DISCLAIMER- OTHER THAN DYNASTY, I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY, THEY BELONG TO THE WONDERFUL J.K. ROWLING AND I HAVE BORROWED THEM FOR THE SAKE OF A STORY, SO PLEASE, NO ONE SUE ME!

The rest of the train journey went without any events, apart from the odd bickering from Draco and Dynasty's compartment. Crabbe and Goyle had made themselves scarce, probably not wanting to get in the way. Once they arrived at the train station, Harry watched as Dynasty stopped and let Malfoy walk along on his own. She walked over to them.

'Can I get in your carriage please?'

'Of course! Is everything ok between you and Malfoy?'

'Not really! He's being a pain in the arse!'

'Maybe one of you will get chosen to be head boy or girl, while the other doesn't. Then you don't have to see him so much.' Ron suggested.

'Yeah right, knowing my luck we'd both be head boy and head girl! What a joyous year that would be!' Ron, Harry, Hermoine and Dynasty all laughed.

Soon the carriage pulled up outside the castle and he walked to the great hall. They all took their seats; Ron sat by Hermoine whilst Harry and Dynasty sat opposite each other. Finally the hall was filled and Professor Dumbledore stood up.

'Before the sorting ceremony starts, I'd like to announce this years new Head Boy and Head Girl. Head boy is Draco Malfoy.' Everyone looked over at Draco and Dynasty shuddered when she saw him puffing out his chest and acting cocky.

Whilst he had his head turn, Dynasty stole a look at Harry. He was so much softer, and much more loving and more courageous than Draco could ever be. He was also gorgeous and popular, but Dynasty sometimes wondered if that had more to do with his fame, rather than everything else about him.

'And Head Girl is…Hermoine Grainger!' Harry, Dynasty, Ron and the whole of the Gryffindor table cheered. Hermoine however looked mortified, as did Draco.

'As you know, Head Boy and Girl will perform all school duties together and makes sure the school keeps running smoothly. Now, I'll pass over to Professor McGonagall who will now be starting the sorting ceremony.'

As the first name was called out, Dynasty leant towards Hermoine.

'I'm so sorry; I was hoping it would be someone truly awful. You don't deserve to be stuck with Draco.'

'Hey, you shouldn't be saying things like that!' Ron teased.

'I know he's my boyfriend, but you'd have to be blind if you couldn't see what he was like!'

'So, you reckon you two will make up?'

'I don't know, if Draco had his way, yes.'

'And if you had your way?' Hermoine asked.

'I'd be with someone else.' Dynasty replied, looking at Harry. Ron and Hermoine looked at each other and raised their eyebrows before watching the rest of the sorting ceremony. Soon the feast had begun and everyone was laughing and joking. Soon it was time to head to their dormitories. As they walked, Draco caught up with Dynasty, Harry, Ron and Hermoine.

'Seeing as we'll be working together, I suggest we call a truce.'

'Fine.' Hermoine replied.

'Dynasty, will you come with me a minute, we need to talk.'

'I'm sorry Draco, I'm too tired. Maybe tomorrow.' Draco scowled at Dynasty before standing tall.

'Fine!' He barked.

'Oh, and Hermoine, this doesn't mean I like you!' With a quick flick of her wand and a whispered word, a spark flew from Dynasty's wand. They watched as Draco's laces tied and he fell over. They ran off laughing loudly.