Chapter I

Recap:

Hermione found her way to the Heads Cabin, the door had a Hogwarts crest inlay on it. She slid the door open.

"Oh no! Not you!"

Now:

A black haired boy looked up at her.

Blaise Zambini

"What the bloody hell are you doing here?" She asked in annoyance and amazement.

"Well, mudblood's got a dirty mouth." He replied calmly. Suddenly he whipped out his wand.

"Scourgif..!"

"Protego!"

Hermione was too quick for him. Blaise shot her a death glare.

"Well, I hope there's nothing going on in here that I wouldn't approve of." Professor McGonagall said sharply as she walked through the door.

"No Professor" Hermione said a little too quickly.

McGonagall gave her and Blaise a sharp stare and then continued.

"Now, Mr. Zambini, I thank you for substituting for Mr. Malfoy while he is gone, but I must tell you that you must act like head boy in every way, and take on any responsibilities that are bestowed upon you, do you understand?"

"Yes Professor, I understand."

Hermione had been not listening due to the silent fit of rage she was having toward Blasie that she almost didn't realize what the professor had said.

"Excuse me professor, did you just say that Malfoy is the real head boy?"

"Yes Miss Granger I did, Mr. Zambini is filling in for him until he returns."

" But where has he gone… Professor?"

"I believe that is none of your business Miss. Granger." she said in a stern voice.

"As I was saying, you two have been given the privilege and responsibility of becoming the head students for this year, you will need to patrol the corridors after hours every night, organize all school activities including all of the school Balls, Quidditch dates, and hogsmede weekends. I hope you two are up to it."

They both nodded.

"Good, now I must go attend to the prefects, and I would like you two to sit with each other for the remainder of the train ride, to become better acquainted. Oh, and meet me after the feast in the main entrance. Goodbye"

And with that she left.

Hermione couldn't help but wonder why Malfoy was gone. "Probably getting all trained up to become a death eater or something." she thought.

She looked over at Blaise, he was listening to his cd player, she could her what he was listening to.

Hey, hey, mama, said the way you move, gonna make you sweat, gonna make you groove.
Oh, oh, child, way you shake that thing, gonna make you burn, gonna make you sting.
Hey, hey, baby, when you walk that way, watch your honey drip, can't keep away.

"God I love that song." she thought.

When the last part of the verse came up, a wide grin spread across his face.

"Perv." she said softly. But couldn't help but giggle slightly.

She sighed and took out her own cd player and started listening to it.

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

She listened for the rest of the train ride.

A/N: okay I know it was short, and everything, but I didn't feel like going any further than the train ride, but ill probably update it tomorrow, because I like how this one is going, okay bye!