Chapter 1

Authors note: this chapter starts of a little slow as i started writing it a while ago and have only just returned to it, just give it a chance

Chapter 1:

Hermione Granger lay on a blanket that she had laid on the soft green grass earlier in her families -well she supposed it was hers now- back garden as she gazed up at the endless mass of gorgeous twinkling stars that spread in front of her. She could never help but admire the sheer beauty of the night sky, it was something she had grown to love over the years, the only constant in her ever changing life.

Hermione rolled over onto her side and grabbed the book on advanced potions that she had brought out with her before, she secretly wished she could spend more time like this, under the stars, reading a book but she had to return to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for her 7th and final year. The young witch would normally spend most of her holidays dreaming about the day she would finally return to the old castle, but after the war Hermione had realised that Hogwarts wasn't the safe haven it used to be - even if Voldemort had been defeated- she knew threats lurked at every corner of the stone corridors she had thought she had known so well.

Threats like Draco Malfoy, she shuddered at the thought of his last name, he was the remaining heir of the 'Pure blood' family that had tried so desperately to defeat Harry and the rest of the Order of The Phoenix, tried to make Hermione loose the very last remains of her sanity as they tortured her in Malfoy Manor. Those were dark dark times, she always tried not to think about it but Draco's name always brought back the memories of Bellatrix straddling her with a knife in her hand and a terrifyingly hysterical glint in her eyes as she leaned down to carve mudblood into Hermiones soft forearm. Out of instinct she reached down to gently brush the scar on her left arm, it burned angrily under her touch but she couldn't find it within herself to care she had endured much worse pain than this. Deciding this topic was possibly too depressing for the night before her return to Hogwarts, Hermione turned on to better thoughts. When she went back to school, she would be Head Girl and that meant she would have more responsibility for the younger students. However it would also mean that she would no longer sleep in the gryffindor dormitory but instead in her own separate dorm that she would share with the Head Boy, whoever he was...

Normally they would inform the Head Boy and Girl as to who their counterpart would be -she had learned that from 'Hogwarts a History'- but this year they hadn't told Hermione who she would share her role with. Professor McGonagall had mentioned something about not telling her who the Head Boy would be as she didn't want her to turn down the role, Hermione could only wonder who on earth Professor thought Hermione despised enough to make her turn down the honour of being Head Girl in attempt to avoid them. Her thoughts then lead her to Harry and Ron, she hadn't written to them as much this holiday, probably because they hadn't had to plot some sort of plan to put Voldemort to rest, or that she had recently invested in a mobile phone after her Mum and Dad insisted upon using it instead of an owl, but she had still written to them. Ron had even rang her phone, bless him, but had accidentally hung up seconds letter after accidentally tapping the end call button. She giggled to herself as she remembered that call, Ron certainly wouldn't be able to survive a day in the muggle world.

She looked back at the house behind her, it felt weird to be back in her family home without her Mum and Dad, but it had been for the best and Merlin knew what could have happened to them had she not obliviated them. It still hurt to think of them but she had surrounded herself with a new family, the Weasleys, Harry, her friends at Hogwarts, Hagrid. She had built their relationships up from nothing, but there was still a big chunk of her missing, that used to be filled by her loving parents. She remembered the laughs they had shared, how close they had been, all the things they had done together and began to sob lightly.

The rocking of her body lured her into a deep slumber.

'Harry, Harry, HARRY!?, harry please wake up, please? You can't...not now, the war...the battle...Harry please' Hermionie watched as her bestfreind had his last ragged breath before her very eyes 'harry...' tears ran down her face, as a cold hand clutched her neck dragging her away from him 'HARRYYYYY...'

The scene changed and Hermione was back in Malfoy Manner, back to the memory of Bellatrix straddling her, She could hear Draco crying out to her, maybe the man did have a heart even if it was made of stone, She could feel the pain that bellatrix had caused as she dug deep into her arm, Not just physical pain but psychological pain too, but this dream was different, Draco was walking towards her, his arms outstretched. His grey orbs shone with tears, tears for Hermione's pain, he barked a few harsh words at bellatrix and she removed herself from Hermione immediately, sobbing a little as she did.

The background melted and it was her and Draco on a beach, Draco was kissing her passionately, pressing his soft hand firmly against the small of Hermione's back, he tightened her grip on her as if secretly letting her know that he would never let go. The kiss deepened as the soft ocean breeze blew Hermione's across their faces tickling their skin. They broke apart giggling as Draco lifted her into his arms and the scene changed,

she was a three year old girl on Christmas and she had just received a book by Charles Dickens and was squealing with excitement, she leant back to look at her parents but instead Draco sat there, a smug look on his face.'I knew you would like it darling'

Hermione woke with a shudder, that last dream had really freaked her out, she reminded herself to ask professor Firenze about it when she returned to Hogwarts, actually she should probably ask him about them all, perhaps maybe not the third one though. Hermione blushed a deep wine red when she remembered the dream she had about Draco, it seemed so massively wrong but so right. She mused about this as she grabbed her book and her knitted blanket before heading back inside, her tanned skin glowing in the morning light.

She jumped into the shower, attempting to wake herself up. The warm water streamed down over her curves, and flowed down into the chrome plug hole. She lathered herself in a floral scented soap and rinsed it off under the water. She really did love being able to simply forget about everything and stand in the shower with the water pouring down her body. After a few more minutes cleaning herself and singing, Hermione stepped cautiously out of the shower onto a soft shower mat and took the fluffiest towel she could find. As she dried her body, she glanced down at her legs and her soft curls, she grabbed her wand from the pocket of her sweatpants she had disgarded on the bathroom floor and preformed the hair removal spell, all the hairs just simply disappeared, to regrow in a few months when the charm wore off.

She combed her wild hair adding atleast two whole tubs of sleakezey's hair potion before continuing to brush and brush until her long hair hung in a smooth curtain around her. She summoned her cloak and uniform from her bedroom and slowly dressed herself, deciding that she, as this was her last year at hogwarts and Nobody would honestly care if she changed up how she looked, would make more of an effort than usual and so slipped on a comfy push up bra that helped support her breasts and buttoned up a crisp white shirt leaving the top few buttons open so you could easily see her ample cleavage. Hermione would normally put on a tie and tights but she chose not to, she instead pulled on a very short skirt that barely reached her thighs. She decided to apply a light layer of makeup, a little bit of mascara, a tiny shimmer of pale pink on her lips.

*

Draco had woken up earlier than usual so that he could get ready for school in time to get to platform 9 3/4 to help who ever the Head Girl was with their duties.

He stood in the main hall of Malfoy Manor gazing around him at this colossal mansion that he called home, and wondered why Professor McGonagall hadn't told him who he would be sharing his duties with, it was customary that they would tell the Head Boy and Girl who there counterpart would be but he guessed he would find out soon enough, he apparated to platform 9 3/4 and appeared next to an incredibly good looking young lady, as his vision began to clear he realised that the woman was no other than Miss Hermione Granger.

"Granger." Draco didn't want to have to start a conversation this early, especially not with the hot headed Princess of Gryffindor, He was surprised she had even come back, she probably would have been accepted for Minster of Magic had she applied. He was even more surprised that Granger hadn't simply hexed his balls off already.

"Malfoy." She replied slowly turning to face him "What are you doing here this early?" To Draco's relied Hermione didn't have even a slight hint of sarcasm or aggression in her voice.

"Oh I'm here for my duty, Professor McGonagall said I should come early to help the Head Girl, may I ask what you are doing here?"

"I'm here to meet the Head Boy and do my tasks with him,"

It was at that moment that the two young pupils realised that the other was their fellow head and they both stood in awkward silence, their eyes looking everywhere except each other. They both felt considerably stupid, at how slowly they had realised that they had met their counterpart for the year and not realised.

"Well Granger-"

"Please, call me Hermione. After all we will be spending the rest of this year together"

"Okay, well Hermione, I must say you look absolutely unreal today, and if you weren't going out with that fucking weasel I would have snatched you up and taken you to the Heads' Compartment before you could say Merlin". Shit, shit, shit Draco hadn't meant to say that last bit but it had just slipped out, it was true though, Hermione did look simply delicious and Draco was starving.

Hermione stepped closer to Draco and wrapping her arms around his waist, traced his defined abs with the very tip of her finger. Shivers ran down through Draco's body as he curiously gazed down at the beautiful young girl wrapped around him and surprisingly, he felt absolutely complete. He also felt lust, as his eyes ran down over her petite body. He pressed himself firmly against her and looked down into her chocolate orbs. Her soft lips parted and his eyes flicked up to them, just as she started to speak.

"Who said the weasel mattered to me?"

Draco could hardly believe his ears, here he was the arch-nemesis of the golden trio staring down into the eyes of their stunning third member who had just seconds ago, said that her boyfriend Weasel, didn't even matter to her. Draco could have jumped with joy, he had dreamed of this moment but never ever believed it would come true.

He took a second to compose himself before replying,

"Well then Hermione, let's not waste another second simply just talking."

He lifted her gracefully off the platform and held her protectively close to his chest, as he sauntered onto the train. He got a few curious looks off of some of the early comers who were sat in their compartments getting ready for the journey to Hogwarts. But gradually Draco realised, with every new smirking face sat behind a glass door, it wasn't a look of confusion, but smugness, pride and relief. As he got further along the train, he realised everybody had been rooting for the two to go out, at least the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, the Slytherins and Gyffindors (as per usual) didn't want to admit that their two houses had anything to do with each other.

They arrived at the Head Boy and Girl compartment, and slid onto the plush leather chairs, Hermione lay herself down, and let her skirt ride up to her hips, exposing her round arse and revealing the lacy thong that she had decided to wear earlier. She watched as Draco's lustful eyes slid down her body, his mouth opening slightly, and his eyes clouding over with pure desire as he gazed at her breasts. He practically fell over on his way to her, and started to undo the buttons on her shirt, to let her out, when Potter burst through the door.

"Mione?!"

Potter stopped dead in his tracks, as he looked amused down at the scene before him. Draco with a very obvious boner, Hermione with her bra out, Dracos hand cupping one breast slightly, Hermionie's hand down Draco's tight pants. A slight smirk played on Potter's face.

"Well, well, well, what have I stumbled upon?" He wouldn't tell Ron about it but by the looks on their faces, they both thought he would.

Before Draco could stand to hex Potter into oblivion, the world around him wavered, the image becoming blurred and randomly coloured. Maintaining an almost dreamlike quality, he could no longer hear hermiones voice as she droned on about not telling Ron. She hadn't seemed to notice how strange Draco had begun acting. The world began to spin. Draco fell to the floor. His eyes snapping shut.

He awoke with a groan, he was back in his bed sheets. The whole sodding thing had been a dream. He swore in his head, he didn't even know why he was lusting after a filthy moodblood like her, he had pansy to fulfil all his desires for him. He glanced over at the clock on his bedside table. Great, he was going to be fucking late to meet the Head Girl at the train station. He stormed out of bedroom grabbing his cloak and the rest of his uniform from his wardrobe.

"IVY?!" He shouted as he made his way downstairs, the house elf's presence always calmed him, and reminded him of Granger- 'STOP IT!' he scolded himself as his thoughts yet again lead him to the Gryffindor.

Ivy appeared almost immediately and with a very deep bow began apologising, "Sorry Master Draco, I was mending your Mother's dresses. What is it you wanted?"

Draco breathed in, redirecting his thoughts towards the day he faced.

"Ah Ivy, its fine, please can I have some pancakes, with maple syrup?"

"Of course, Master Draco. Anything else?"

"No thankyou Ivy, That's all."

Draco dismissed the elf and she disappeared with a pop. Undoubtedly to reappear in one of the Mansions many kitchens.

*

Hermione Granger stepped out of her room in her new outfit, feeling just as amazing as she looked. She knew everyone would be quite surprised that she had chosen to wear this, but fuck them, it was her last year at Hogwarts and she could dress however the fuck she wanted. She ran down stairs and grabbed her wand and Crookshank's cage off of the kitchen table, making sure to grab the little beast's food aswell.

She danced happily into the hallway still feeling amazing and apparated to platform 93/4, the dizzy sensation she usually got from apparating was over quickly, apparently quenched by the feeling of ecstasy flowing through her veins. She glanced around when her vision had finally cleared to discover the Head Boy wasn't here yet so she figured she may as well get some reading done whilst she waited for him. She stepped onto the train and made her way to the Head Compartment, Already getting her wand out to summon the Advanced Potions book that she had started reading last night. As she walked down the train many early comers in compartments were wolf whistling or staring at Hermione but she was too absorbed in her book to notice. She was just reading up on wolfsbane when she collided with something warm and solid, her hands instinctively grabbed at it to stop herself from toppling over and it grabbed her back, sweeping her off her feet. She let out a high pitched squeal as she felt her feet lifted higher into the air and looked up to thank her saviour. Finding herself looking into the stormy grey eyes of, Draco Malfoy? Merlin he looked so much better up close.

*

An irritated Draco Malfoy marched down the train towards the slytherin compartments deciding he would spend half the journey there then half the journey in the head compartments, he had his wand in one hand and was studying a deep crack in the side when a warm body collided with his, it grabbed around his waist and Draco instinctively raised the body into his arms making great care in keeping his wand in his hand. Once he'd regained his balance he looked down to see who he'd walked into and found himself staring at the girl's breasts bounce as he walked, his eyes sliding gleefully down her body to her exposed midriff over her exceptionally short skirt, that had been folded up slightly to expose a pale pink lacy thong, down to her long smooth legs. His eyes flicked up to her face and he found himself gazing into the soft brown eyes of Hermione granger. She hadn't realised it was him yet and was too busy holding on to him and her book to look up, so Draco used the time to his advantage he admired her shiny hair that fell in waves over his arm and felt a tightening in his groin as his eyes slid back down to her tits. He looked away just as Hermione's eyes flicked up to his face

"Malfoy?" She questioned in an almost greeting. Her voice had changed, it was smooth and seductive but he'd be damned if he ever told her.

"Granger, May I ask why you thought walking down a narrow passage and reading a book at the same time would be a bright idea?" His tone was cool but not at all threatening but still he felt her shift slightly in his arms with discomfort, he felt like kissing her forehead and apologising. Fucking hell what was he thinking. Why someone of his status would kiss a mud-blood like granger was beyond him. She looked bravely back up at him,

"And may I ask how you didn't notice me coming towards you unless you were doing something equally as 'bright'." He almost smiled in response, it was unusual someone challenged him and he didn't realise how much he liked it,

"Come off it Granger, you're fully aware I'm much too intelligent for that." He allowed a smirk to grace his handsome features, and winked slightly at her.

"So what were you doing then? Or did you simply just want to bump into me and carry me bridal style all the way down the train?" She smirked back. Fuck. She'd grown up over the holiday.

"You wish, I wouldn't lay a hand on your dirty body," He looked down at her expected to see hurt on her face, instead he heard a loud laugh,

"How come you're carrying me then?" Draco felt there was no viable response to that other than to put her down, and it was only now that he realised he had been carrying her in his arms for much longer than was necessary. He glanced down at her again, she didn't seem that bothered and was concentrating rather hard on keeping her skirt down. The way she bit her lip when she focused made Draco feel like his heart was on fire, how he wanted those soft lips against him. To whisper in his ear and leave trails of blazing hot kisses all over his body. As he watched her finely manicured hands tighten their grip on her skirt's hem he felt like telling her to let it ride up over her smooth curves to her thong. Fucking hell. He wanted Granger. He wanted her now. He groaned a little as he watched her perfect tits bounce as he stepped forwards down the long train.

Hermione could see him looking up and down her body, his stony eyes unreadable. But if the bulge that was pressing against her bum was anything to go off she'd say he was enjoying the view. She grabbed her skirt hem just as it was about to reveal her thong, just before her eyes flicked down to check her skirt she caught his eyes staring unabashedly down at her breasts. She could feel her shirt being pulled down slightly revealing her pink bra and even more cleavage. Draco groaned, she couldn't help but blush at the noise, she was actually quite proud that she could do this to him without laying a finger on him.

"Something the matter Draco?"She dragged out his name almost into a moan, She felt his bulge grow even bigger again and blushed a deep red.

*

"Something the matter Draco?" He could feel his cock firmly pressing her against her arse and wanted nothing more than to slide it between her thighs. The way she had said his name had made him so fucking hard, he was concentrating immensely on staring ahead of him it took him a few seconds to clock she had called him Draco and not Malfoy.

"Granger," he mumbled softly, he hated that he was lusting after a filthy mood-blood like this but she was gorgeous and her body was something that would grace his dreams for the rest of his life. But fucking hell he had to put her down before he ended up getting fully erect. He gently spun her around so she was facing forward and let his hand relieve its grip on her leg, his fingertips nimbly tracing a line up the middle of her leg and continuing up to her inner thighs. Draco was surprised she hadn't stopped him yet. He looked briefly up at her face to see her plump lips parted in an O shape and her eyes slightly closed in anticipation, maybe she wanted this as much as he did, the sight made him even harder. He wanted to pin her against the wall and make her moan his name again. He stepped forwards as she stepped back, firmly pressing herself against the wall, her arms still draped across his shoulders, her book forgotten on the floor. He stepped forwards again, now pressing himself against her body, his erection firmly pushed against her abdomen, he gazed curiously down at her parted lips wondering how they'd feel around his shaft, and leaned down to cup her face with his hand. Hermione pulled him in closer. Fuck. He hadn't expected her to respond like this. But he knew it was what he craved, what he needed. Their eyes met and it felt as if their worlds had suddenly stopped. They had become one being together, their hearts racing to the same beat, their bodies drawing closer and closer. Draco hadn't known lust like this before, it was something new, something exciting, something he desired to explore. He felt her right leg wrap around him, pulling his hips firmer against hers, he could feel the warmth coming through her thong as she got more and more aroused. They couldn't resist.

Two pairs of sinful lips crashed together at the same time, caressing one another. Licking, sucking, biting. Fucking hell she was good. Too good. If he carried on he knew he'd end up fucking her right here and now.

He had to stop himself.

Fucking hell what was he doing thinking about Granger like this when he had Pansy.

But oh fuck she was so hot.

What in Merlins name was he doing.

But he wanted to force his cock down her throat.

He whipped his hand away from the mud-blood, pulled his body off of hers. Muttered a harsh "Next time, watch where you're going Granger!" and stalked down to the slytherin compartment.

Hermione Granger was left standing confused and rather alone half way down the train she'd let that stupid prick carry her all the way down the train away from the head compartment , she knew she'd get Malfoy back but she didn't know how just quite yet. She turned her attention away from the idiot ferret to her uniform, her shirt was pulled so far down her entire bra was nearly exposed, and her skirt was folded so it barely covered her pants. She wasn't annoyed per se more confused, why Malfoy had had a reaction like that to her was dumbfounding she knew she was -what some would say blessed- but she didn't understand, Malfoy hated her and she was supposed to hate every bone in his stupid gorgeous body. She continued her lonely walk down the train, her mind completely absorbed in ways she could get 'revenge' on the cunning snake. She gradually turned her thoughts away from Draco, to whom the head boy would be. She hoped it was someone sensible or at least someone she got along with, she knew it wasn't Neville, Harry, Ron, Sheamus or Dean as she had asked them all over the holiday.

She began thumbing through her book on advanced potions again, trying to find the page she was up to before she had walked into Malfoy. Arriving at the head cabin she slid the light weight glass open and gazed at the plush velvet seats, it didn't smell vaguely musty and the table wasn't sticky at all. She sat down on the seats and immediately sunk into the soft cushion. Her instinct was to lay down and sleep, but she wanted to be alert for when she first saw the Head Boy, She reached to the table where she had placed her Advanced Potions book and began to read up on 'liquid luck'.

Okay soooo, I had a review about my poor spelling and grammar and went back through and attempted to change it all. Please please tell me if there is something you think I should change. I struggle to spot it :( Anyways I hope you enjoyed this first chapter. Love you allll xx