Disclaimer: Again, characters are not mine! And you've probably figured
out who the Head Boy is. That's ok though.
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As part of her duty as Head Girl, accompanied by the Head Boy, whom she had yet to meet, she and he were supposed to thoroughly search all the corridors for students that had strayed away from the group while they were being led to their common rooms.
Dumbledore called the two to their duties and this is when Hermione would find out. She'd been dying to know who she'd be working with.
She approached Dumbledore first and shortly after the Head Boy made his way to the faculty table.
Hermione turned her head as he stepped forward. His head was bent over, as if in deep contemplation, but his silver blonde hair gleamed and a few strands hung in his face. When he reached his destination, he lifted his head up and ignored Hermione. Her face had disappointment and frustration written all over it. It was going to be a long year.
"I believe you both know your duties. I know that you two don't get along very well, but try to keep it...civilized" he said rather uncertainly but a gleam of hope lie in his eyes. He looked from one to the other as they nodded in compliance and he turned and left the two alone.
"Truce?"
He seemed to be deep in thought but snapped to attention when she said his name.
"Malfoy? Truce?" she said, holding her hand out.
Draco eyes turned a cold gray and he walked away in disgust. Hermione sighed and walked away, anger present in every step she took. She blew past him and hit his shoulder on the way by. He merely shrugged it off and continued at his leisurely pace.
Filch passed Draco in the hallway and the two nodded a greeting to the other and kept walking. Draco didn't actually mind doing this task. It gave him a serenity he could not seem to find anywhere else. The school, as big as it was, was filled with a warm welcome unlike the dungeons of Slytherin. The candles in the hall glowed and the flames danced merrily as they cast shadows on the wall.
Draco found no one straying behind their group and he retired to the common room where he found Hermione, not surprisingly, reading up on various things for her classes.
He walked past her and went up the staircase. Here he found his room to the left and on it was a plaque that read, "Draco Malfoy" in silver letters on a black background. He opened the door, slipped in, and cut him self off to enjoy his own privacy.
Hermione didn't stay up long either and she too found her room. Her room was on the right and had a plaque that read, "Hermione Granger" in gold letters on a red background.
She crawled into her bed and succumbed to exhaustion. The day had dragged on forever. She couldn't even imagine what the rest of the year would feel like.
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The next morning was the day they started classes. She woke up to a deserted common room. The crackling of the fire made it feel homier and the warm flames beckoned her to come nearer.
She ignored the greeting and walked slowly to breakfast. She found Ron and Harry already at the table, stuffing their faces.
"Morning you guys!"
"Morning 'Mione!"
Hermione took a seat across from the two and filled her plate with delicious food. The sweet aroma filled her lungs and she sighed when she realized that classes would start soon. Normally she would have been excited, but something this year was just different.
Ron looked up at her and smiled and she put a forkful of food in her mouth. Ron picked up his goblet in an overly-proper fashion with his pinky extended and Hermione burst out laughing. The sight was completely amusing. Harry, totally unaware of what had just occurred, looked around quizzically.
"What happened?"
Hermione and Ron couldn't stop laughing enough to explain, so Harry just shrugged his shoulders.
"Ron, you going to go out for Quidditch this year again?" asked Harry.
"You bet!"
"Good! We're getting the House Cup this year. So the team is going to be worked hard."
"How hard?"
"Practice everyday, rain or shine."
"You're kidding, right?"
"Not at all." replied Harry. "I mean, if it seems you guys are being run into the ground, we won't keep that schedule up, but at least for the pre- season we will."
"You had me real scared right there. Don't, whatever you do, scare me like that again."
Harry chuckled lightly and Hermione joined in. She wasn't much for talking about Quidditch. Sure, the sport was fascinating, but she never took much interest.
"When's the first match?"
"In about four weeks. So, we have a lot to do between now and then."
Ron sighed and agreed. The three finished their breakfast and stood up to leave. Their first class was Advanced Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall and the Slytherins.
"Great. Our first day and our first class and we have to occupy the same classroom as those pricks" commented Ron.
"Just ignore them. Don't let them get to you" stated Hermione.
"It's kind of hard when they are right there."
"Have some self discipline."
"Have what?"
"Nevermind."
Hermione looked at Harry and the two started laughing at Ron.
"What are you two laughing at?"
"Oh, we're not laughing at you, we're laughing with you."
"That only works when I'm actually laughing. I'm missing something here."
Hermione patted him on the head.
"Go back to sleep Ron."
Ron's face contorted even more with confusion. He shook his head vigorously.
The three reached the Transfiguration classroom and took a seat. Harry sat beside Ron and Hermione took the empty seat next to Neville. He sat flipping through his papers when suddenly Draco walked by and blew them all out of his hands.
"H-hey!" yelled Neville.
"Whoops. I'm sorry. Did I do that?" he said sarcastically. Sniggers could be heard from behind him.
"Malfoy. I would expect someone of your class would be more polite than the stupid prick you are."
"So you're saying I have class, Granger? How very nice of you to say..."
"If you consider living in hell class, then yes. You have class."
"Well, hell has been said to a marvelous place, now hasn't it boys?"
Draco turned to look at his posse, who were laughing so hysterically at the insult-throwing contest, all they could manage was a nod before they fell to the ground.
"At least my friends are intelligent enough to make their own decisions and not follow some moronic git like you around all day."
"Well, that doesn't say much for your friends, does it?"
"It says a hell of lot more than what can be said about you."
"Granger, if it weren't for the fact that McGonagall is coming; you would not win this fight. This is far from over."
"Nor do I want to win by default. I want to win on my own wit, something you don't seem to have much of."
Draco scowled at her as McGonagall walked into the classroom.
"Take your seats class!" she said sternly.
Draco remained fixed in the position he was for a few seconds more as he bore holes in the back of Hermione's head with his eyes.
"Is something the matter Draco?"
"No. Not at all Professor."
"Take a seat then."
Draco nodded and did as he was told, all the while keeping his eyes fixed on Hermione. Hermione was aware of what he was doing but chose to ignore it.
Professor McGonagall began her class. Hermione sat attentively catching each word that was uttered from Professor McGonagall's mouth and scribbled each one down on the piece of parchment that was in front of her.
When the class ended, Hermione regrouped with her two best friends and they walked to Herbology together. They had this class with the Ravenclaws.
"Friendly lot, those Ravenclaws" said Ron.
"By far more friendly than the Slytherins" chimed Harry.
The three walked the rest of the way in silence to the green house outside. Autumn was falling upon the school grounds and Hermione pulled her robes around her tighter as her teeth chattered.
They two houses piled inside and Professor Sprout, as short as she was, started the class. The period seemed to drag on forever and finally the class ended. When they were dismissed, Ron and Harry escorted Hermione to her common room to pick up some books for her afternoon classes. She returned the favor and the three of them traveled silently to the Great Hall.
Upon arrival, they took their seats and began to eat.
"What's up with the new Muggle Studies class? Why do we have to take it?"
"I think Dumbledore thinks it's a good idea to keep his students informed."
"Why can't our knowledge just stay within the confines of the wizard world, where everything is so simple and easy?"
"Tell me Ron, with how intrigued your father is with Muggle items, how can you not find them fascinating?"
"I don't know. I never really thought about it. Why are you okay with it?"
"It's an easy class for me. I'm pure Muggle, remember?"
"You are, aren't you?"
"Yes, I am. I see these things every day during my summer. Not to say that Harry here hasn't seen them either, living with the Dursley's and all, which I might add is less frequently."
"Well, I suppose it will be alright."
"It'll be a breeze. Don't worry about it."
"That's easy for you to say, Ms. Brainiac."
Harry and Ron laughed at his comment and Hermione pouted as if she was insulted.
"We didn't mean anything by it 'Mione."
"I know, it's just fun to mess with your heads."
With that, Harry pulled her closer to him and poked her in the abdomen. Hermione squealed childishly as Ron looked away from the situation, not wanting to intrude.
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A/N: Hey guys! Hope you liked it!! Please review because I'd like feedback on how to maybe improve the story...you know, tell me if I missed something or made a mistake...
Kinky Girl: I changed the title because I thought it seemed a little awkward...and I thought it'd be cool to have the title in Latin as well. Also, for later events, this title goes better I think...
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As part of her duty as Head Girl, accompanied by the Head Boy, whom she had yet to meet, she and he were supposed to thoroughly search all the corridors for students that had strayed away from the group while they were being led to their common rooms.
Dumbledore called the two to their duties and this is when Hermione would find out. She'd been dying to know who she'd be working with.
She approached Dumbledore first and shortly after the Head Boy made his way to the faculty table.
Hermione turned her head as he stepped forward. His head was bent over, as if in deep contemplation, but his silver blonde hair gleamed and a few strands hung in his face. When he reached his destination, he lifted his head up and ignored Hermione. Her face had disappointment and frustration written all over it. It was going to be a long year.
"I believe you both know your duties. I know that you two don't get along very well, but try to keep it...civilized" he said rather uncertainly but a gleam of hope lie in his eyes. He looked from one to the other as they nodded in compliance and he turned and left the two alone.
"Truce?"
He seemed to be deep in thought but snapped to attention when she said his name.
"Malfoy? Truce?" she said, holding her hand out.
Draco eyes turned a cold gray and he walked away in disgust. Hermione sighed and walked away, anger present in every step she took. She blew past him and hit his shoulder on the way by. He merely shrugged it off and continued at his leisurely pace.
Filch passed Draco in the hallway and the two nodded a greeting to the other and kept walking. Draco didn't actually mind doing this task. It gave him a serenity he could not seem to find anywhere else. The school, as big as it was, was filled with a warm welcome unlike the dungeons of Slytherin. The candles in the hall glowed and the flames danced merrily as they cast shadows on the wall.
Draco found no one straying behind their group and he retired to the common room where he found Hermione, not surprisingly, reading up on various things for her classes.
He walked past her and went up the staircase. Here he found his room to the left and on it was a plaque that read, "Draco Malfoy" in silver letters on a black background. He opened the door, slipped in, and cut him self off to enjoy his own privacy.
Hermione didn't stay up long either and she too found her room. Her room was on the right and had a plaque that read, "Hermione Granger" in gold letters on a red background.
She crawled into her bed and succumbed to exhaustion. The day had dragged on forever. She couldn't even imagine what the rest of the year would feel like.
* * * * *
The next morning was the day they started classes. She woke up to a deserted common room. The crackling of the fire made it feel homier and the warm flames beckoned her to come nearer.
She ignored the greeting and walked slowly to breakfast. She found Ron and Harry already at the table, stuffing their faces.
"Morning you guys!"
"Morning 'Mione!"
Hermione took a seat across from the two and filled her plate with delicious food. The sweet aroma filled her lungs and she sighed when she realized that classes would start soon. Normally she would have been excited, but something this year was just different.
Ron looked up at her and smiled and she put a forkful of food in her mouth. Ron picked up his goblet in an overly-proper fashion with his pinky extended and Hermione burst out laughing. The sight was completely amusing. Harry, totally unaware of what had just occurred, looked around quizzically.
"What happened?"
Hermione and Ron couldn't stop laughing enough to explain, so Harry just shrugged his shoulders.
"Ron, you going to go out for Quidditch this year again?" asked Harry.
"You bet!"
"Good! We're getting the House Cup this year. So the team is going to be worked hard."
"How hard?"
"Practice everyday, rain or shine."
"You're kidding, right?"
"Not at all." replied Harry. "I mean, if it seems you guys are being run into the ground, we won't keep that schedule up, but at least for the pre- season we will."
"You had me real scared right there. Don't, whatever you do, scare me like that again."
Harry chuckled lightly and Hermione joined in. She wasn't much for talking about Quidditch. Sure, the sport was fascinating, but she never took much interest.
"When's the first match?"
"In about four weeks. So, we have a lot to do between now and then."
Ron sighed and agreed. The three finished their breakfast and stood up to leave. Their first class was Advanced Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall and the Slytherins.
"Great. Our first day and our first class and we have to occupy the same classroom as those pricks" commented Ron.
"Just ignore them. Don't let them get to you" stated Hermione.
"It's kind of hard when they are right there."
"Have some self discipline."
"Have what?"
"Nevermind."
Hermione looked at Harry and the two started laughing at Ron.
"What are you two laughing at?"
"Oh, we're not laughing at you, we're laughing with you."
"That only works when I'm actually laughing. I'm missing something here."
Hermione patted him on the head.
"Go back to sleep Ron."
Ron's face contorted even more with confusion. He shook his head vigorously.
The three reached the Transfiguration classroom and took a seat. Harry sat beside Ron and Hermione took the empty seat next to Neville. He sat flipping through his papers when suddenly Draco walked by and blew them all out of his hands.
"H-hey!" yelled Neville.
"Whoops. I'm sorry. Did I do that?" he said sarcastically. Sniggers could be heard from behind him.
"Malfoy. I would expect someone of your class would be more polite than the stupid prick you are."
"So you're saying I have class, Granger? How very nice of you to say..."
"If you consider living in hell class, then yes. You have class."
"Well, hell has been said to a marvelous place, now hasn't it boys?"
Draco turned to look at his posse, who were laughing so hysterically at the insult-throwing contest, all they could manage was a nod before they fell to the ground.
"At least my friends are intelligent enough to make their own decisions and not follow some moronic git like you around all day."
"Well, that doesn't say much for your friends, does it?"
"It says a hell of lot more than what can be said about you."
"Granger, if it weren't for the fact that McGonagall is coming; you would not win this fight. This is far from over."
"Nor do I want to win by default. I want to win on my own wit, something you don't seem to have much of."
Draco scowled at her as McGonagall walked into the classroom.
"Take your seats class!" she said sternly.
Draco remained fixed in the position he was for a few seconds more as he bore holes in the back of Hermione's head with his eyes.
"Is something the matter Draco?"
"No. Not at all Professor."
"Take a seat then."
Draco nodded and did as he was told, all the while keeping his eyes fixed on Hermione. Hermione was aware of what he was doing but chose to ignore it.
Professor McGonagall began her class. Hermione sat attentively catching each word that was uttered from Professor McGonagall's mouth and scribbled each one down on the piece of parchment that was in front of her.
When the class ended, Hermione regrouped with her two best friends and they walked to Herbology together. They had this class with the Ravenclaws.
"Friendly lot, those Ravenclaws" said Ron.
"By far more friendly than the Slytherins" chimed Harry.
The three walked the rest of the way in silence to the green house outside. Autumn was falling upon the school grounds and Hermione pulled her robes around her tighter as her teeth chattered.
They two houses piled inside and Professor Sprout, as short as she was, started the class. The period seemed to drag on forever and finally the class ended. When they were dismissed, Ron and Harry escorted Hermione to her common room to pick up some books for her afternoon classes. She returned the favor and the three of them traveled silently to the Great Hall.
Upon arrival, they took their seats and began to eat.
"What's up with the new Muggle Studies class? Why do we have to take it?"
"I think Dumbledore thinks it's a good idea to keep his students informed."
"Why can't our knowledge just stay within the confines of the wizard world, where everything is so simple and easy?"
"Tell me Ron, with how intrigued your father is with Muggle items, how can you not find them fascinating?"
"I don't know. I never really thought about it. Why are you okay with it?"
"It's an easy class for me. I'm pure Muggle, remember?"
"You are, aren't you?"
"Yes, I am. I see these things every day during my summer. Not to say that Harry here hasn't seen them either, living with the Dursley's and all, which I might add is less frequently."
"Well, I suppose it will be alright."
"It'll be a breeze. Don't worry about it."
"That's easy for you to say, Ms. Brainiac."
Harry and Ron laughed at his comment and Hermione pouted as if she was insulted.
"We didn't mean anything by it 'Mione."
"I know, it's just fun to mess with your heads."
With that, Harry pulled her closer to him and poked her in the abdomen. Hermione squealed childishly as Ron looked away from the situation, not wanting to intrude.
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A/N: Hey guys! Hope you liked it!! Please review because I'd like feedback on how to maybe improve the story...you know, tell me if I missed something or made a mistake...
Kinky Girl: I changed the title because I thought it seemed a little awkward...and I thought it'd be cool to have the title in Latin as well. Also, for later events, this title goes better I think...