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Thank you to anyone who read this fan fic before now and are revisiting. After around chapter 7 I got very lost and confused about what I was writing so it must have been worse for a reader knowing that my plot was going nowhere. All the chapters have been edited somehow and some newbies have been added. I haven't caught up to where I was but I'm trying through the boredom of revision to do something. Blessed be, plastic x

A/N Yes I confess I stole the title from Shakespeare and rearranged it to fit this story but I thought it represented Draco perfectly! I've tried not to make this cheesy but I fear there are some clichés that I won't have the will power to avoid! **H/D slash**

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Aboard the Hogwart's Express on their seventh and final year, Harry Potter and his closest friends, the loyal Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, were indelicately chomping their way through a packet of Bertie Botts' renowned every flavour beans and sharing exaggerated tales of woe and bliss resulting from their largely uneventful summer holiday. While the boys began changing into their Hogwarts' robes Hermione had headed off to her first meeting as Head Girl. The new Head Boy and Girl had been forced to settle their differences in a separate compartment to those they would have normally travelled in. Hermione had spent the last half an hour trying to find a single subject which she and her peer could agree on, to no avail. Having covered the small details of everyday life at Hogwarts such as the appointment of a pupil to check the school's ink supplies and discovering that some still believed muggle blood was more appropriate, Hermione felt herself incapable of further self restraint and tried to make small talk. In response, her companion began to fabricate an epic based upon his sex life with the sole intention of making Hermione squirm and entirely lose patience with him –

"Draco Malfoy, you chauvinistic, self-indulgent, immoral, slippery...ARGH!" The new Head Girl mentally cursed herself for not managing to come up with a slightly more comprehensible insult. Hermione's screeching carried down the train concluding the trivial accounts of summer holidays being relayed by other students. As she stormed, visibly smoking towards Harry and Ron's compartment, heads gawked wide-eyed at their new 'Leading Lady', further fuelling her anger. As a woman who hated failure, particularly when it favoured Slytherin, Hermione took it as a personal insult that despite her new found authority, she had been unable to wield any power over Malfoy and the entire school had witnessed it. The Slytherins sniggered when they saw Draco smugly leaning against the door, which Hermione had only seconds earlier slammed shut. His expression was one of pure bliss, they had not even arrived at Hogwarts and he was able to sincerely piss off the Gryffindor elite. In response to the glimmer in his eye, the Gryffindors hurled any curses they knew in retaliation whilst the first years hide quietly, trying to avoid drawing any attention, in their segregated compartments. Nothing ever changed.

There was an unwritten law; Gryffindors and Slytherins could never make amends.

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Very short chapter I know but I wanted to keep a short intro so I could dive straight in with the next chapter.

Love and glittering hugs Plastic x