Wow! Thanks for all the amazing reviews and I know having Draco as Head Boy may seem a little predictable, but he plays a big part later on. Now without further ado...chapter three.


Chapter 3

The Confrontation

"WHAT!" Ron leaped out of the chair and rushed over to Harry and Ginny.

"That giant git and Hermione are going to –to live together?" Ginny nodded.

"I don't like it either Ron, but as you can see, I'm not getting hysterical."

"But-but...it's Malfoy! And Hermione! He could...do things..."

"Do you really think Hermione is that helpless, Ron?"

Harry, who had remained silent this whole time, spoke in an alarmingly calm voice. "Of course we don't think that, Ginny." Ron stared at him, but Harry continued. "But if he does try anything -- anything at all -- he won't live to see the new day." Ron dropped his hand onto Harry's shoulder. "That's right, mate. He'll never see the sun again..."

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Hermione had finally reached to the portrait of a young boy with dark blonde hair wearing wizard's robes too large for him. "Password?"

"Ephemeris."

"Yes it is. That's such a horrid thing to pronounce. Why couldn't it be-"

But Hermione never heard what word the little boy preferred because the portrait swung open to reveal the Head's common room.

The Head's common room was decorated in the red, gold, green, and silver. "Very original." Hermione muttered to herself. But I have to admit, they did it very elegantly.

The chairs in front of the fireplace were dark green with gold embroidered stars sprinkled over it. The chairs further back from the roaring fire were a deep burgundy red with silver moons and comets covering the fabric. The rugs were red and green as well. When she looked closer, Hermione noticed little red lions and silver snakes in what looked like a forest. She smiled to herself and continued looking around the room. That was when she noticed the dark figure on the staircase above her. The figure was only distinguishable by his silvery-blonde hair reflected in the firelight.

"Well mudblood, I didn't think you'd ever stop staring at that carpet. I'd thought you had finally realized your proper place in this world." A cold shiver ran up Hermione's spine when she heard that oh, so familiar voice. A voice as smooth as the blade of a knife...and just as sharp.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" The young man at the top of the stairs feigned a hurt surprise. "Me? Want anything from you? I'm hurt you'd think me so presumptuous."

"That's a rather big word for some one with such a small mind." Hermione retorted.

"Ooo...that one hurt, Granger. Right in the heart."

"Your sarcasm only proves your inability to be good and honest. I have no idea how you could have possibly become Head Boy." She gave Draco a hateful stare. "I suppose Daddy's money had something to do with it." He had been slowly walking down the stairs during this time. And now Malfoy looked livid. He reached Hermione and, in a low, deadly voice, he spoke to her.

"Listen here, mudblood. I don't need my father or his money to get me anything. I got this position fair and square, and if you ever insult me again, I swear the last words you will ever hear will be avada kedavra."

By this time Hermione was chocking back tears, and Malfoy knew it. He backed up suddenly and shot her his infamous smirk. "Goodnight mudblood." He scoffed at her as he walked back up the stairs.

That insolent, maniacal, atrocious excuse for a human being!" Hermione rushed up the stairs and through the heavy-wooded door on the left. On it was a silver plaque with the words "Head Girl" engraved on it. She was too upset to look at her new surroundings as she ran across her room to the bed, tore open the hangings, and plopped down onto the bed where she fell asleep fully clothed and tear-stained as she whispered to her self...sad water, heart dew, risse...


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