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A/N: I'm back. *insert screams of horror*. I hope you all liked the last chapter. I am hoping I can write the next few chapters a bit fast, but most likely, since I want them to be long and juicy they will take time, and lots of it. Anyways. Who else is excited about summer? I would say that I am, but just today it snowed a couple inches where I live. Blah I want the cold weather to be over. By the way; I know it's cliched and everything for them to both be Head Boy and Girl, but I swear it's inevitable so why not go with it. Haha, don't pay attention to my ramblings, just read the story!
Chapter 13
If Just For One Day

"Sometimes I Get So Weird, I Even Freak Myself Out, I Laugh Myself To Sleep, It's My Lullaby, Sometimes I Drive So Fast, Just To Feel The Danger, I Want To Scream, It Makes Me Feel Alive, Is It Enough To Love, Is It Enough To Breath, Somebody Rip My Heart Out, And Leave Me Here To Bleed, Is It Enough To Die, Somebody Save My Life, I'd Rather Be Anything, Tnan Ordinary, Please, To Walk Within The Lines, Would Make My Life So Boring, I Want To Know That I Have Been, To The Extreme, So Knock Me Off My Feet, Come On Now, Give It To Me, Anything To Make Me Feel Alive, Is It Enough To Love, Is It Enough To Breath, Somebody Rip My Heart Out, And Leave Me Here To Bleed, Is It Enough To Die, Somebody Save My Life, I'd Rather Be Anything, But Ordinary, Please, Let Down Your Defences, Use No Common Sense, If You Look, You Will See, That This World Is, Beautiful, I Think, It's Turbulant, Succulant, I Feel Permanent, No Way, I Want To Taste It, Don't Want To Waste It Away, Sometimes I Get So Weird, I Even Freak Myself Out, I Laugh Myself To Sleep, It's My Lullaby, Is It Enough To Love, Is It Enough, Is It Enough To Breath, Somebody Rip My Heart Out, And Leave Me Here To Bleed, Is It Enough To Die, Somebody Save My Life, I'd Rather Be Anything, But Ordinary, Please, Is It Enough, Is It Enough To Die, Somebody Save My Life, I'd Rather Be Anything, But Ordinary, Please, I'd Rather Be Anything, But Ordinary, Please."

~ Avril Lavigne - " Anything But Ordinary"

Hermione took her respective seat at the Gryffindore's amid the murmers. Most of them where happy to see her again, they're now, Head Girl. Some weren't. Among them was Patty LeSable.

A snotty fifth year that remembered book-loving Granger all to well, having been told of by her many times, when Hermione was a prefect.

Ginny sat down next to Hermione and began to talk her ear off. Hermione was trying to listen, but it was quite hard. She glanced over at the Slytherin table where it seemed Draco was having the same dilemna.

Hermione, catching his eye, winked and went back to buttering her bread. All of a sudden, across the table from Hermione, Parvarti Patil squealed and jumped up and down in her seat.

From what Hermione gathered, she was talking about some blonde sixth year boy that she kept calling Kid.

Hermione was puzzled. Was this really the boy's name or was Parvarti calling him a kid. Hermione looked over at "Kid" and saw why she was all a flutter.

The boy was tall, maybe six foot three and he was naturally tan, although he had wonderfuly fair hair, and the some of the bluest eyes Hermione had ever seen. His cheeks where rosy and he was talking animatedly to a girl with long raven hair beside him at the Ravenclaw table.

"Who is he," Hermione asked pointing her fork in the blonde boy's direction.

"Kid Langoria," Ginny remarked nonchalantly, not even looking up from her soup.

"Who," Hermione asked confused slightly.

"He's from Germany. He could be Hitler's chosen youth. He transfered last year. He is quite stuck up," Ginny said nastily. Forgetting to hide her feelings of hatred.

"He seems to be interested in you," Hermione said stating the obvious as Kid had been staring at Ginny all through the meal.

"No he isn't. He is looking at you," Ginny said a bit of hope in her voice.

"No he isn't and you know it," Hermione said. She was quite suprised that Ginny didn't like Kid, as all the other girls at the table seemed to be looking in his direction.

"Ahh blast it he is," Ginny said slightly blushing. She put her head down and began to eat her food at a furious pace.

Hermione went back to her own meal and didn't pay much attention to anything, until Dumbledore got up to give his usaul speech.

"Settle down, settle down. I hope this year will be just as brillaint as the ones before it. Our new Head Boy and Girl are Hermione Granger, and Draco Malfoy. Will the house prefects take the first years to their dormitories," Dumbledore said in his wise and quiet way.

Hermione blushed slightly as the whole table erupted into cheers for their Head Girl. The noise was tumultess, as both Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff where cheering also.

Hermione stood up from the table and gathering the older students around her, led them all off to the Gyffindore common rooms.

They had just started to go down a corridor when they ran into Proffesor McGongall, who beckoned to Hermione to follow her. Beside McGongall was a very skeptical Draco Malfoy.

"See you later, Harry," Hermione said before she followed McGonagall and Draco, down a twisting hallway.

Proffesor McGongall led Hermione to a large portrait of a beautiful cottage, there where no people in sight, just three cats. One was black as ebony, the other white as snow, the third was a chocolatey brown.

"This is Lucifer." McGongall said pointing to the white cat. "That is Venus." She said pointing to the black cat. "And this is Circe." She said finally motioning towards the brown cat.

"Password", mewwed Venus boredly licking her paw.

"What do you want your password to be, Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy," McGongall asked.

"How about, Les trois fèlins," Hermione said simply.

"The three felines, it's perfect", Draco said understanding at once.

"Alright, Circe, the password will be, " les trois fèlins," McGonagall said and the brown cat nodded her head slightly.

"Minerva, that annoying tabby across the hall has been mewling at us all day. Please do something about it ," Venus suddenly said staring at Proffesor McGongall.

"I will see what I can do," Minerva said.

The portrait swung open and Hermione and Draco climbed in with Proffesor McGongall close behind.

"You two will be sharing a common room, you each have your own room and you are to share a bathroom. There are protraits in both of your bedrooms that lead to your common rooms. They will use the same password as the regular entrance. Have a good year, Malfoy, Granger," McGongall said and then left out the way she had came.

Hermione took a tentative step onto the black plush rug close by the huge fireplace. Her eyes where gleaming with delight. The room was huge and very well furnished.

There where two couches one green and one red, each with cordinating house colors, for a throw blanket. The fireplace was huge and right now was roaring with warmth.

But what really caught her eyes was that all of the walls, where there were not doors, there was bookcases. Heaving with books about everything you could imagine. It almost looked like Hermione would never have to leave again.

Hermione looked at the door to her room. It was red and had a large gold plaque reading, "Head Girl" on it. Likewise Draco had the same, although his door was green and had a sliver plaque and obviously it did not say Head Girl.

Hermione turned to Draco and squealed, this room was all she could ever hope for. She ran towards him and locked him into a hug. She was strangling him while dancing around in sheer joy.

Finally, after he had pried her off of him, Draco spoke.

"It's nice, very private. Will help when I want to study."

Hermione nodded and went to the third door that was in the middle of the other doors. It was a large oak door and behind it, Hermione found their bathroom.

Like the rest of the rooms up in this half of Hogwarts, the bathroom was immaculately big. It had a huge bath tub and a shower. A toilet, of course, and a double sink with a huge mirror over it.

Hermione closed that door and noticing that Draco had went into his own room, went into her's.

It was a beautiful fairyland. There where no other words to describe it. The bed was a four-poster made of cherry wood and it shined nicely in the dim light. Hermione switched on the light and gasped in delight.

There was a protrait on her wall, of herself. Her protrait self had her nose buried in a book and waved at Hermione without looking up. Hermione smiled kindly, that must be the way into the Gryffindore common room.

Hermione looked at her trunk, that had already been brought up by the house elves, no doubt. But for once in her life time she wasn't thinking of someone else. She was selfishly indulging in herself.

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Later on at dinner, Hermione was telling Ginny about her room and all the other things.

"It's so beautiful, you'll have to see it, Gin." Hermione said happily, digging into the food.

"Oooh. Your so lucky, Hermione. You get to share a common room with Draco," Ginny said a bit whistfully.

Ginny was what you called a classic beauty and although most guys didn't see it. Or chose to ignore it, she was a sort of quiet beauty, just waiting for something, really.

"Hey, Kid, is walking your way, Ginny", Hermione said suddenly, trying subtley to nod with her head in his direction.

Ginny gasped and dropped her fork. Kid reached their table and him and Ginny went down at the same time to retrieve it. They ended up bumping heads and although Ginny was blushing furiously now, she had a blissfully happy smile on for once.

Kid laughed and handed Ginny her fork. From what Hermione heard they made plans to "study" the next day. Hermione doubted much work would get done. But then that's just the way Hermione was.

"Bye Gin," she said quietly, as Ginny walked off with Kid in a bit of a daze.

For some reason, it was then that Hermione realized that almost everyone at the Gryffindore table were a couple. Parvarti was sweet talking to Seamus Finnigan on her right and across the table, a couple of younger kids where holding hands and talking happily to each other.

It made Hermione a bit sad. She hadn't noticed until then that it was lonely being by yourself.

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Draco on the other hand was wishing, no, praying, that he could be alone. Pansy was trying to cozy up to him again. It almost a tradition in itself as it happened every year.

"I told you Pansy. Bugger off," Draco said coldly. Staring past Pansy's pug face to the Gryffindore table.

He noticed that Hermione was looking quite dejected and he frowned. He didn't see Ron in sight and nobody else seemed to bothering her so what was wrong?

"That's not a very nice thing to say to your future wife," Pansy said cruely.

This thought made Draco cringe and he turned to Pansy a bit depressed, becuase as far as he could see, marraige to Pansy seemed inevitable.

"Pansy, why do you want to marry me. I don't love you. I am never nice to you and still you torture me with the thought of marraige," Draco said dully.

Pansy sighed loudly and for once in her life, told the truth.

"It's because, no matter what you do, or what you say to hurt me, I still love you."

She said it so sadly that Draco almost felt bad for her. But then she snapped back into herself and flipping her hair behind her, laughing and gigling, she pointed rudely to a Slytherin sixth year and a Ravenclaw fourth year.

They seemed to be having a lovers spat, and although Slytherins where said to be cunning and evil, this certain Ravenclaw was giving them all a run for their money.

She almost had the poor Slytherin boy in tears. But she kept on going. It seemed she was breaking him down. Making him lower than her so she could hurt him.

"You know you have no friends. Not with that lot. Everyone hates you. You might as well die."

The girl said scathingly and Draco looked away. People like that made him sick, which was bad as, he was one of those people. At least he used to be. He wondered suddenly. How many girls had, he made cry, because he was stupid and power hungry.

Suddenly he heard a weird sound. Everything had gone queit and the girl had stop screaming. Draco looked up, Hermione was standing next to the Slytherin boy and she was looking very angry.

"Twenty points from Ravenclaw for such a rude display, Miss Berg," Hermione snapped coldly.

The girl stalked away muttering about "the evil Head Girl". Hermione turned to the boy now.

"Don't let her degrade you like that, Mr. Johnson," she said simply and walked out the huge oak doors.

Draco looked around. People where just starting to get back to talking, although Draco was sure they were talking about what had just happened. Draco got out of his seat, no longer wanting to tolerate Pansy and not hungry either.

He strutted out the doors right after Hermione. Making everyone turn and speculate about the Head Boy and Girl.

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"So having fun being "Miss Powerful Head Girl", Draco said mockingly as he threw himself onto the green couch in their common room.

"I really don't like that girl, I think she is evil," Hermione said ignoring Draco's little comment.

"Really, I just think she is mean spirited, not evil," Draco said.

"You don't know here really though, do you," Hermione said knowing the answer already.

"Well..... no I don't," Draco said frowning at Hermione. She was concentrating on that fire just a bit to much.

"She dated Ron. Before I did. I think he was cheating on me with her, while we were going out. When they were going out, she was so rude to me. Shoving me out of the way for things, making out with Ron in front of me, just to spite me," Hermione said sadly.

"Yes, but as I think we have all agreed, Ron is a bloody git. Who cares who he shags," Draco said letting the last part slip out.

"Yes, it doesn't matter to me," Hermione said in a tone that suggested that she did indeed care a great deal.

"It used to be so great. Then it all fell apart, and all the while I always wondered; why am I not good enough for him," Hermione said suddenly breaking into sobs.

Draco got up from his couch and slowly moved to sit on the floor before Hermione's. Tears were streaking down her face at a feverous pace and Draco did his best to try and wipe them away with his hand.

"Shhh... Hermione don't ever think you aren't good enough. He wasn't good enough for you," Draco said softly as Hermione stared at him.

"Your right, I am better than him," Hermione said resignededly and she wiped her own eyes on her sleeves.

"I will be okay," Hermione said more to herself than to Draco.

"Yes, you will," Draco affirmed and Hermione smiled.

Suddenly Draco leaned into Hermione and kissed her lightly. When he pulled back he was smirking and although Hermione was blushing she was trying to hide an evil smile that was creeping across her face.

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"So Hermione how are you getting along with Malfoy," Ginny asked the next day at breakfast.

"It's alright," Hermione said and she blushed deep red, hoping that Ginny didn't notice.

"What happened last night? Your blushing," Ginny said evily grinning at Hermione.

"Nothing happened,"Hermione said reisignededly.

"As in; everything happened, but I'm not going to tell you," Ginny inquired.

"Exactly," Hermione said and waved to Harry who was making his way over to them.

"Hello Harry," Ginny said unfazed in the slightlest to be so close to the Boy Who Lived.

"Hello Ginny, how are you," Harry asked sitting between Hermione and Ginny quickly.

"Alright, but I think it's going to get better," Ginny said smirking, she gestured with her spoon to Draco, who was walking towards them.

"A bit early to start the insults now isn't it Malfoy," Hermione said on a sudden inspiration, as Draco stood before them.

She wasn't stupid. She knew one of the Slytherins would tell his father about everything that he did, she needed to make it look good for him.

"Never to early with you, Granger," Draco said swith his eyebrows knitted in puzzlement.

He didn't know what the hell Hermione was up to, but as usaul he kept his mouth closed and waited for things to play out. Harry was starring at her odly now, and so was Ginny. They must suspect something was up.

"Yes, well run along, you little ferret. We are tired of you already," Hermione said airily, waving the butter knife around.

"Voldemorts on the rise, and your his next target, Granger," Draco said refusing to call her Mudblood.

He was telling the truth actaully, and though most everyone else thought this was another fight between the Head Boy and Girl, the Slytherin's where very aware that what he was saying was true. They had been informed, no doubt.

"Well at least me father isn't his hit man," Hermione said trying not to laugh and give the whole thing away.

"Shut up, Granger, and watch your bushy little head doesn't get Avadaed," Draco said sneeringly, like Hermione he too was fighting hard to control his laughter.

So he stormed off before he started guffawing and made himself look stupid. Hermione turned to Ginny and Harry who where looking quite confused and smirked.

"What was that all about," Harry asked his green eyes boring into her's.

"Just a little side show, from the Peanut gallery," Hermione said jokingly.

Ginny suddenly smiled knowingly.

"It was all an act, so no one would run to his father, right?"

"Yeah, you guessed it," Hermione said and stabbed her toast voilently.

"You must really hate Draco's father," Ginny said stating the obvious.

"Why would you say that," Hermione said rather coldly.

"Well your brutalizing your toast," Harry said taking the knife from her and putting it out of her reach.

"Sorry," Hermione said remorsefully.

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Later on when Hermione was in Potions she realized something she had been denying all along. No matter what she said, it was all in her head, or rather her heart.

She liked Draco, heck she might even love him, and maybe she always had. After all she had never hated him. More disliked his attitude. She had even half wittingly stuck up for him a few times.

She looked at the blonde who was sitting a few desks in front of her with Crabbe. It was as if her eyes on him drew him to turn around. He stared at her. He stared right into her soul and Hermione felt naked sitting there next to Harry.

She shivered slightly and returned Draco's gaze. There was something intense in the way he looked at her and she liked it.

She knew in that heart of hers, that even if she had thought it, she would have never really loved Ron. She cared deeply for him and Harry, but not in the way she thought.

They were both too boring, predictable, and annoying sturdy. Hermione had once thought that's what she wanted, but sometimes when she was in the library she would just know that she was more adventurous, wanted to live on the edge a bit. Even if it was just for a little while.

Suddenly Snape had dismissed class and everyone hurried to leave the cold dungoen as fast as they could. Hermione and Draco where the only ones who took their time backing their books back into their bags.

Hermione swung her bag ont her should and walked out the door, Draco trailing closely behind her. She watched as the kids in front of her slowly disapeared from veiw and her and Draco were left alone.

"That was interesting at breakfast, I didn't understand at first, but then I got it," Draco said breaking the silence.

Hermione turned to him and meeting his eyes once again, gulped and told him what she thought,

"Draco, I like you. I don't know if you like me, but I just thought I would tell you," Hermione said in a rush.

"I know you like me, I like you too," Draco said not getting at what Hermione meant at all.

"No, Draco. I don't think of you as a friend. I would love to date you, kiss you, be everywhere with you," Hermione said slowly this time, trying to make him understand.

Draco's eyebrows almost disappeared up his forehead, and while he stood there his mouth hanging open and his eyebrows almost gone, Hermione put her arms around his neck and standing on her tipie-toes kissed him passionately

Draco wasn't to shocked this time, but it took a minute for him to register what was even going on.

Hermione and him had left Potions, together, they had been walking, together, they had stopped and were talking, together, and now they where kissing, together.

While Draco's mind was going into overload, Hermione pulled back whispered somthing and left him standing in the middle of the empty corrider, a stupid smile on his face and a dazed look in his eyes.

A/N: Omg! That was quite fun to write. I really hope you all liked it. I will be working on posting the next chapter. *********REVIEW*********