A/N: First of, SO SO SO SO SO SO sorry that it said ch 2 was up!! It
wasn't! It got all screwed up and for some reason didn't download properly,
but here it is!
Summary: Hermione goes back to Hogwarts as Head Girl. She wants to desperately find the one that was meant for her this year, but when she finds out who head boy is, she thinks everything will go wrong. Draco Malfoy is Head Boy. His father wants him to become what he is (read and you'll find out, but you should already know.), but Draco has something else in mind. When he disobeys his father and runs off for school, he puts not only his life in danger, but the life of three others; Hermione, her mother, and her father. What happens when they fall in love, and Lucius finds out? Dun dun dun . . .
As Hermione was walking into the great hall chatting animatedly to Harry, Ron, and Ginny, she was approached by Professor McGonagall.
"Miss Ganger, you are to report to my office after dinner. We need to discuss Head matters. And would you be so kind as to report this to Mr. Malfoy as well, seeing as I can't seem to find him?"
"Sure professor." Hermione said.
"I still can't get over the fact that Malfoy got chosen as Head Boy." Ron said.
"Yeah, I know." Hermione replied.
What ever was said after that, Hermione didn't know. She seemed to have drifted off to her own world. *Oh I had better study extra hard this year if I want to achieve top N.E.W.T's. I wonder if I really will find that person Ive been looking for.*
"Hello! Hermione? You there?" She snapped back to reality with the vision of a hand waving in front of her face.
"What? Oh-yeah, sorry."
"What were you thinking about?" Asked Ron.
"Oooh. I bet It was a boy! I recognize that face!" squealed Lavender Brown. *God, is that all they think about? Boys? *
"No. Actually I was thinking about N.E.W.T's."
"Oh, what a surprise." Ron said sarcastically.
"Shut up!" Hermione said, playfully punching his arm.
"Hey, that hurt!" Ron laughed.
"Oh! I need to go, Head meeting! Where's Malfoy.oh there he is", she said, searching the Slytherin table, "Bye! I'll see you tomorrow!" She left.
"Malfoy? That prick made Head Boy?" a rather astonished Parvati Patil asked Harry.
"Yeah I know, that's what I said."
Hermione made her way over to the Slytherin table, ignoring all the disgusting stares. "Er. Malfoy?" she asked nervously. He didn't answer. "Malfoy?" she asked more clearly and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around.
"Did you just touch me mudblood? Now im going to have to throw these robes out! And they're new too! What do you want?"
"Well, Professor McGonagall wanted to see us in her office, is all. "Hermione said innocently. "'Bye." She walked out of the Great Hall without realizing Draco was following her. *Why must he always insist upon using that word? 'Mudblood' God, I just hate him so much! * Tears started filling her eyes. *It's not my fault I'm muggle-born! What's his problem?!* she let out a small sob, and Draco heard her.
~Is she crying?~ "What's the matter Granger? Finally realized that I'm better than you?" He called after her. Hermione turned around. ~She's kind of. cute when she's crying. Wait, did I just say that? NO! Stupid mudblood.~
"What is your p-problem Malfoy? G-going around acting like y-your b-better than everyone else j-just because of your s-stupid b-background! The fact is M-malfoy, nobody cares ab-bout it! It's how you t-treat people that c- counts. But you d-don't care! All y-you Slytherin pricks th-think the same!" she yelled.
"Er."
"NO! I-im not d-done yet! I can't b-believe I th-thought we c-could actually try and s-start getting a-along! You'll always b-be the same M- malfoy I knew!"
Draco just stood there looking utterly bewildered. Then Hermione turned on her heel, and ran to the bathroom to dry her eyes before the meeting. She didn't want to talk the Professor to think anything was wrong, she didn't feel like talking about it.
~wow~ that was all Draco could think right now. ~wow~
"I never want to talk to or see him again!" Hermione said to herself, drying her face. Then, she suddenly giggled. "His face! Did you see his face! Serves him right."
When she arrived at Professor McGonagall's office, Draco was waiting for her.
"Sorry professor, I was-er. busy." Hermione and Draco glanced at each other.
"Never mind that, take a seat Miss Granger", Professor McGonagall said impatiently. "Now, the staff is expecting the best of behavior. As we know, you two aren't really the best of friends. Quite the opposite from what I've noticed. What I'm saying is that you two are expected to set examples and fighting is not the best way to do it. Am I clear?"
Draco and Hermione nodded.
"Good. Now, on to business. You will be patrolling the halls everyday from eight until ten o'clock at night. I don't care how you do this, together, or in shifts, but you are expected to do the same amount of work. Also, as you know, Head Boy and girl control the prefect meetings. You decide when and where they are, but make sure you clear it with the teacher whom classroom you are using. Well, that about covers it, and if you'll follow me, I'll show you to your living quarters."
They followed her up to the sixth floor, and stopped at a painting of a princess bride and her groom. "Now, you get to decide on the password. And- "
"Professor McGonagall!" A 5th year Ravenclaw prefect came running up to them. She had short blonde hair and freckles. Hermione was pretty sure her name was Amber Eskinazi. "It's peeves! He's dropping dungbombs all over the place!"
"Well, your things should already be inside, and remember what we talked about in my office." Professor McGonagall said quickly, staring at Draco. She turned and ran off with Amber.
There was and awkward silence, then some one from behind them spoke.
"Why hello there, I'm Elizabeth." Hermione turned around, and saw that the princess bride was talking to them. "What will the password be?"
Er." Hermione started.
"Sugar Quill." Draco said. Hermione raised an eyebrow. "What, I like those."
"Very well." Elizabeth said. The portrait swung open, and Draco walked in. "He's quite good looking, you kno. You're a lucky girl, getting to live with him."
"Never judge a book by its cover." Hermione said coldly. She followed Draco's footsteps and stopped a few feet inside. It was beautiful. The walls were a deep shade of scarlet, with black leather furniture. There was desk over in one corner, and in another, to Hermione's delight, a giant bookshelf filled to the top with books. There was a wonderful painting of a moonlit lake with a rock in front of it that looked oddly familiar, and under it was a fireplace with a handsome fire crackling inside it. Hermione couldn't wait to see her room. She looked up and saw a small staircase leading to three oak doors.
She walked up and chose the one on the right. When Hermione opened the door, she almost fainted. It was much better than the common room, for one reason: there were bookcases lined up all along her golden yellow walls, each one filled with books, like the one in the common room. Her bed was pure scarlet silk with gold pillows. Crookshanks was curled up in the middle, purring loud as ever. *I wonder what the bathroom looks like* She walked out of her room and took the door in the middle. There was a giant bathtub, a shower, a sink, and a toilet. The bathtub had a bung of different taps, much like the one in the prefects' bathroom. Hermione had a sudden urge to take a bath.
She went back to her room, grabbed a night shirt, and headed back to the bathroom. She turned to lock the door, but there wasn't one. So she tried to remember the sealing charm. "Oooh what is it? Come on Hermione. think think think!" she kept saying over and over to herself. Finally she gave up. "Malfoy's probably sleeping or something. I haven't seen him since he walked inside. I just hope he is."
Hermione took the chance, turned on the taps, undressed and got in. *Well, Ron's not looking too bad this year. He actually managed not to grow over and inch this summer. He's already as tall as him mum. Plus, He's got a great sense of humor, and he's nice. Oh what am I talking about? He would never like me that way. Were best friends! It's just not-* at that moment, the bathroom door swung open, and who was standing there-
"MALFOY!"
"GRANGER!"
Draco just stood there. He couldn't think straight. He didn't know what to do.
"Get OUT malfoy!!!" Hermione screamed.
"Oh er- right. sorry." Draco left with his face the color of the common room walls. But Hermione's face was blue. She had forgotten how to breathe, until it all came flowing back to her. *OH MY GOD! That did *not* just happen! Okay. so I'll just get out go straight to my room and hide there for the rest of my life!*
Hermione dressed quickly, peaked out the door to make sure Draco was out of sight, and set off to her room.
"You know, there is suck thing as a lock, Granger." Said a voice. Hermione started, and looked around. "Down here." She looked over the balcony and saw Draco sitting in his chair, reading a book, in only black flannel night pants.
"Are you reading a book?" Hermione asked.
"Don't look so surprised. Like I said, your not the only smart person in this school, granger. I also said there is such thing as a lock."
"Well, not on that door."
"Charms, then."
"I-er. I forgot." Hermione said quietly.
"What's that, granger? You forgot? Could I get that in writing? Hermione Granger actually forgot something."
"Shut it. I'm going to bed." She turned to open the door but before she did-
"Colloportus."
"I'm sorry?" Hermione asked.
"Colloportus. The Charm to seal." Draco said.
*I'm so stupid! How could I forget that?*
"Am I hearing correctly? Is Draco Malfoy actually helping somebody? Helping Hermione Granger, for that matter. Can I get this in writing?" Hermione said, imitating Draco.
"Ha, ha, ha." He said sarcastically. "I'm not helping you; I just don't want to ever walk in on that disturbing image again."
"Good night, Malfoy." Hermione said sternly, turning into her bedroom.
~It wasn't *that* disturbing. What am I saying?! That image will haunt me forever! There, that's better.~
*I can't believe I saw malfoy reading *and* without a shirt! Two things I thought I would never see! But, if I put some one else's head on that body. Eww no! It's Malfoy for goodness sake!*
"Pull yourself together Hermione! Good night Crookshanks." She said, before drifting off to sleep.
Summary: Hermione goes back to Hogwarts as Head Girl. She wants to desperately find the one that was meant for her this year, but when she finds out who head boy is, she thinks everything will go wrong. Draco Malfoy is Head Boy. His father wants him to become what he is (read and you'll find out, but you should already know.), but Draco has something else in mind. When he disobeys his father and runs off for school, he puts not only his life in danger, but the life of three others; Hermione, her mother, and her father. What happens when they fall in love, and Lucius finds out? Dun dun dun . . .
As Hermione was walking into the great hall chatting animatedly to Harry, Ron, and Ginny, she was approached by Professor McGonagall.
"Miss Ganger, you are to report to my office after dinner. We need to discuss Head matters. And would you be so kind as to report this to Mr. Malfoy as well, seeing as I can't seem to find him?"
"Sure professor." Hermione said.
"I still can't get over the fact that Malfoy got chosen as Head Boy." Ron said.
"Yeah, I know." Hermione replied.
What ever was said after that, Hermione didn't know. She seemed to have drifted off to her own world. *Oh I had better study extra hard this year if I want to achieve top N.E.W.T's. I wonder if I really will find that person Ive been looking for.*
"Hello! Hermione? You there?" She snapped back to reality with the vision of a hand waving in front of her face.
"What? Oh-yeah, sorry."
"What were you thinking about?" Asked Ron.
"Oooh. I bet It was a boy! I recognize that face!" squealed Lavender Brown. *God, is that all they think about? Boys? *
"No. Actually I was thinking about N.E.W.T's."
"Oh, what a surprise." Ron said sarcastically.
"Shut up!" Hermione said, playfully punching his arm.
"Hey, that hurt!" Ron laughed.
"Oh! I need to go, Head meeting! Where's Malfoy.oh there he is", she said, searching the Slytherin table, "Bye! I'll see you tomorrow!" She left.
"Malfoy? That prick made Head Boy?" a rather astonished Parvati Patil asked Harry.
"Yeah I know, that's what I said."
Hermione made her way over to the Slytherin table, ignoring all the disgusting stares. "Er. Malfoy?" she asked nervously. He didn't answer. "Malfoy?" she asked more clearly and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around.
"Did you just touch me mudblood? Now im going to have to throw these robes out! And they're new too! What do you want?"
"Well, Professor McGonagall wanted to see us in her office, is all. "Hermione said innocently. "'Bye." She walked out of the Great Hall without realizing Draco was following her. *Why must he always insist upon using that word? 'Mudblood' God, I just hate him so much! * Tears started filling her eyes. *It's not my fault I'm muggle-born! What's his problem?!* she let out a small sob, and Draco heard her.
~Is she crying?~ "What's the matter Granger? Finally realized that I'm better than you?" He called after her. Hermione turned around. ~She's kind of. cute when she's crying. Wait, did I just say that? NO! Stupid mudblood.~
"What is your p-problem Malfoy? G-going around acting like y-your b-better than everyone else j-just because of your s-stupid b-background! The fact is M-malfoy, nobody cares ab-bout it! It's how you t-treat people that c- counts. But you d-don't care! All y-you Slytherin pricks th-think the same!" she yelled.
"Er."
"NO! I-im not d-done yet! I can't b-believe I th-thought we c-could actually try and s-start getting a-along! You'll always b-be the same M- malfoy I knew!"
Draco just stood there looking utterly bewildered. Then Hermione turned on her heel, and ran to the bathroom to dry her eyes before the meeting. She didn't want to talk the Professor to think anything was wrong, she didn't feel like talking about it.
~wow~ that was all Draco could think right now. ~wow~
"I never want to talk to or see him again!" Hermione said to herself, drying her face. Then, she suddenly giggled. "His face! Did you see his face! Serves him right."
When she arrived at Professor McGonagall's office, Draco was waiting for her.
"Sorry professor, I was-er. busy." Hermione and Draco glanced at each other.
"Never mind that, take a seat Miss Granger", Professor McGonagall said impatiently. "Now, the staff is expecting the best of behavior. As we know, you two aren't really the best of friends. Quite the opposite from what I've noticed. What I'm saying is that you two are expected to set examples and fighting is not the best way to do it. Am I clear?"
Draco and Hermione nodded.
"Good. Now, on to business. You will be patrolling the halls everyday from eight until ten o'clock at night. I don't care how you do this, together, or in shifts, but you are expected to do the same amount of work. Also, as you know, Head Boy and girl control the prefect meetings. You decide when and where they are, but make sure you clear it with the teacher whom classroom you are using. Well, that about covers it, and if you'll follow me, I'll show you to your living quarters."
They followed her up to the sixth floor, and stopped at a painting of a princess bride and her groom. "Now, you get to decide on the password. And- "
"Professor McGonagall!" A 5th year Ravenclaw prefect came running up to them. She had short blonde hair and freckles. Hermione was pretty sure her name was Amber Eskinazi. "It's peeves! He's dropping dungbombs all over the place!"
"Well, your things should already be inside, and remember what we talked about in my office." Professor McGonagall said quickly, staring at Draco. She turned and ran off with Amber.
There was and awkward silence, then some one from behind them spoke.
"Why hello there, I'm Elizabeth." Hermione turned around, and saw that the princess bride was talking to them. "What will the password be?"
Er." Hermione started.
"Sugar Quill." Draco said. Hermione raised an eyebrow. "What, I like those."
"Very well." Elizabeth said. The portrait swung open, and Draco walked in. "He's quite good looking, you kno. You're a lucky girl, getting to live with him."
"Never judge a book by its cover." Hermione said coldly. She followed Draco's footsteps and stopped a few feet inside. It was beautiful. The walls were a deep shade of scarlet, with black leather furniture. There was desk over in one corner, and in another, to Hermione's delight, a giant bookshelf filled to the top with books. There was a wonderful painting of a moonlit lake with a rock in front of it that looked oddly familiar, and under it was a fireplace with a handsome fire crackling inside it. Hermione couldn't wait to see her room. She looked up and saw a small staircase leading to three oak doors.
She walked up and chose the one on the right. When Hermione opened the door, she almost fainted. It was much better than the common room, for one reason: there were bookcases lined up all along her golden yellow walls, each one filled with books, like the one in the common room. Her bed was pure scarlet silk with gold pillows. Crookshanks was curled up in the middle, purring loud as ever. *I wonder what the bathroom looks like* She walked out of her room and took the door in the middle. There was a giant bathtub, a shower, a sink, and a toilet. The bathtub had a bung of different taps, much like the one in the prefects' bathroom. Hermione had a sudden urge to take a bath.
She went back to her room, grabbed a night shirt, and headed back to the bathroom. She turned to lock the door, but there wasn't one. So she tried to remember the sealing charm. "Oooh what is it? Come on Hermione. think think think!" she kept saying over and over to herself. Finally she gave up. "Malfoy's probably sleeping or something. I haven't seen him since he walked inside. I just hope he is."
Hermione took the chance, turned on the taps, undressed and got in. *Well, Ron's not looking too bad this year. He actually managed not to grow over and inch this summer. He's already as tall as him mum. Plus, He's got a great sense of humor, and he's nice. Oh what am I talking about? He would never like me that way. Were best friends! It's just not-* at that moment, the bathroom door swung open, and who was standing there-
"MALFOY!"
"GRANGER!"
Draco just stood there. He couldn't think straight. He didn't know what to do.
"Get OUT malfoy!!!" Hermione screamed.
"Oh er- right. sorry." Draco left with his face the color of the common room walls. But Hermione's face was blue. She had forgotten how to breathe, until it all came flowing back to her. *OH MY GOD! That did *not* just happen! Okay. so I'll just get out go straight to my room and hide there for the rest of my life!*
Hermione dressed quickly, peaked out the door to make sure Draco was out of sight, and set off to her room.
"You know, there is suck thing as a lock, Granger." Said a voice. Hermione started, and looked around. "Down here." She looked over the balcony and saw Draco sitting in his chair, reading a book, in only black flannel night pants.
"Are you reading a book?" Hermione asked.
"Don't look so surprised. Like I said, your not the only smart person in this school, granger. I also said there is such thing as a lock."
"Well, not on that door."
"Charms, then."
"I-er. I forgot." Hermione said quietly.
"What's that, granger? You forgot? Could I get that in writing? Hermione Granger actually forgot something."
"Shut it. I'm going to bed." She turned to open the door but before she did-
"Colloportus."
"I'm sorry?" Hermione asked.
"Colloportus. The Charm to seal." Draco said.
*I'm so stupid! How could I forget that?*
"Am I hearing correctly? Is Draco Malfoy actually helping somebody? Helping Hermione Granger, for that matter. Can I get this in writing?" Hermione said, imitating Draco.
"Ha, ha, ha." He said sarcastically. "I'm not helping you; I just don't want to ever walk in on that disturbing image again."
"Good night, Malfoy." Hermione said sternly, turning into her bedroom.
~It wasn't *that* disturbing. What am I saying?! That image will haunt me forever! There, that's better.~
*I can't believe I saw malfoy reading *and* without a shirt! Two things I thought I would never see! But, if I put some one else's head on that body. Eww no! It's Malfoy for goodness sake!*
"Pull yourself together Hermione! Good night Crookshanks." She said, before drifting off to sleep.