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Ch. 2
"And now, I would like to introduce to you all the new Head Boy and Head Girl," proclaimed Professor Dumbledore. Hermione was sitting at the back of the Gryffindor table with Harry and Ron, waiting for the announcements to desist and for the feast to commence. They had only arrived to Hogwarts a half hour ago, and were starving from their long journey. Hermione was still thinking about the dream she had of Draco.
"Does that sound okay to you, Hermione?" asked Ron.
"Huh, yea, what? Oh yea, fine, perfect," she paused, "I'm sorry Ron. What did you ask me?"
"I asked you if you wanted to participate in a mass orgy in the common room once we finished eating. What's gotten into you? Ever since we left Hogsmeade you've been quiet and distant."
"Our new Head Girl is Hermione Granger of Gryffindor House" announced Professor Dumbledore. Relieved of not having to explain to Ron what was on her mind, she stood up as the rest of the hall applauded her. "And now, let me introduce to you, our new Head Boy-"
Hermione sat back down again. She looked at Ron and Harry, still waiting for an answer. "I've just been distracted, that's all. You know, N.E.W.T.s, exams, homework, my duties as Head Girl, and trying to become a teacher here. I'm just a little stre-
"Draco Malfoy!"
Hermione's jaw dropped. No, she thought. Maybe she was just hallucinating, hunger pangs stabbing at her like a sword. But sure enough, standing tall, smug, and proud, was Malfoy. "Great, and just to add to my problems, I get to share living quarters with him!" she pointed in disgust. Suddenly, Hermione was not hungry at all. Harry gave her a sympathetic hug and smiled at her.
"Although there isn't much I can say right now that is going to make you feel better, just know that if he starts to give you any trouble at all, you just come to me, and I'll make sure that he is put in his place." Hermione smiled at her best friend. Although it wasn't much of a comfort, knowing that Harry was still in her corner gave her a small smidgen of hope that perhaps the year won't be quite as dreadful. She could always count on him whenever she needed a shoulder to cry on or a friend to laugh with.
The rest of the Great Hall engulfed themselves into the smorgasbord that appeared before them as Hermione stared blankly at her plate. Trying to put on a good face, she grabbed a couple of chicken wings and some roasted potatoes and conversed with Ron and Harry, who were of course, talking about their two favorite subjects: girls and quidditch. Harry and Ron were co-captains of the team this year, and they were planning out their defense strategy to beat Slytherin. Hermione merely stared and nodded and tried very hard to look interested in their conversation.
Soon, their meals were finished, and it was time to retreat to the common rooms. Being Head Girl, Hermione now had special living arrangements on the fourth floor of the castle. She bid Ron and Harry farewell.
"Remember, any trouble at all, just come find me," Harry said pompously as they parted ways. She turned and walked up the extra two flights of staircases and down the hallway before reaching a brilliantly designed door, with a face plate adorned in jewels that read "Head Girl". She opened the door and gasped as she looked into the room. Her four-poster canopy was large enough to fit her, Ron, and Harry quite comfortably, a desk in the corner had beautiful detailing on the legs made of the finest cherry oak, and a closet long enough to fit all of the robes at Hogwarts. Her bathroom-although shared with the Head Boy, was elegant and refined. The "tub" was literally a 5 foot deep pool, the showers had beautiful glass etched doors, and their sinks were made of the finest marble. For the first time that night, she was in a good mood, and there seemed to be no sign of Malfoy anywhere. She grabbed on a bathing suit and decided to take a swim.
The water was warm and relaxing. Hermione stayed on the first couple of steps for what seemed like hours, letting the little jets massage her back. She began to swim around in the water when she heard a splash from behind her.
"Mind if I join you?" questioned Draco, in his smuggest voice yet. Without her answer, he took off his shirt, revealing a tight six pack and very defined arms, and walking to the edge of the pool. Hermione gave a snort, and simply walked to the other side of the pool where she sat back down and let the jets massage her. She closed her eyes and took in the warmth of the water, how quiet (surprisingly) and how still the atmosphere was, despite lingering tension in the air. Hermione opened her eyes and looked around, Malfoy nowhere to be seen. Just then, a huge bucket of ice cold water was dumped onto her head, destroying what lingering peace she had just attained.
She screamed at the feeling of a thousand knives being dragged across her skin. She turned to see Draco smiling down upon her, oh that smile, how she wanted to rip it off of his face. "Malfoy, what the fuck!" she exclaimed. He was beside himself laughing. Knowing there was nothing she could do, she got out, grabbed a nearby towel, and walked out, Malfoy still laughing. "God this is going to be a long year" she muttered.
* * * *
"I was just sitting down when all of a sudden he pours a bucket of cold water onto me!" Hermione exclaimed at breakfast. She was venting to Harry about Malfoy's prank the previous night. "Of course, there was nothing I could do, so I just dried off and went to bed." She picked at a piece of toast, looking down at her plate. She wanted so badly to go to Dumbledore and ask him to reassign someone else to be Head Girl.
"Hermione, come with me" Harry said. Confused, she picked up her school books and follow Harry out to the quidditch pitch. He held her hand and looked at her, with a fire in his eyes. "Now you listen to me, and you listen good Hermione. You have worked too long and too hard to become Head Girl. And now you're willing to throw it away just because Malfoy pulled one stupid prank? I'm sorry, but I can't let you do that. You're my best friend, and I want the best for you. I love you more than anything in this world, and it'd break my heart to see you miserable just because Malfoy can't grow up. Now you are going to make me this promise, right here, right now. You are going to hold your head up high, you are going to smile, and laugh, and you are going to show the world you can survive anything, even living next to Draco Malfoy."
Hermione smiled at him, and gave him the biggest hug she could give. For the next few minutes, that's all she wanted to do, was to hug her best friend, to feel comforted and loved by her best friend, but class would start soon, and they had to make their way back to the castle if they wanted to arrive on time. While walking, Hermione repeatedly told herself "I'll show that Malfoy just who he thinks he's messing with".
Ch. 2
"And now, I would like to introduce to you all the new Head Boy and Head Girl," proclaimed Professor Dumbledore. Hermione was sitting at the back of the Gryffindor table with Harry and Ron, waiting for the announcements to desist and for the feast to commence. They had only arrived to Hogwarts a half hour ago, and were starving from their long journey. Hermione was still thinking about the dream she had of Draco.
"Does that sound okay to you, Hermione?" asked Ron.
"Huh, yea, what? Oh yea, fine, perfect," she paused, "I'm sorry Ron. What did you ask me?"
"I asked you if you wanted to participate in a mass orgy in the common room once we finished eating. What's gotten into you? Ever since we left Hogsmeade you've been quiet and distant."
"Our new Head Girl is Hermione Granger of Gryffindor House" announced Professor Dumbledore. Relieved of not having to explain to Ron what was on her mind, she stood up as the rest of the hall applauded her. "And now, let me introduce to you, our new Head Boy-"
Hermione sat back down again. She looked at Ron and Harry, still waiting for an answer. "I've just been distracted, that's all. You know, N.E.W.T.s, exams, homework, my duties as Head Girl, and trying to become a teacher here. I'm just a little stre-
"Draco Malfoy!"
Hermione's jaw dropped. No, she thought. Maybe she was just hallucinating, hunger pangs stabbing at her like a sword. But sure enough, standing tall, smug, and proud, was Malfoy. "Great, and just to add to my problems, I get to share living quarters with him!" she pointed in disgust. Suddenly, Hermione was not hungry at all. Harry gave her a sympathetic hug and smiled at her.
"Although there isn't much I can say right now that is going to make you feel better, just know that if he starts to give you any trouble at all, you just come to me, and I'll make sure that he is put in his place." Hermione smiled at her best friend. Although it wasn't much of a comfort, knowing that Harry was still in her corner gave her a small smidgen of hope that perhaps the year won't be quite as dreadful. She could always count on him whenever she needed a shoulder to cry on or a friend to laugh with.
The rest of the Great Hall engulfed themselves into the smorgasbord that appeared before them as Hermione stared blankly at her plate. Trying to put on a good face, she grabbed a couple of chicken wings and some roasted potatoes and conversed with Ron and Harry, who were of course, talking about their two favorite subjects: girls and quidditch. Harry and Ron were co-captains of the team this year, and they were planning out their defense strategy to beat Slytherin. Hermione merely stared and nodded and tried very hard to look interested in their conversation.
Soon, their meals were finished, and it was time to retreat to the common rooms. Being Head Girl, Hermione now had special living arrangements on the fourth floor of the castle. She bid Ron and Harry farewell.
"Remember, any trouble at all, just come find me," Harry said pompously as they parted ways. She turned and walked up the extra two flights of staircases and down the hallway before reaching a brilliantly designed door, with a face plate adorned in jewels that read "Head Girl". She opened the door and gasped as she looked into the room. Her four-poster canopy was large enough to fit her, Ron, and Harry quite comfortably, a desk in the corner had beautiful detailing on the legs made of the finest cherry oak, and a closet long enough to fit all of the robes at Hogwarts. Her bathroom-although shared with the Head Boy, was elegant and refined. The "tub" was literally a 5 foot deep pool, the showers had beautiful glass etched doors, and their sinks were made of the finest marble. For the first time that night, she was in a good mood, and there seemed to be no sign of Malfoy anywhere. She grabbed on a bathing suit and decided to take a swim.
The water was warm and relaxing. Hermione stayed on the first couple of steps for what seemed like hours, letting the little jets massage her back. She began to swim around in the water when she heard a splash from behind her.
"Mind if I join you?" questioned Draco, in his smuggest voice yet. Without her answer, he took off his shirt, revealing a tight six pack and very defined arms, and walking to the edge of the pool. Hermione gave a snort, and simply walked to the other side of the pool where she sat back down and let the jets massage her. She closed her eyes and took in the warmth of the water, how quiet (surprisingly) and how still the atmosphere was, despite lingering tension in the air. Hermione opened her eyes and looked around, Malfoy nowhere to be seen. Just then, a huge bucket of ice cold water was dumped onto her head, destroying what lingering peace she had just attained.
She screamed at the feeling of a thousand knives being dragged across her skin. She turned to see Draco smiling down upon her, oh that smile, how she wanted to rip it off of his face. "Malfoy, what the fuck!" she exclaimed. He was beside himself laughing. Knowing there was nothing she could do, she got out, grabbed a nearby towel, and walked out, Malfoy still laughing. "God this is going to be a long year" she muttered.
* * * *
"I was just sitting down when all of a sudden he pours a bucket of cold water onto me!" Hermione exclaimed at breakfast. She was venting to Harry about Malfoy's prank the previous night. "Of course, there was nothing I could do, so I just dried off and went to bed." She picked at a piece of toast, looking down at her plate. She wanted so badly to go to Dumbledore and ask him to reassign someone else to be Head Girl.
"Hermione, come with me" Harry said. Confused, she picked up her school books and follow Harry out to the quidditch pitch. He held her hand and looked at her, with a fire in his eyes. "Now you listen to me, and you listen good Hermione. You have worked too long and too hard to become Head Girl. And now you're willing to throw it away just because Malfoy pulled one stupid prank? I'm sorry, but I can't let you do that. You're my best friend, and I want the best for you. I love you more than anything in this world, and it'd break my heart to see you miserable just because Malfoy can't grow up. Now you are going to make me this promise, right here, right now. You are going to hold your head up high, you are going to smile, and laugh, and you are going to show the world you can survive anything, even living next to Draco Malfoy."
Hermione smiled at him, and gave him the biggest hug she could give. For the next few minutes, that's all she wanted to do, was to hug her best friend, to feel comforted and loved by her best friend, but class would start soon, and they had to make their way back to the castle if they wanted to arrive on time. While walking, Hermione repeatedly told herself "I'll show that Malfoy just who he thinks he's messing with".