Disclaimer: I am not the almighty HP goddess, J. K. Rowling. I am just a humble fan.
Author's Note: While I will try to keep the characters in canon, please consider that this IS a fan fiction… fiction being the key word in that compound. So if something seems a bit uncharacteristic, please don't kill me! Also, if you haven't read the HP books, you're 1.) crazy, 'cause they're the best books in the world and 2.) not going to understand the following story.
The song "Right Kind of Wrong" by Leann Rimes, from the Coyote Ugly soundtrack, inspired this fic. I thought it was a very appropriate song to describe Hermione and Draco's relationship.
Chapter 1
Well, being Head Girl was interesting.
Hermione looked around her private bedroom, noting the inviting scarlet comforter on the bed and the various golden throwpillows on the chaise lounge. The desk in the corner had several sheets of parchment and three neatly placed quills lined up next to them. The house elves had placed her luggage at the foot of the armoire and chest of drawers. Everything was perfect.
Well, almost perfect.
When Hermione had received her Head Girl announcement letter over the summer, it mentioned that Terry Boot had been made Head Boy. She had been looking forward to collaborating with the intelligent Ravenclaw throughout their last year at Hogwarts. She had been so ecstatic—not only was her fear of Draco Malfoy being named Head Boy laid to rest, but she was also going to get to know someone outside of Gryffindor House.
Then she'd heard the news. Terry had been involved in a terrible Quidditch accident, and he needed serious medical attention. But, for some reason, his parents denounced any wizard healing techniques and medicine. Terry would have to recover in Muggle-style.
And, according to Dumbledore, it would be several months before he would join Hogwarts again.
That, Hermione thought, that was the very moment I knew.
She just knew Dumbledore was going to tell her that Draco Malfoy would replace Terry. And she was right.
Fast forward two weeks, and now here she was. Just standing in the doorway to her private dorm, gazing at the furniture.
So far she hadn't had to face Malfoy. She'd gotten out of the train ride by pleading with McGonagall to let her ride with Harry, Ron, and Ginny, leaving him in an empty compartment. But she would have to sit with at dinner tonight. She looked at her watch.
Fifteen minutes and counting….