean we are going to be spending a lot of time together, am I right?" He turned to leave.

There were a serious of gasps. Neville actually collapsed onto the empty space next to him, out cold. Harry's eyes were practically shoving themselves out of its' sockets. Luna just stared at something only she could see, completely unaware of the others' reaction.

"Mione, it would be a smart thing to follow him. I've seen Professor McGonagall angry before and it's not a very pretty picture. I'm positive she won't be pleased if you're late before we even reach the school."

Sighing heavily, Hermione exited, looking for a boy with blond hair. She spotted him easily. For a moment, she wanted to go back inside with her friends. Maybe she could escape Malfoy for just a bit longer?

No. That is not a good example for people. I'm Head Girl. There are others who will look up to me, she thought.

He walked into through a door not far from the one she was in minutes before. She made it there in a few quick strides. If she expected anything, it wasn't this. The Ferret, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, and Gregory Goyle sat in front of her.

"I'm not sure why, but I get the feeling this is not where we're supposed to be right now?" Hermione asked.

"Well, if you weren't going, then neither would I. Why work if you're working alone." He paused for a moment. "Then again, I don't want to work with you."

"Are you kidding me, mate?" Zabini laughed. "Granger, I don't know what happened, but I wouldn't mind being in Draco's place right now. Shame, he gets all the fun."

"Ummm…." Where is your witty retort? Hermione wondered to herself, while she blushed for the millionth time that day.

"Nothing to say Granger?" Malfoy said, as if reading her mind. "What happened to all those smart remarks you used to make to us?"

"They died when I matured." She replied, smiling inwardly. It was obvious they hadn't died.

"And how well you have matured, Granger…" Blaise trailed off.

"What do you mean?" she asked innocently.

"He's hitting on you, Mudblood." Pugface/Parkinson clarified, staring at the platinum blond with undeniable interest. Ferret seemed unaware of her ogling and if he did sense it, he didn't let that show.

No more blushing! Hermione screamed to herself, but to no avail. Telling yourself not to blush is like telling yourself not to feel pain. Of course you're going to feel it. There is no way to turn off your nerves.

"Come Hermione, join us." He tried.

"I don't sit with Slytherins and I'm not sure why you would want to sit next to a mudblood."

"The war is over. We have nothing against mudbloods. They aren't as good as Purebloods, but they come close enough." Ferret said, realizing fully that he had insulted her.

Before he knew what happened, old Hermione snapped back, if only for a second, and slapped his face before he could react. When he pulled his hand away from his cheek, he was smiling.

"Can't help but touch me, can you? That's okay. I'm not sure I mind too much. You don't look half bad when you're angry, Granger."

"Then I'm going to be looking gorgeous to you soon." She felt her hands ball up in fists. She wasn't going to throw any punches, she had her self control back already. She just wouldn't be treated like this. The filthy snakes had no manners at all. Shouldn't they treat others like equal human? Now she wished she could gain the nerve to- instead of slap- make his nose bleed with an amazing swing of her arm.

"MISS GRANGER! MR. MALFOY! COME HERE THIS INSTANT! I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR ALL OF TWENTY MINUTES FOR YOU TO COME! IT SHOULD ONLY TAKE FIVE MINUTES!" The wrath of McGonagall was upon them now.


"But Professor, it wasn't my fault. You see, Granger refused to follow me. When I insisted she come, she slapped me!" He pointed at the red hand print on his face.

"That's not true! Ferret left me and I went to follow him, but he went back to his friends who started harassing me!" Hermione argued.

"You did slap me though."

"I do not care in the slightest who did what and who is to blame for such childish behavior. You should both know that I am ashamed. You cannot be civil to each other for even a day." They were about to protest but her glare was enough to quiet them. "If you continue with this, I may start to regret my choices. This is a warning. If you do not come to a truce from now until the next time I see you, detention will be held in the transfiguration classroom just for you." She warned both of them, her voice scaring both of them. This side of their headmaster was something none of them ever wanted to see again.

She stalked out of the room, leaving an almost teary Hermione and a non-caring Draco. Of course detention doesn't scare him, she thought. He probably gets it everyday.

"So, truce, then?" he asked.

Hermione nodded.

"Great. Leave." Malfoy said.

"What? Why would I do that?"

"We're not far from the school, I think. I want to change and so you should leave." he said, then he smirked. "Unless you don't want to."

"I'm going to go to Ginny for now. I'll change elsewhere." She replied, ignoring his last comment.

"If that's what you really want." He shrugged.


"You've got to be kidding me." Ginny said.

"I'm completely serious. Malfoy is Head Boy, and we have to patrol together, and we have to plan things like balls and dances and stuff like that with him. It's terrible." Hermione looked miserably at the floor. She was going to stay with her friend for as long as possible. "Let's lure him into the Forbidden Forest and let the giant spiders take him!" she exclaimed, suddenly bright.

"I really don't think that would go well with some people. I'm sure at least a few Slytherins will notice his disappearance." Ginny thought for a moment. "How about we pour poison in his pumpkin juice?"

"That's brilliant! Let's make a few more plans, though. Just in case."

"Who's death are we planning?" a familiar voice asked.

"We? You are not a part of this." Hermione spat.

"Oh, come on, We've been best friends since first year. Just forgive me." Ron said, his eyes raking over Hermione and her now visible curves.

"No. None of us forgive that easily." she replied.

"We'll see about that." moving Ginny behind him, he leaned down toward Hermione's lips.

Smack! Hermione slapped the second person of the day. "You are not doing that ever again."

"That's what you think." he sneered, walking away angrily, the two girls watching his back.

"I heard that familiar slap noise from earlier. Feeling violent today, are we, Mudblood?" Malfoy asked.

"Who said you could stick your nose into our business?" Ginny snarled.

"I never heard anyone say I couldn't." he smirked.

"Were you born smirking, because that expression just doesn't seem to come off your face." Hermione glared hard.

"I thought you said no more remarks?"

"I thought you said you would stop being annoying."

"I don't recall that." Hermione shrugged, not caring. "Remember our truce, Granger. I don't want to die yet on the hand of my teacher."

Hermione raised her eyebrows, as if saying, "Overreact, much?"

"Don't look at me like that." he said. "You were almost crying when she mentioned detention."

"I'm just going to leave you guys alone." Ginny started backing away. "Way too much sexual tension."

Their jaws dropped. They started screaming over each other to Ginny.

"WE HAVE NO SEXUAL TENSION!"

"I HATE THE FERRET!"

"MUDBLOODS ARE BELOW ME!"

"THERE WILL NEVER BE ANYTHING BETWEEN US!"

"Yeah, you keep telling yourself that." Ginny had found Hermione's perfect fake boyfriend. He wasn't stupid, he wasn't someone who's feelings really mattered to her friend- yet, and best of all, he was freaking sexy! Plus, she doubted there would be any work invovled for her. Those two would go out sometime during the year. The only thing she planned on doing was trying to speed it up. They really did have sexual tension.

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