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Wow, a full year stuck with Granger. How would I survive? I mused, slowly walking to my room. I plopped onto the green and black silky sheets and stared up at the ceiling of the four poster. Should I try to be good? Should I do whatever I can to mess with her? I already said I didn't want to bicker anymore... hmm. I suppose it could be good to just be cordial, seeing as I have no one here this year to talk to anyways.

I know Blaise would have told me to try and get in her pants, but he had always had the hots for that unruly brunette. I chuckled and stood up to change. I slipped off my robe and slowly undid the buttons of my shirt. I slipped the crisp white garment off, as well as my tie. I looked across my room into the mirror and eyed my impressive figure. I had finally bulked up over the summer and put on some much needed muscle. I scanned over my v-line and abs and knew that even stuck-up, virtuous Granger would drool over me now. I chuckled again. She should be so lucky to ever-

And as if she was listening to my thoughts, there was a sharp knock on the door and it swung open to reveal Granger holding a green and silver scarf. "Malfoy, this was mixed in with my belonging that had been placed in my- oh my god I'm so sorry!" She turned beet red and covered her eyes.

I rolled my eyes, unashamed of being half naked. I decided to make a quick jab at her, "Well well, I was wondering when you'd try and slither into my room. At least let me finish getting undressed," I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing as she continued to grow even more embarrassed.

"Uh what? No, no I'm here for-for-"

"Save it Granger. Just drop the scarf and get the hell out of my room!" I shouted, annoyed with her still standing there and mumbling like a child. God I almost forgot it was that dirty mudblood looking at me and not some other woman who I could have easily seduced. I would never actually try and seduce Granger you see. She repelled me in every way. But getting her embarrassed was certainly entertaining, I mused. It would be a tough decision, loathing her, living peacefully, or making her life a living hell... At this moment I still couldn't decide what I wanted. So I might as well try them all, I laughed maliciously to myself.

The Next Day

I woke to the gentle tapping noise of my owl, Night, tapping on my window. I quickly opened it and the elegant bird dropped a newspaper on the table, squawked once, and then flew out the window again. I walked over and untied the string, and unrolled the yellow parchment. I was promptly greeted with a waving picture of scarhead with his arm wrapped around a ginger girl. The title read "The Boy Who Lived Is Now Engaged!" I rolled my eyes, grabbed the paper and walked out into the dorm common area. I noticed a cup of tea on the counter and strolled over, tossing the newspaper down beside it. I could hear Granger in the shower and decided to gulp down her tea. Smirking to myself I quickly downed the warm beverage, satisfied at denying her the lovely beverage.

I decided to quickly change and head to breakfast, my first class was only starting at 11, so I could enjoy a leisurely breakfast this morning. I heard the shower turn off and exited my room just as Granger was scurrying back to her room, wrapped in a red towel. We made eye contact and her cheeks immediately turned red. He long brown coils were bouncing around her face in beautiful tendrils and to be honest, she looked lovely like this. God what was I becoming?

I sneered at her, "you're dripping everywhere, go dry off before you wreck the carpet." She bit her lip as if wanting to tell me something. "God, spit it out Granger."

"Um, I made you a cup of tea... it's just on the counter," she squeaked out before hurrying into her room before I could say anything else. I scowled, my plan of pissing her off was already failing. And why was she being nice to me?

I shook my head and walked out the portrait hole. The corridor was empty, the only noise being the gentle patter of rain against the large, stained glass windows. My head was turning over the possible reasons Granger had decided to do that simple, nice gesture. Was she trying to make up for barging in my room? Was she feeling bad for me? Did she like what she saw last night? I laughed to myself. Of course she did, how could she not. But no, that couldn't be the reason. Just because we agreed to be cordial, did not mean she actually liked me. Surly she had a motive behind this gesture.

My thoughts trailed off as I smelt the delicious smell of bacon and toast wafting out the doors of the Great Hall. Whatever her reason, I'm sure I would find out later. My stomach grumbled and I quickly sat down in the same spot as the night before, and heaped my plate full of eggs, bacon, toast with butter, and some baked beans.

About ten minutes had passed, and I had finished my first plate when I saw Granger sit down alone at the Gryfindor table. Pathetic. She helped save everyone from Voldemort and still had no friends. Suppose that serves her right for being such a stuck-up, know-it-all. I looked away from her and helped myself to some more bacon and toast. I glanced around the mostly empty meal hall, seeing that most of the room had been restored to its past beauty.

I glanced at the large hourglass on the all and sighed. Time for Transfiguration. I stood up and walked towards the entrance. Hearing footsteps right behind me, I turned my head and saw Granger with an armful of books treading behind me.

"Can't stay away from me, can you?" I drawled, sneering down at her.

"I've got class Malfoy, pissoff." She stormed past me, bumping my shoulder as she went. She seemed angrier than usual and her face had been slightly red, and her eyes puffy. Had she been crying? I wonder what for... I shook my head and kept walking. She's not my friend, I have no reason to worry about her, let alone let her annoying presence engulf my thoughts. Just keep your head down and work hard, I reminded myself. I reached the class and found it almost empty. Since this was an advanced class, it made sense that there were very few people in it. I recognized Longbottom, he was sitting beside that Loony Lovegood chick. They were pleasanty babbling away at their desks. Granger was, of course, in the front desk, pouring over her book. There were two others that I didn't recognize in the class, who were also sitting beside each other chatting. I took a seat at the back of the class and a few minutes passed before McGonagall strolled in.

"Good morning class. It's excellent to see you all again," her normally strict voice had changed to one of warmth. I suppose she had changed after the last year. Many people had, I mused. "Now for today, everyone partner up. We're going to be transfiguring a quill into a hat for our partners."

I glanced around and groaned. Everyone had partnered up except for Granger. She turned around, looking for someone and her eyes met mine. I rolled my eyes before sauntering to the front of the class and plopped down beside her. She was twirling her wand between her fingers, eyeing the two quills in front of us.

"Easy exercise," she muttered. I wasn't sure if she was just talking to herself or me. I nodded in case she was doing the latter and she flicked her wrist quickly and her quill was transformed into a sleek, black, pointed hat. Her wandless magic was impressive, I noted. Matching her movement, I wordlessly changed my quill into a matching brown hat with a large buckle and felt ribbon wrapped around it. She placed the hat on her head and turned and smiled at Longbottom. He gave her a thumbs up before shooting a glare in my direction. I rolled my eyes at him and turned back to look at the hat she had transfigured for me. I placed it on my head and McGonagall gave me a small smile. I'm glad she still sees some semblance of good in me...

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