A/N: Hope you like it. I deleted the other chapters. Please review!

I did a lot of research into the fourth book for all of this (it's my least favorite and I only read it once,) so be very proud of me! =/\_/\=

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It was at the Yule Ball when he first noticed her. Really noticed her. Noticed her as a woman, not the busy haird bookworm mudblood he'd grown accoustomed to. She was beautiful in her robes of periwinkle blue, her bushy hair tamed and tied back in an elegant knot. She held herself in a way he had never known of her. Probably because she was wrapped around the arm of Viktor Krum. When she smiled she seemed to light up the room. No, not seemed to. She did light up the room.

He remembered that night so vividly in his mind, for when she walked past, her head held high, her walk so perfectly graceful, he was rendered speachless. he could feel the jealous heat radiating from his own date, as she gaped at the newly discovered beauty. She'd always been a beauty, he just never cared enough to notice. When he thought back, he recounted how he could not take his eyes off her. Not for a moment. He also remembered how Pansy grew more and more frustrated as the night grew on.

He knew it was not only him that noticed her radience however. The whole night she recieved jealous glares from every girl, and looks of "Why hadn't I asked her?" longing, gaping, looks from his own gender. He remembered asking himself the same question. Why hadn't he asked her? And ask quickly as the tought came to his mind he violently told himself that it was because she was filty. A mudblood. Dirty in the most foul ways of wizarding kind.

At one point during the night, as he walked past them, jealously unwillingly flowing through his veins, he heard the oaf that called himself Krum call her Hermy-own. How dimwitted could one person be to not remember a name as simple as Hermione? Though he perferred calling her Granger, himself. Filthy, mudblood, Granger. He also wonderd how dimwitted she had to be for attending the only ball they'd see at Hogwarts with someone who couldn't even get her name right! He dismissed that tought quickly, almost calling himself dimwitted, for even thinking that thought. He knew, she was very bright. The top student in their class. Soon to be Head girl.

At one point, or maybe many, he couldn't be sure, he noticed Weasel glaring daggers at her. Oh, if looks could kill. He was even sure he saw them in an argument, Herm---Granger turinging and leaving not so calmly or gracefully as she had been that night. He knew that the dumb red-head boy had upset her, which for some reason, sent a pang in his stomach. She had looked so radiant, and he had stolen that. He knew it was only jealousy, because it was Weasley himself who had wanted to be with her. Had she turned him down, he wondered, smirking his own glorious smirk.

Ever since he'd recieved the news of sharing Head duties with her, his mind wandered back to that night more frequently than he thought appropriate. He was a Malfoy! Pureblooded and well respected, and she was just a muggleborn. Muggleborn?!? No, she was a filthy dirty mudblood.

He laughed leaning against his pillows, wandering what his father would say about all of this. He would not be very pleased, Draco knew, because not only was she dirty blooded, but she was the only one keeping him from having the highest marks in the class. That made Lucius hate her even more than anyother mudblood in the world, but he did not have to worry abou that just now. The sudden looks of joy coming to his face, for his father and his mother had been taking long trips all through the holidays. Not that he minded at all, the dark cold mannor seemed inviting with no one else in it.

For some unfathomable reason, Draco Malfoy could not seem to hate her anymore.

It was not because of the Yule Ball, though she had certainly exposed her beauty to him that night, and he lingered on that. He wasn't exactly sure what it was. It was almost as if something took over him when he'd recieved the news. A lurch of--happiness?--in the pit of his stomach. He could not understand why, he lothed her. With every single fiber of his being he hated her, and her dirty blood.

Maybe it was the fact that they'd have to do all their assignments togehter, a requirement of the Heads, or maybe it was that fact that he'd be sharing a common room with her this year, and that brought on the possibility of intelligent convercations. Actual intelligent conversatiosns. He had longed for that for as long as he had attended Hogwarts. His cronies Crabbe and Goyle likely couldn't even think intelligently, of course they couldn't speak it. And certainly not Pansy Parkinson. She had to be the most dimwitted of them all. All she cared about was badgering him. 'Drakey-Poo' this, and 'Drakey-Poo' that. Just the sound of her voice made him cringe, and the nickname she'd developed a liking for wasn't one of his favorites.

With all of the thoughts swarming in his head as he rested against his pillow, those of Pansy and her annoying presance, Crabbe and Goyle's obvious stupidity, and the soon to be head girl, beautiful, breath-taking Hermione, he fell fast asleep.

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She smiled as she looked at her self in the mirror. Examining her brand new school robes, which were finished of perfectly with her shining now "Head Girl" badge. This would be her last year at Hogwarts, the best year. She skipped happily over to her trunk, carefully took off her badge and wrapped it in a scarlet cloth, gently placing it in her trunk, and discarded her robes. She raced to her closet to find something sutible to wear for dinner tonite. Her parents were taking her out for dinner, to celebrate her new position, and to say their good-bye's before they actually had to say them.

Her fingers traced over her clothes, touching lightly at the fabrics when her eyes rested upon a velvet green turtleneck. Her happiness suddenly turned into a mixture of horror and anger. She had almost forgotten! How had she almost forgotten? She scornfully threw the sweater to the floor, not wanting to be reminded of him for now, and picked out a lovely red blouce insted. It fitted nicely over her forming girlishness. She blushed at the curves that had started to form in her fourth year, but were now becoming more prominent. For some reason it embarassed her.

She sighed to herself, feeling guilty about being embarassed by her body. It happed to every woman on earth, did she expect to say a pin forever? She picked up the green sweater off of the floor and held it for a while, thinking for the first time since she'd disregarded everything but her new position, about Draco Malfoy.

She wondered whether it would be half bad, sharing a common room, school assignments, and long hours of head duties together. He was a very handsome, smart, man after all. She couldn't ignore him forever. She quickly jumped up at the thought. Her cheeks flushing crimson. How could she even think such a thing? About the one and only boy who had tormented her entire exsistance. He'd called her 'mudblood' countless times, the first few making her cry, but she made herself immune to the nasty work. He'd gotten them all thrown into the Dark Forest for a detention in their first year, trying to be smug. The little bastard!

She shook her head, her bushy hair shaking around her face. No, she couln't think these things about him! It was.. Immoral! She couldn't do that to herself, Harry, the Weasleys.

Once again she carelessly tossed the sweater onto the ground, the thing that had reminded her of him, and stepped on it, as if it was his own smirking, handsome face. No, no! Not handsome, evil! She huffed at herself, what was she thinking? Without another look back at the velvet lyring on the ground she pranced down the stairs to meet her parents for their last supper of the summer holidays. She would be bording the train tomorrow, and then being escorted to her privet common rooms with the damned blonde ferret!