Title: Some Things Never Change (Great title, eh??)

Author: The ever-famous NewSecretRose... just kidding.

Summary: In their 7th year, Draco and Hermione are Head Boy and Head Girl.... Everyone knows that it's impossible for them to be even civil to each other, but will romance blossom?

Rating: PG... for now. I really don't know how to, er.... Never mind.

Author's Note: I seriously doubted continuing this. It's really hard to write while keeping everything original. But thanks to reviewers, especially "gazy", I am most likely going to keep this going. Thanks.

Chapter 5-

Flashback-

"Harry- who are you in love with?" I called. He turned around and yelled, "It's........."

-End Flashback

Hermione POV

Just as Harry was about to reveal to me who he was MADLY in love with, George raced around the corner, clutching a pink letter. He was whooping loudly, and Ron was racing after him, yelling insanely. His face was still red from before, and I admit- he looked quite cute. 'ARGH,' I thought... 'how can I think that about one of my BEST friends...?'

"Er... Hermione? I better get going- I mean, I have to... er, use the little girl's- I MEAN, boy's room!" squeaked Harry. Oh, blast- this was getting awful. I was back at Hogwarts for a only a couple of hours and already the year was going all wrong.

I stomped off to the Gryffindor tower, and stopped when I spotted Draco- I mean, Malfoy- leaning against a statue of Wendelin the Weird, twirling something that looked like a key on a leash type thing. Without meaning to, I thought, 'Wow... he doesn't look half bad.' Then I remembered how awful he was- taunting me mercilessly, calling me names, and overall, he was a Death Eater in training. I sighed when he whistled at me, not in any wolf-like manner, but as if to say, 'come here.' I slouched over to him, and he said,

"I should have known that a Mudblood like you wouldn't remember that we have our own dorm." Oh, Gods. I didn't want anything to do with that God- awful ferret face. I couldn't believe that Professor McGonagall actually expected me to go with him- let alone spend an entire year in his company. Ugh.

"I'd rather gag myself with a spoon than follow you, Malfoy," I spat, dragging the last word out disgustedly. He stopped abruptly, then sneered and rolled his eyes. He turned swiftly, reminding me strongly of Snape, and stalked off. I closed my eyes tightly, and then opened them to find him gone. "Wait!" I called. I didn't want to abuse my position of Head Girl. When I caught up to him, he turned around, looking quite angry.

"Listen here, Granger. I don't like this any more than you do. So just stop trying to be all, you know, better than any of this...." He spat. For a moment, he looked confused, as if he hadn't said what he had wanted to say.

"I'm not above this, Malfoy. I just want this awful feud to just- ugh- stop," I stammered. I looked at his astounded face. Boy, he could sure make a bunch of facial expressions in a short period of time. "Not that I want to be friends or anything," I hastily added. He looked... I couldn't place it... torn? Relieved? Like I'd know. I didn't spend hours curling my hair and reading Teen Witch Weekly. I was dignified. I had better things to do rather than be some little teenage stereotype. "Just tell me where the stupid room is, or I'll hex you. And you know I will, Ferret face," I yelled.

"Whatever, Granger. Don't blow a gasket on me. Sheesh," he yelled back. He walked away and called over his shoulder, "Besides, I wouldn't want to even be on a truce with some Goody Gryffindork. No one would, except another one of them." I counted to ten in my head slowly. I knew that someday my temper would just fly out and end up hurting him. But for right now, I was keeping my pride.

I caught up to him for the second time today, and we walked silently and simultaneously. I could feel the stiffness in the air- both of us were angry at each other- and for good reason, too. Malfoy stopped at a painting on the third floor across from what looked vaguely like a bunch of dogs playing poker. Oh well, it might as well just be one of those... you know... things. The painting we stopped in front of was of a round, ruddy man who looked quite drunk.

"Password?" he hiccupped.

"Sang corrompu," he stated clearly. He turned to me. "Like it, Granger? I made it myself while you were busy flirting with idiot boy." I clenched my teeth and stepped inside to the common room. I was shocked. If you had drawn a room and drew a line right down the middle, you would have gotten our common room. It was split into two, and from what I saw, was decorated according to our personalities. My side was great- not too fancy, not too shabby. It was just right. In fact, it reminded me vaguely of home. It had a beautiful white fireplace with bricks surrounding it and traveling to the ceiling. The furniture was a deep red like the bricks, and squishy like the Gryffindor common room chairs. Most of all, the walls were a pale yellow- my favourite colour of all time.

I looked at Malfoy's side and nearly laughed out loud. It was almost all black- it had a black fireplace, black walls, and- I couldn't believe it- hard wood benches and chairs. I raised my eyebrows and walked over to an astounded Malfoy. He seemed to be muttering something around the lines, "How could they know?"

"Hey- Ferret," I said. He jumped and faced me.

"What on Earth do you want, beaver face?" he spat. I was taken aback.

"Wow, Malfoy. You thought of a new name for me besides Mudblood. I'm honoured!" I said. He shot me a look. "Anyways, what's with your side of the room? Are you REALLY that depressing? And why do you have WOODEN benches? My side looks like my house. Wait- don't tell me- you have that kind of furniture at your house? HAHA!" I laughed. He grabbed my arm.

"What would you know, Mudblood. So what if I grew up like this- you don't see me complaining," he whispered sounding deadly. "Now, good night." He let go of my arm and I looked at it. There was a huge red hand print on my pale skin. At least, I thought I was pale... everyone else thought I was tan but I clearly- WAIT. I'm going off subject here. I heard a door slam and I walked over to my room. I changed into my jimjams and climbed into my soft, cuddly bed only to fall asleep listening to the werewolves howling. 'Ahhh...' I thought, 'I'm home...!'

.O.o.O.

The next morning I was up at my usual time- 7:00. I raced into my own personal bathroom (Thank Merlin I didn't have to share an extra large one with Malfoy- the horror!) and showered quickly. I put on my robes- still Gryffindor, of course, and my Head Girl badge. 'Now, that looks proper,' I thought. I figured Malfoy was down at breakfast, so I walked over to my mirror (next to my own desk! YES!) and said,

"My, my, Ms. Granger, the HEAD Girl! Aren't you looking particularly..."

"Crappy today?" I heard someone say. I spun around to the door, my wet hair showering everything around me.

"MALFOY! You arse! Get out of my dormitory now!" He stuck his tongue out at me and I raced after him screaming, "Draco Malfoy, you are the biggest imbecile known to mankind! Why do you always tease me about this, torment me about that...? I can't stand you! I can't stand the fact that you're Head Boy, I can't stand that you're probably President of the Death Eater's in training group, or the fact that you're cute and it drives me NUTS!" He stopped abruptly (again!) and I crashed into him. He tried to get up, but I sat on him and pinned him down.

"Ugh- Granger, get off of me right now," he moaned.

"NO! Not until I can say this. You had better leave me and my friends alone this year. Every single year has been awful- mainly because of you. It sucks, I REPEAT, sucks to be put down every single day. Well, listen up, Ferret. I don't give a crap if I'm the ugliest girl in Hogwarts. I don't care if I'm the ugliest girl in the world. It's not as if I'm going to go out to St. Mungo's and get my face redone, or go to some truly crap beauty parlor to get my hair to be up to some shallow guy's standards. It's not going to happen. I care a heck of a lot more about where I go in life, and what I do in life, than to sit around and try to temporarily attractive. So SHUT UP for the millionth time! I don't ever want to talk to you again!" I screamed.

"Get... off... of... me... now...," he stammered. I lifted myself up a teensy bit, and he took the opportunity to seize me by my waist. He picked me up- I really must have weighed like, nothing to him- and put me on one of my chairs. "Listen, HER-MI-O-NE," he started, with one of his hands on my shoulder and the other one pointing at me. "You can't tell me what to do. And I won't shut up, because no one can make me. You think some lowly Mudblood like you can? Well NEWS FLASH- you can't." He started towards the portrait hole. When he got there, he opened it and said, "Oh- and by the way, Granger- thanks for calling me cute."

He slammed the portrait shut behind him, leaving me quite enfuriated.

.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.

Ending Author's Note: What do you think? Was this one too short? I loved the Draco and Hermione interaction in this chapter.