Disclaimer: I have not divorced, I don't have kids, I don't write books, YOU GUESSED IT! I don't own Harry Potter, and I am NOT J.K. Rowling, that author who takes too long to write books that I finish in less than 24 hours.

Author's Note: I'd like a lot of revvies on this one, I'll add all the love and hate and passion and angst I can think of.

HERMIONE

Dear Miss Hermione Granger,

We are pleased to inform you that your letter filing for Head Girl has been accepted by the staff and you have been chosen as Head Girl. Enclosed is the badge and a list of school supplies. Please be at the school a month early to discuss your terms as a Head Students and to get used to your new rooms with our Head Boy, who you will meet.

Professor McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress

Hermione gaped at the green ink. Her eyes widened while she read the letter for the second time. In a few seconds, she was rushing down the stairs, hurtling into her mother's arms. "'Mione! What's the matter?" her mum asked.

"I'm Head Girl!"

"Really? Charles, 'Mione got Head Girl! And on your birthday too! I'm really proud of you!" Her mother's amber eyes twinkled at her.

"How about poor old dad?" cried Mr. Granger. Hermione smiled and gave him a hug. "DO you know what this means, pumpkin?"

"What?" His face already told her the answer.

"I'm taking us out for dinner!"

Hermione squealed happily. "But don't you have work?"

"Doesn't matter." Mr. Granger had been up to his nose in papers and legal stuffs since he applied for his lawyer's job. He hadn't been spending a lot of time with his family.

"Hoorah! I'll go and get ready." She rushed upstairs, her now straightened chocolate hair flying.

~~~~

That night in bed, she lay thinking. She felt happy, but sad, but she couldn't fathom why. Then she remembered. Damn, why did that have to pounce on me on a wonderful day like this?!?! She could still imagine the looks on her face whenever Harry or Ron ignored her, busily kissing or placing their arms around various girlfriends, only paying heed to Hermione when they needed the answers for homework. What happened to the "golden trio"? Eversince their whores started kissing them, they've been acting differently. The y don't even talk to me anymore.

She mailed Harry and Ron several times, but they didn't answer her. One time, Ron had even accidentally mailed her Parvati's love letter. She'd ripped it open eagerly, and then after reading it, tore it up and burned the remains. They didn't know it, but a large hole had been chewed in her soul, left to be infected with misery. Tears fell on Hermione's cheek, but she quickly brushed them away. Her eyes ran out of tears a long time ago.

DIAGON ALLEY

Draco's silver eyes skimmed over the bookshelves. All the same books, he thought, and they still haven't gotten rid of those stupid books of invisibility. He was taking out a book when someone bumped into him.

"Damn, watch where you're going!" He stood and dusted himself off, and gazed at who bumped into him. Her.

Hermione's amber eyes flashed dangerously. He took note that she had slimmed over the summer, and her usually bushy hair had straightened, but there were dark circles under her eyes. Gods, Draco you're making yourself sound like you're attracted to the Mudblood! "And Damn you, Malfoy," she quipped at him. "What are you doing, shopping for school supplies so early?"

"And how about you?"

"Nothing that would concern you. And I asked you first." She smirked.

"And my reasons are also nothing that would concern you." He pushed her out of the way and paid for his books.

HEMIONE

She frowned. Over what, she didn't know. Draco seemed thinner, his pale blonde hair had been cut. Oh well, it's probably that he grew or something. She looked at the book Draco had dropped. Trumpet of the Swan. Trumpet of the Swan? That's a muggle book! Hmmm… never knew that git could read. Without knowing why, she paid for the book and left, going to Gringotts to meet up with her parents. She hurried. What if they accidentally bought fingernails from that unruly hag or something? She smiled. One time her mother was hexed by a senile old goblin and it took her a week to figure out how to stop her mum's ears from changing color and size.

A week later…

"Bye, Mione! Have a good time, and be good," her parents beamed, kissing her on both cheeks at the same time. "We love you so much." She hugged them and turned around, smiling, to go through the barrier that hid nine and three quarters. Her dad needed the car and had work to do.

The train only had one car, but she wasn't surprised. After all, it was only Head Boy and Girl. Someone yelling caught her attention.

"And don't you dare speak to me like that!" Lucius Malfoy, yelling at Draco. He slapped Draco angrily across the face. "I AM YOUR FATHER!"

"I don't have a father," Draco mumbled, only to be slapped again.

Normally, Hermione would've bubbled over with glee at the situation, but something told her that this wasn't a good idea. Lucius turned around and saw her. "Oh, god, the Mudblood's a Head Girl, this world is damned." He strode off and disappeared into the brick wall.

Hermione stared at Draco. He looked back. His hair was disheveled, and a large, purple bruise was forming on his cheek. "You're Head Girl?" he finally managed to say, standing up.

"Yes. You're Head Boy?" She picked up a parcel that he dropped.

"Yeah." What a stupid conversation.

"Okay… look, if we don't get in the train, it'll leave without us."

"I know that, I don't need help from a Mudblood like you," Draco snapped, back to his snippy self.

"Fine, be a ferret, Malfoy. I was trying to be civil!" Angrily, she shoved the parcel into his face and walked past him and into the train. He followed, sitting and sulking in the seat in front of her. "Um, what happened there anyway?"

"What do you think?"

"I don't know."

"Fine." He gazed out the window, revealing a scar running along the side of his neck.

"H-he doesn't beat you…." She stopped at the look at on his face. "Never mind…."

HOGWARTS

Professor Dumbledore and the rest of the staff greeted them cheerfully, with the exception of Professor Snape who was busy grumbling in the dungeons. "Hello, Draco, Hermione, how was your summer?"

Horrible, Draco wanted to yell, but didn't. Instead he replied, "Fine."

Hermione didn't answer, but Dumbledore didn't seem to notice. The other teachers bid goodbye and left. "Let's settle you into your rooms.

"We have our own rooms?" This came from Draco.

"Yes. Don't you notice that you see less of the Head Students?"

"Oh yeah…"

He led them to their rooms, hidden behind a portrait of a rather ugly mermaid. "What would you like your password to be?"

"Ferret," Hermione replied instantly.

"Bushy," quipped Draco, gazing pointedly at her hair.

"All right then, Bushy Ferret." The portrait swung open. "Don't be late for dinner." He left them to probably kill each other. She stepped inside, ignoring the mermaid's giggles and gasped. This room was almost as the Great Hall!

The floor was laminated wood, and there were paintings of Previous Head Boys and Girls smiling at them. Lining one of the crimson painted walls was ceiling length windows with mahogany frames and dark green curtains. A medium-sized table with two cushioned chairs was set in the middle. On the other side, The Hogwarts Emblem towered above a brick fireplace and on its sides were tall bookcases. There was a carpet on the floor that was set under a number of couches and sofas, and several large vases and flowers were scattered around artistically. Issuing from nowhere was classical music, and the end of the room were two doors.

"Why are you gasping, Granger?"

"It's so…beautiful." Then she remembered who she was with.

Draco snorted. "It's not even as big as my room at home."

"Oh, shut up." She dragged her luggage behind her. "You always manage to ruin a nice moment."

"Thank you." He snapped his fingers and his luggage floated ahead of him, making Hermione, who was struggling under two chests, brush slightly. "Which room is mine, and which one is yours?"

"I don't know, s'pose we just pick. I'll take the left one."

"And I'll take the right."

~~~

Again, Hermione gasped when she saw her room. It was just to her liking. The walls were a soft purple, and several glass vases were tacked onto the wall, filled with irises and roses, her favorite flowers. The furniture was white and the bed had all the fittings, in pastel shades and it was made of jersey. Another ceiling length window with lavender curtains was on one side, facing the bed. The other side of the door was white and had a different design, but she supposed that was part of the enchantment. She turned around to place her things in their proper places, but they were gone. Wh- They were already inside, the drawers opening and her things going in. Her violin case, however, flew onto the bed and opened. She laughed. This room seemed to know that she hadn't practiced in two weeks. Carefully, (her violin was a family heirloom) she tuned the strings and started working on her pieces. Gavotte, I hate this piece. Too many trills. Conveniently, the muggle music that had been playing stopped.

DRACO

Draco's room was also to his liking. The walls were a dark blue and his furniture was dark wood and very modern. His shelves were spirals, descending from the ceiling. His bed was black, and satin. Not bad, Dumbledore. I wonder how the Mudblood's doing. She really had changed, for the better. Slimmer, and, prettier. God, was he complementing her? This world is damned.

He thoughts were interrupted when the classical music stopped playing, and violin music issued from the other side of the wall. She knew how to play violin, too? Draco was slightly annoyed when she hit a wrong note. What the hell. I'm a perfectionist after all.

He walked out and poked his head into her room. "You're playing it wrong." He was surprised to see that her violin was an antique, quite expensive.

"And how would you know?" she asked angrily. Before she could argue, he snatched the instrument from her hands and began to play. I haven't played this piece since I got out of Suzuki Book One. Long after he passed the part where she made the mistake, he kept on playing. Hermione was watching him, astounded that he could play, her amber eyes twinkling. Those eyes are so pretty…he shook this thought out of his head and kept on playing. When he finished, he took a small bow and handed the violin back. "That is how you play." She gaped at him. "You can play violin?"

"Yeah, but I stopped when my father smashed my violin in two when I was in fourth year."

She looked like she was going to ask him, but stopped. "Do you play traditional or Suzuki?"

"Suzuki. I got to Book Ten when I was in third year. And how long has a Mudblood like you been playing?" Her eyes flashed again.

"Started a few months ago, I needed something to do during the summer."

"What have you been doing all summer, anyway? I thought you had Potty and the Weasel to snivel after."

"Shut up. That's my business."

"Fine." He left.

A/N: Ooolalalah….can you feel de tensione in ze room? I expect big, fat, juicy revvies. Please press that button over there.