Different Deep Down

by AngelzGaze



"Oh gosh, look at the time!" Hermione said, looking at her watch. "It's time for the Prefect meeting! I'll be right back in a few minutes. Save my seat for me! Oh and save me something to eat also. Bye guys!" Hermione sped off.

Hermione ran across the corridor, turned the corner, and landed on the ground. She had bumped into something. Hermione looked up. She didn't bump into something. She had bumped into someone. Dazed she grabbed the hand reached out to help her.

"Thanks," she said.

"No problem," he said. Hermione instantly looked at the person she ran in to. She knew whom that voice belonged too.





Chapter Two: The Prefect Meeting



Draco Malfoy.

"You?!?!" Hermione was totally surprised. Who wouldn't be though?

"Yes, me. On the way to the Prefect meeting are you? Same here."

"Yes, I am on my way to the meeting. How do you know?"

"Well, of course the smartest student of our year would be a Prefect," answered Draco as Hermione blushed.

"Thanks." Finally both of them stepped into the compartment where the meeting took place. They took seats, Draco with the other Slytherins and Hermione with the Gryffindors, on opposite sides of the room. The Prefects waited a few minutes while others arrived.

"Ahem," coughed a Ravenclaw, Tanya Malikous. "I am your new Head Girl."

"I am your new Head Boy," announced Peter Rakion. "We'll be discussing different matters, such as a password for the Prefect's Bathroom and for our new Prefects what exactly are we suppose to do."

"So, onto the first matter, passwords. Any idea? We will take a vote after a few, ten at the most, suggestions."

"Pixie dust."

"What about dragon wings?"

"Dancing bears!"

"Butterbeer?"

"Amigos!"

"Perfidelise?"

"Smelly fingers!"

"Fluffy Sweaters?"

"Silver Roses sounds good!"

"Ensemble pour toujours." Hermione and Draco whipped around and looked each other right in the eye. Why had they suggested the exact same thing at the exact same time? And to top it off, they both had said "together forever" in French. Tanya Malikous looked at them curiously.

"Ok, so the choices are," Peter Rakion said, "pixie dust, dragon wings, dancing bears, butterbeer, amigos, perfidelise, smelly fingers, fluffy sweaters, silver roses, or ensemble pour toujours. How many in favor of...."

"Wait!" shouted a Ravenclaw. "May I ask one question?"

"Certainly," answered Peter.

"What exactly does ensemble pour toujours mean?"

"Well I think it's French and it means together something," answered Tanya.

"Forever," finished Draco and Hermione.

"That sounds good."

"Yeah, I'll bet no one guesses that!"

"I agree."

"All in favor of ensemble pour toujours raise your hand!" Everyone raised their hand.

"Great! Our new Prefect's Bathroom password is officially ensemble pour toujours! One thing done. Now everyone can go except the new Prefects." Peter and Tanya briefly explained what the Prefect's job was and all the things a Prefect should know. Finally the meeting was over and Hermione started to walk back to the compartment.

"Hermione!" Hermione turned around to see Draco. "Meet me tomorrow at the Charms Corridor at midnight." Hermione nodded and Draco turned around and left.

'Hmmmm...... I never knew we had so much in common,' Hermione thought. 'I mean we must if we suggested the same thing at the same time. He seems different. Sweeter. God no! No, no, no! This is not happening.' But she knew it was. She was developing a crush on her worst enemy, Draco Malfoy.

Hermione opened the door and to her surprise someone was sitting in her seat!



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