A/N: Hey everybody!!!!!!!!! I just want to let you know, I posted this chapter but won't be able to post anymore for a week because I'm going on a cruise in the Caribbean, but AS SOON as I get back, I'll post chapter 3!! I don't own any of the characters. . . although I DO wish I owned Draco...hehehe...anyways, on with the story.

Chapter 2: Hogwarts Letters

"Get out of my house!!" Mrs. Weasley shouted, her eyes narrowed to slits, and her hands on her hips.

"My, you call this a house? It looks more like a--" Lucius drawled, but Mr. Weasley cut him off nervously.

"It's not like I wanted them to come here. Because, believe me, Molly, I don't. It's the survey we do every year for work. This year I got stuck with Lucius, and obviously he brought his son--"

"—Who was in the middle of practicing Quidditch at our manor, so this had better be good. I don't even see why I had to come to this," Draco Malfoy interrupted, complaining slightly. Lucius hit him on the shoulder with the crystal end of his staff. "Silence, Draco," he hissed.

Mrs. Weasley glared at her husband.

[In Ron's room, later on]

"Don't worry, Potter. Father and I won't be here long," Malfoy sneered, walking around Ron's room in disgust.

"Good. My life has been terrible enough and I don't need you in it," Harry spat back. Mrs. Weasley opened Ron's door and said excitedly, "Hogwarts letters have arrived." She handed out Harry's, Ron's, Hermione's, and stiffly gave Malfoy his.

"Harry! Ron! I'm – I got Head Girl!" Hermione said excitedly, her badge in her hand.

"No surprise there," drawled Malfoy, ripping open his own letter. "I mean, Granger's always got to have her nose in a book, now doesn't she? A teacher's pet, the Mudblood."

"Malfoy," Harry jumped up and started to tackle him, or would've, if Hermione hadn't been holding him back. "Take that back," Harry growled through clenched teeth.

"Harry, just forget it. You know he's not going to stop. Just let it go," Hermione said. Malfoy rolled his eyes. The tense muscles in Harry's arms slowly loosened.

Malfoy pulled a letter out of his envelope and a badge fell to the floor with a small clatter. He started at the letter in shock. It read:

'Dear Mr. Malfoy,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted as Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Head Boy this year. Therefore, on the Hogwarts Express, you will ride with the Head Girl in the Head Boy/Girl compartment towards the front of the train. You will also ride in the same carriage as her up to the castle. After the welcoming feast, you two will report to Headmaster Dumbledore's office and wait for him and me there. Once we arrive, you will hear the rules and expectations, then you will be shown to the Head Boy/Girl Tower. See you September 1st! Congradulations!

Minerva McGonagall

Enclosed is a list of supplies needed for this year.'

Harry bent down and picked up the badge. The face plate was silver and the edges were bordered with a deep emerald green. There were two words engraved in the center: Head Boy. He ran his thumb over it and looked up at Hermione. "Malfoy's Head Boy."

Malfoy grabbed his badge and scoffed. "So what? Old Dumbledore thinks I'm good enough to be Head Boy? I didn't think so, but I guess I am, aren't I Potter? Even better than you," he added, seeing the look on Harry's face. Malfoy's silver-gray eyes taunted him. Harry glared back.

"Come on. I challenge you, Potter, to a nice, friendly game of Quidditch, " Malfoy drawled, emphasizing 'friendly' sarcastically. But Harry and Ron got a surprised expression on their faces, cause by Malfoy's abrupt suggestion.

"I noticed you Weasels-"Malfoy started. Ron's ears went red. "-have a Quidditch Pitch. Amazing you could afford it," he smirked at Ron on his way out the door. Harry made to follow him, but Hermione grabbed his arm. "Harry, Ron, please. It's Malfoy! You know Malfoy's. They're up to no good! Something bad is bound to happen!"

Harry looked into her pleading eyes, then left. Ron followed. Hermione tossed her head back and looked at the ceiling, then sighed. 'Why do I even bother?' she asked herself.

Outside, it was pouring.

"Come on Potter. What are you afraid of? The rain?" Malfoy sniggered, picking up his black Nimbus 2001, which was leaning against the house.

"Oi! What's going on out here?" Charlie Weasley came out, followed by Bill, Fred, George, and Ginny. Charlie, Bill, Fred and George had already left Hogwarts, but Ginny was getting ready to enter her 6th year.

"Just playing a li'le game of Quidditch. Perhaps," Malfoy said sarcastically, waving his arms around slowly as if welcoming them, while leaning against his broom. "you'd like to show us some of your 'talents'?" He smirked. "You better get your mum on the fellyphone. You'll be needing her," muttered Fred as he walked by Malfoy.

"It's a telephone!" Hermione corrected, her clothes dampened by the rain.

"Nice comeback, genius," muttered George to his twin while hitting him upside the back of the head. Fred shrugged. The boys left to get their brooms, leaving Malfoy and Hermione alone, but only for a few seconds. The intensity of the rain increased and the rest returned, looking quite smug. Harry looked at Hermione and a hard lump formed in his throat. Her shirt was now soaked, her bra completely visible. Yes, their Hermione had changed. "Don't tell me you're just going to watch?" he asked.

"Me and heights don't go well together," replied Hermione nervously.

"Come on, Granger. Don't tell me you're afraid of heights?!" drawled Draco, smirking again. Hermione glared at him.

"Come on, Hermione," said Fred. "You can be on our team."

"Well that's not fair," Malfoy pretended to be frightened. "There's eight of you, and one of me."

"You're point?" George asked. Bill and Charlie, who didn't really know what Malfoy was like, volunteered to be on his team. "Three to six," said Fred. "I think that's fair enough."

"Hermione, come over here," Bill said beckoning to her. She slowly walked over. "You can be on Malfoy's team with us."

"What!?!" Harry and Ron shouted. "She'll need a broom!" Bill shouted out to silence the two boys' protests. Hermione mumbled something. "What?" Bill asked gently.

"I don't. . . I don't know how to fly," she repeated.

"Well, let's see. You can share a broom with-" He looked around. "-Malfoy."

"WHAT?!?" Harry and Ron shouted again. Again, Bill chose to ignore them. Malfoy scowled. "What!?" This time is was from Malfoy, who took a step towards Bill. "I'm not sharing my broom with a worthless, filthy Mudblood." His eyes swerved from Bill to Hermione. He slowly walked up to her, his eyes a cold, steely silver. His sneer was so intense that it seemed all the years of hatred and loathing were about to pour out. He was only inches from her now. Hermione looked away from him and focused on Ron. Malfoy bent down a little so his mouth was now centimeters from her left ear. His breath brushed her earlobe as he whispered icily, "A worthless. Little. Mudblood. Like. You." Then he pulled back a little, took his hand, and jerked her head to face him, his thumb on one cheek and index finger on the other. Hermione's eyes glistened with tears. "You're nothing. You're a waste of space. You don't deserve magic. Dirty blood," Malfoy spat in her face. "Malfoy!!" Charlie yelled. "That's enough!!" He took a step towards him. Malfoy pulled his hand away and mounted his broom. A small tear leaked from Hermione's eye, but she brushed it away.

"Hermione, maybe you should share with Harry," Charlie said. Hermione nodded and walked over to Harry, who moved farther back on his broom, allowing her space in front of him. As Hermione swung one leg over the broom, she made sure Harry couldn't see her tears. Once she was seated, he snaked one arm around her waist to keep her from falling, and place the other hand on the broom to steer. "You okay, 'Mione?" he asked softly.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine," she said wiping her eyes. She was used to being teased and things, but never like that before. It hurt. And since it was from Malfoy, it hurt worse.

"Oh, how sweet," drawled Malfoy, rolling his eyes. "Can we just play some fucking Quidditch already?"

Both Harry and Hermione glared at him. "Mount your brooms. Ready, set, play!" said Bill. Everybody soared into the air except for Bill. "Oh!" Hermione gasped. Ginny looked down and saw Bill freeing the Bludgers, Snitch, and throwing the Quaffle in the air. Ginny grabbed it and soared off while Bill took off from the ground.

"Harry, how can you see anything??" Hermione asked, concentrating on not looking down. 'Oh this is bad.' She thought. 'This is very bad! I want to get down!' A sudden gust of wind knocked into her and Harry, and Hermione was forced to look down. 'OH! I really want to get off now!' Malfoy and Harry, who were now side by side, tore after the Golden Snitch. Hermione let out a small yelp, and Harry looked at the back of her head. "You alright, Hermione?" he had to shout over the wind and rain.

"Just. . . great. . ." Hermione muttered, more to herself than to anybody. Just then, without warning, Harry took a sharp dive trying to throw Malfoy off course. Hermione slipped through Harry's arm and fell of the broom. "HERMIONE!!!" Harry yelled. Head and Fred, who had seen what had happened, dove after her. But Malfoy beat them to it. Hermione was in his arms before she really realized what had happened. Everybody lowered their brooms to the ground, and, once Malfoy landed, she jumped off, angry and surprised. "What the hell did you think you were doing?" she yelled, thrusting her arms over her soaked-through shirt. It had stopped raining.

"Well, I thought I was saving your filthy ass," Malfoy spat. "Or did you want to die? I'll gladly drop you off my broom." Hermione just narrowed her eyes.

Malfoy heard an "ACCIO BROOM!!" and turned just in time to see hi father with his want out, pointed at him. He felt a sudden jerk and he and his broom went flying back to Lucius. Malfoy landed on the wet ground, the wind knocked out of him. He coughed and scrunched up his face in pain as he looked up at his angry father. He sat up, clutching his chest, only to be thrown back down again by Lucius's slap. "I saw what you did, Draco," he hissed. A faint read handprint appeared on Malfoy's face. He glared up at his father. "Why?" Lucius asked menacingly. Malfoy didn't answer. He himself didn't know why he saved Hermione. Lucius grabbed his son by the arm and started to drag him away. Malfoy could feel his arm going numb as he tried to get up while being dragged along. He looked up that the others, who were staring in shock. "And you think your life is terrible, Potter," Malfoy muttered. Hermione could've sworn she saw a tear trickle down his cheek.

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A/N: I know it was sad at the end, and since i love draco (Grin) it was hard for me to write him getting slapped, but i promise it will get better in the end! R& R!