Disclaimer: Nope. I just wrote this story. All places, characters and spells belong to J.K. Rowling, with the exception of Ravenclaw-student Helena Stradford.

Author´s Note: I admit, I´m to lazy to come with something of my own, so it´s the basic Headboy/Headgirl plot, but (hopefully) this will not be like other fics.

Author´s Note 2: Since this is my first HP story, most of the characters will probably go out of character as the story develops. Also, if you don´t like fics where the author has changed some parts in the past, I suggest you go find another fic right away.

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A Raven´s Touch

Patil. Patil. Perks. Potter. Did she really say Harry Potter? Harry Potter? Oh well, why wouldn´t he come to Hogwarts? I do hope that I don´t end up in Slytherin.... Helena Stradford! The rather short girl walked forward to the Sorting Hat, and put it on her head. Almost immediately, she heard a voice inside her head. "Hmmmm, there´s no doubt about it. A great deal of brightness. I think I´ll put you in Ravenclaw!" The hat said the last word loud to everyone, and the girl went to sit at the table where people were cheering. When she sat down, she caught the eye of a boy from the Slytherin table, the one called Malfoy. For an unknown reason, he winked at her. From what her parents had told her, the Malfoy´s were feared by many, since there was a rumour that Mr. Malfoy had once been a deatheater, so she quickly looked down, and then turned her head to watch the remaining Firstyears who had yet not been sorted....

Helena came back to reality as the car stopped, causing her to drop the letter she was holding. "We´re at King´s Cross already?" she asked the driver, who just nodded in response. She picked up her letter, took her belongings and waved for him to drive off. It had been like this ever since her parents had been killed by He Who Must Not Be Named. Everyone seemed to think that she was a child who needed to be taken care of. She sighed and turned her eyes to the letter once again. "Miss Stradford, I have the honour to announce that you have been selected as this year´s Head Girl...." Head Girl. She must´ve read the letter at least a thousand times now. Head Girl. Her mother would´ve been proud, but a thought rested somewhere in the back of her head. Why was she Head Girl? Shouldn´t they have picked Hermione Granger? True, Hermione and she were just as good in almost every subject (and had been for 2 years), but Hermione was more careful, and she had more time on her hands. I wonder why they chose me? I´m already the Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain, wouldn´t it have been wiser to take someone who had less to do?, she thought, still with her eyes resting on the letter. She was so focused on the letter, that when she was about to go on the train, she didn´t take any notice where she was walking. "Ouch!" She looked up, and saw that she had been knocking Ginny Weasley over.

"I´m sorry Weasley", she said, while helping her up.

"Ah, don´t worry, and please, call me Ginny."

"Ok, then, Ginny." Helena was pretty good friends with the Gryffindors, but she still didn´t think she was close friends with them enough to call them their first names. After apologising once again, she began to wok her way toward the Head Boy and Girl´s compartment.

"Hey, Stradford!" She turned her head and walked back to the compartment she had just been walking past. In it sat Granger, Potter and Weasley.

"Hi. Shouldn´t you be sitting in the Prefect´s compartment?" Helena asked, giving them a confused look.

"No, it said in the letters that we didn´t have to sit together with the other prefects this year, don´t you remember?" Ron Weasley answered, giving her a just as confused look as she had been giving him.

"Oh...right." She gave a faint smile and tried to sneak away, but just as she was about to, she heard Granger´s voice asking; "You´re not the new Head Girl are you?" There really was no point in carrying on like this, so she answered truthfully "Actually, I am." It wasn´t until now she saw Hermione´s sad look and she quickly added "But personally, I think they did something wrong, so I´ve been walking around all week waiting for a letter saying "Sorry for the inconvenience, but there has been a mistake...."" she laughed "Now I´ll just have to figure out who the Head Boy is." She waved to them and left. She had a feeling that she knew who the Head Boy was, and she didn´t like it. It wasn´t Terry, ´cause she had been talking to him a few days ago, and it was obviously not Weasley, since he was in the compartment with Potter and Granger, which only left two possible persons left. MacMillan and Malfoy. Ah well, she would soon find out, as she was a few feet away from the Head Boy and Girl´s compartment door. She pushed it, and it creaked open.

She couldn´t see anyone, until she heard a low voice. "It´s you Stradford? And I who thought I´d have to spend the year living next to the mudblood." She shuddered at his last word and sat down as far away from him as she could. After a while she noticed that Draco was staring at her, in a way that made her feel uncomfortable. "What?"

"I was just thinking how lucky I was."

She raised an eyebrow. "In what way?"

He gave her a smirk, and his eyes travelled down her body. She felt her eyes widening as his smirk grew wider, which made her feel even more uncomfortable than before. She just glared at him though, knowing he´d be walking around reminding her of that she blushed, so she waited. His eyes met hers pretty soon, and he finally answered. "At least you´re a pureblood Stradford."

She rolled her eyes. "I bet that´s the closest to a compliment you´ll ever get, right Malfoy?"

"If I have to be honest, well then...yes." He smirked, and to Helena´s big surprise, he walked over and sat down beside her. A little to close, in Helena´s opinion. Oh well, as long as he didn´t try to do anything.

The rest of the trip went fairly well, Malfoy didn´t stare at her, and he didn´t annoy her, so she could sit reading a book without problems. One thing bothered her though, and that was that Malfoy seemed to get closer and closer to her every time she looked up, just to make sure he wasn´t doing anything. Actually, he was sitting so close to her that he touched her, but she wasn´t going to be the one giving him more space. Suddenly she felt a hand touching the skin on her right arm, and she almost jumped because of the sudden touch. She looked down at her arm, and noticed that Malfoy had wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "What Stradford? You´re ok?", Malfoy asked, with a wide smirk and false concern.

"I would be if you could keep your hands off me." She shook her shoulders to try getting his hand off, but he had a too firm grip. She noticed that he looked more pleased with himself when she did this, so she quickly stopped. She decided to ignore him, but when he noticed that, he instantly drew her closer to him. She turned to look at him. "And what do you think you´re doing?"

"Isn´t that obvious?" He asked, giving her a mischievous smile. She made a face of disgust and turned to her book again. It seemed to work, since she felt his hand abandon her shoulder. She was just about to start reading again, when she felt something on the back of her head. God, now his fingers were in her hair! It was as if she had become lame, she just sat there, letting him do what he was doing, without saying or doing anything. He came very close to her, dangerously close, but he didn´t do anything more, he just kept his fingers in her hair. "Hmm, strawberry." Helena came back to her senses on that remark, and turned to face him.

"Wh-what?"

"Your hair. It smells of strawberries."

She raised her eyebrows, but decided not to be surprised by him, after all he hated her as much as she hated him. "Oh, so you´re saying you actually know how strawberries smells?"

"Yes." He didn´t say anything else, didn´t add anything that would make him more Malfoy-ish, which was strange, since he had never answered without adding anything that made her annoyed. He just stared right into her eyes, for which seemed like an eternity, until the train suddenly stopped. She took her things and got off the train. When she got out, she was glad that she had had her school robes on before going on to the train, since she wouldn´t have wanted Malfoy looking at her changing clothes.

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The sorting and the feast in the Great Hall were over, and now Professor McGonagall was leading them the way towards their new dormitories. For some reason, Malfoy had insisted that she would walk between him and McGonagall, and she had a funny feeling that he was watching her from behind. But she didn´t have to get her mind troubled on this for long, since McGonagall stopped in front of a big portrait of a very well-dressed young lady. "This is the entrance to your common room. Miss Stradford, your room is located up the stairs on the left side, and Mr Malfoy, yours is up the right stairs. Any questions?" They both shook their heads and McGonagall continued, "This is Lady Veronica", she pointed at the portrait, "And your password is Raven. Goodnight to both of you." McGonagall left.

"So, how does it feel to be all alone with me Stradford?" Malfoy had once again one of his famous smirks on his face.

"Makes me wanna puke." She replied. It removed his smirk, but she didn´t get any time to celebrate her small, but significant, victory.

"It didn´t look like you were about to puke when we were on the train." The smirk was back on his face.

She knew she didn´t have anything to say against that, so she quickly said "Raven" and entered, trying to get to her bedroom as soon as possible, but the common room was simply beautiful. She looked over at Malfoy, who had just entered himself, and was amused by the fact that even he had troubles hiding how beautiful he thought the room was. The instant he saw her looking at him, he quickly changed his expression and said "Hmph, not even half as nice as home." She hid a laughter and started walking up the stairs to her room. She had just started to walk the stairs when she heard Malfoy. "Hey, you want me to run my fingers through your hair, so that you can relax enough to fall asleep?" She turned around and glared at him for a long while before returning to walk up the stairs. God, this was going to be a long year...