Disclaimer: Rowling owns Harry Potter. I could only wish I was her. haha
-FLASHBACK-
September 1, 2005 – Hogwarts' Great Hall
'Where were you, Mione? You weren't at the train?' Ron asked as he wolfishly devoured his food.
'Oh my grandparents are in town and I decided to meet up with them before I left for Hogwarts. The Headmistress consented to a special arrangement so here I am.' She improvised as she found herself in her usual seat between her two best friends.
She smiled inwardly. Technically, she wasn't lying. Her grandparents were really in town and she really did see them before she left.
She enjoyed being with her grandparents and grew closer to them as the days went. She grew even more closer to her grandfather, who was the very reason why she wasn't able to join the train ride.
Her grandfather had personally accompanied her to Hogwarts' doorstep to wish her good luck for the start of term. She sighed. She would miss him terribly.
'Mione, you alright?' Harry nudged her.
'Yes' she smiled.
'Congratulations!' He pointed at her badge. Her smile widened.
'Malfoy made head boy.' Ron pointed out across the hall. Her smile disappeared. What surprised her though was the lack of venom, he usually reversed when referring to their long time nemesis, in his tone.
Then she realized that the war paved a certain kind of understanding between themselves and their rivals.
The fact that most of the Slytherin house fought with them, despite the grief caused by betraying most of their families, was surprisingly astounding in itself.
So she understood how Ron felt. After all, its not everyday you find your enemy almost dying to save you.
'I thought it'd be you, Harry' she said.
'Come on, Hermione. McGonagall would never allow that. It wouldn't do good for the school's image when they find both heads going around snooping for new adventures.' they laughed.
'You'll just leave me then?'
'Great power comes great responsibilities.' Harry said pasting a perfectly serious expression. 'Really now? I didn't know spiderman was my best friend?' she laughed.
'Sssshhhhh don't tell Ron, he'll freak out' he hushed jokingly and they both laughed.
She looked around the room. 'Wow, quite a full house we have here'
'Yes, there are twice the usual no. of first years this year.'
She could feel a slight change from the usual atmosphere inside the great hall. It was much more lighter and merrier. Even the Slytherin table's complacently stuffy aura toned down a notch.
However, she also found that Slytherins will always be Slytherins, as Gryffindors will always be Gryffindors.
Some things never change.
November 2, 2005/ 12 pm - Head's Common Room
"Looking good, Granger.' A frazzled looking Draco Malfoy called out from the couch he was lounging on.
'Looking bad, Malfoy.' she answered as she tried to remove her intricately designed red gloves that matched her evening gown. 'I'm surprised you're even here.'
'Keeping tabs on me now?'he smirked. 'Now, why are YOU here? Didn't enjoy McDougal?' he remembered her date then frowned.
'Keeping tabs on me now?' now it was her turn to smirk.
'Oh please Granger, stop deluding yourself. Be thankful that Im even gracing you with my charming presence to console you after spending the evening prancing around with that hideous creature you call your date' he countered.
'Jealous, Malfoy?' she taunted, 'Edward is a perfect gentlemen, or at the very least, he is better than your abominable self.' she blushed as she became conscious of how striking his features were.
I didn't just think that. You, Hermione Atherton, are going crazy, she mentally berated herself.
She could't help but notice how appealing she found his slightly ruffled hair, his deviously sexy smirk, and even the tantalizing view, his relatively opened shirt, was offering.
Was Malfoy always this gorgeous?
'Granger? GRANGER?' he called, snapping his fingers in front of her.
She looked up with a start and found herself mesmerized as she stared at the swirling pools of gray and silver streaks that was his eyes.
'Cat got your tongue?' that broke her trance.
She found an amused Malfoy, sporting a cocky smirk, leaning over her. She blushed and looked down.
Wrong move.
She realized their close proximity and blushed even more.
Yes, I am indeed going crazy, she inwardly smacked herself. 'Move, Malfoy!' she tried to stand and push him out of the way.
Again. Wrong move.
Both of her hands were pressed down on his bare chest held close by his left hand, while his other hand snaked around her waist pulling her up with him and pressing her tightly to him.
'Scared, Granger?' he whispered.
She could feel his lips caressing her ears sending shivers down her spine. 'Not on your life, Malfoy..' she replied weakly, fighting the urge to moan and lean on him completely. She feebly wondered why her knees couldn't quite hold her up any longer.
He chuckled and she could feel the vibrations under her palms, which were still pressed tightly down his bare chest. She tried to move them but he tightly held them in place.
'You were always little miss goody two shoes, Granger' he whispered huskily as he released both of her hands and proceeded to pull her closer, his right arm lightly stroking her hips. The sensations evoked by his touch flooded her senses and left her in a delightful daze.
She gasped as she felt his lips nuzzling the side of her neck and felt how she strongly wanted more. Tilting her head to the side to give him better access she replied breathily, 'Im not', she closed her eyes fighting to remain coherent.
'Then prove it!' he challenged as he traced soft kisses from her neck to the side of her mouth. She was indeed flipping mad were her last thoughts before she snaked her arms around his neck, making him groan, and claimed his mouth in a searing kiss.
And proved it she did.
January 21, 2006 – Potion's Class, Snape's Dungeon
'I hate you, Granger. I honestly hate you.' a whining Draco exclaimed.
'Trust me, Malfoy. The feeling's mutual. Now, quit being a sissy and get on with it!' Hermione whispered back from behind him.
Everyone fell silent as Professor Snape swept inside the room. 'Today...and the rest of the remaining days of your miserable 7th year lives, we shall be learning the art of Healing Potions.'
Murmurs were heard all over the room. Snape raised one hand silencing them. 'I understand that most of you are planning to pursue the highly coveted Healer Internships,' at this he pointedly looked at Neville Longbottom, who was cowering behind his book, then continued, 'Rest assured, if you present me with a commendable overall performance, then I will be handing my fairly evaluated recommendation.'
'5 points from Gryffindor for reading unnecessary books in Potion's class.' Snape barked at Longbottom, and started his way back to the front of the class.
'Do it now, Malfoy!' Hermione whispered.
'I can't, Granger! You'll ruin me!'
'You know the rules, Malfoy.' she smirked evilly. 'All you have to do is concede defeat and our magically charmed deal is off.' she reminded in a singsong voice.
'I hate you!'
'Well you started this, besides if you think about it this is nothing to the shame you caused me from my last dare. Now, quit being a girl and do it now!' she demanded, kicked the back of his chair and pinched the side of his arm brutally.'aaaahhHHHHH...hheemmmm prof...Professor?' he called as he glared at a grinning Hermione.
'Yes, Mr. Malfoy?' Snape answered sharply.
Draco surveyed the entire class consisting mostly of Gryffindor and Slytherin 7th years and gulped. 'Sir? Uhhmmm I was wondering...that is...well...'
'Is there a point behind your blabbering, Mr. Malfoy?' Snape reprimanded.
'I was wondering if you could teach meanypotionsforhemorrhoids ?' he mumbled inaudibly. By this time, Hermione was already gasping to control the laughter bursting from her.
'Mr. Malfoy you aren'...'
'Sir, I was wondering if you could teach me any potions for Hemorrhoids?' Draco amended trying to avoid any eye contact, as he uncharacteristically looked down his feet and blushed.
Everyone froze. The room fell deadly silent. One could hear the clock ticking silently.
'Excuse me?' Snape started in disbelief.
Hermione started laughing and then all hell broke loose. Guffaws were heard all over the room.
Draco glared at everyone which made them laugh even more.
Snape recovered from his trance. 'I suggest you go on to the infirmary now, Mr. Malfoy'
'But sir...' Draco protested.
'AND TELL..'' Snape cut him off, ' Madam Pomphrey that I sent you with a pass.' he finished.
Draco grudgingly gathered his things as snickers were heard all around him.
He glared at Hermione. 'I'll get you for this, Granger. Just you wait!' he threatened, though it never got its desired effect as he was still blushing beet red.
Hermione snickered, 'No wonder you were quite restless...you know, sitting on that chair of yours, why just dreadful!' that earned another wave of laughter around the class.
'SILENCE!' Snape bellowed. 'YOU, Mr. Malfoy! Proceed to the infirmary!'
AN: So how was it? I still have a dozen more chapters to edit and I'm losing my motivation. Inspire me people, I really do want to finish this.