IM BACK! I know it seems I abandoned this story but I had majors writing block and to be honest, I lost interest. But I came across it again, re-read your reviews and knew I had to finish it for you guys! Better late than never right? So here we go….

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

Hermione sat between Ron and Harry at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, listening as they discussed in hushed tones the sneakiest way to "dispose" of Malfoy. The sorting had taken place and food filled the tables, and the bellies of the occupants. The latest plan of the boys, a "tragic" quidditch accident had just been suggested when Hermione was suddenly interrupted.

"Granger, they don't sound like they are joking! Please call your bodyguards off" the words floated through her mind in that irksome drawl.

"Awww, is the ferret scared of Potty and Weasel? She responded, making fun of his stupid nicknames for her friends. However she still turned to them and spoke aloud.

"Guys remember, if ferret dies, I will have to serve the Malfoys. I know this sucks but we can't kill him"…yet she added in her thoughts to scare the blonde haired git.

Before he could reply however, Dumbledore took his place at the front of the Hall to deliver a few last minute announcements.

"Our meal is drawing to a close but our year of magical learning is just beginning! Before we end our evening with our favourite Hogwarts song, I would like to congratulate our new Heads, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy, and remind them to meet Professor McGonagall after". Dumbledore then gave a short congratulatory clap to Hermione and Draco while the rest of the school, sans the first years and prefects looked shocked over the new appointment of Heads. After the song had been sung Hermione fought through the crowd to get to her favourite professor.

"Ah Ms. Granger, there you are" McGonagall exclaimed when Hermione finally reached her

"About time you showed up, dear" Draco sneered.

Hermione's face contorted in rage as she hissed "I am NOT your dear, got that?"

"Professor Dumbledore has informed the staff of your…situation" McGonagall interrupted, "However, that does not give you permission to antagonize the Head Girl, Mr. Malfoy. Now if you two will follow me I will show you to your Heads Quarters."

McGonagall walked ahead and Hermione followed eagerly, slowly coming to the realization that the route they were taking was extremely familiar.

"Professor…are we going to the-" Hermione started

"-library, yes" the older woman smiled, "It is a neutral location for the Head dormitory considering this year's Heads are from…disagreeable houses."

Draco snorted. Calling Slytherin and Gryffindor "disagreeable houses" was like saying Voldemort and Potter were in a "spat"…an extreme denial of the truth.

"Granger, it's your dream come true…the bookworm moves to its natural habitat!"

"Sod off Malfoy!"

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Hermione was smiling and feeling the best she had since this entire Malfoy mess had started. She was in her room. Her new Head Girl room. So much had led up to this and she could honestly say it was well worth it! The red and gold colour theme reminded her of her old dormitory in a positive way. Her wardrobe was big enough to make Ginny drool with envy. And her favourite part, a nook in the corner with two large bookshelves flanking a desk. Her books had already been put on the shelves, filling one half of one bookshelf, but she knew frequent visits to the library…right outside her portrait entrance…would fill up the rest. Smiling to herself, she went out to check the common room.

And there he stood.

"Alright honey, let's lay down the rules right now" Draco said from the side of the common room that led to his bedroom, which she could see sported the Slytherin colours.

"First off, I am not your honey…that's disgusting. Second, rules are easy. You stay out of my way, and I will stay out of yours." She retorted, hating that Malfoy was affecting her so much and causing her blood to boil. Why was he infuriating her so much? Why wasn't he just ignoring her as usual?

"But darling," he started, loving how angry his little pet names made her, "you can't ignore me forever…I am your loving, doting fiancée"

"Ha! What a joke. You don't know the meaning of the word love, ferret," she hissed, "How could you? Your father is a monster. You wouldn't know how to love someone if your life depended on it,"

With those words Draco's demeanor changed from sarcastic and laidback to cold. The sharp intake of breath he took informed Hermione she had gone too far. He took a few steps towards Hermione slowly, who in turn started to back up, already regretting what she had said.

"Don't you EVER assume you know anything about me, or my father." He whispered menacingly as he continued to advance towards her.

He raised his hand to run it through his hair and saw the terror that passed her features, and the flinch he had seen his own mother do time and again. It made him stop dead.

"Granger, I am not going to hit you" he said, shocked she would even think that. He was Draco Malfoy the Prince of Slytherin. He was cold, conniving and cunning. He tormenting those weaker than him and had a passion for anything dark. But he was NOT an abusive person. Not after what he had witnessed growing up. Not after what he had felt. Suddenly, making sure this annoying, insufferable girl knew that was important.

"Whatever Malfoy" she whispered, trying to put on a brave face. In all honestly she was terrified. After seeing Lucius hit Malfoy in her dream, she knew he must be used to that kind of treatment…but what if he thought it was normal…it was okay? She was going to have to marry this git shortly, like it or not. What if this was how he handled it?

"Granger" he repeated, " I am not going to hit you."

She turned away pleading him to leave her alone silently. Unfortunately for her, he had other plans. He walked right up to her and grabbed her chin, gently forcing her to look at him.

"Granger…I am not going to hit you."

She stared at him, for a second forgetting everything. Just searching his face, scanning his thoughts and finding herself believing every word he said.

"Besides," he continued in the same serious tone, "I wouldn't want to mess up my pretty little wife's face."

"Ahhh! You are insufferable!" she huffed, pulling her face away and stalking back into her room.

Draco smiled. She had believed him. He could see it in her eyes and hear it in her thoughts. And now, he could go back to tormenting this know-it-all who would soon be his wife. The situation sucked…it was marry his enemy or die…but at least that enemy was somewhat pretty, could hold an argument and didn't need someone to depend on.

Maybe, he thought to himself, momentarily forgetting his connection with Hermione, and her ability to hear this thoughts, maybe this won't be so bad

Done this chapter! What did you think? I know it was a little bit more serious for a bit but big things will have to happen to get these two happily together…or not? Review and let me know your thoughts!