My So Called Perfect Life

Wow. I can't believe that people are actually reading this story and enjoying it. Anyways (do I say that too much?), here's the next chapter. Hope you like it. And thank – you to everyone who reviewed.

Recap

"Aren't you coming?" he asked.

"You go ahead. I have to go to the Head's cabin to take care of some stuff. I'll join you later," she answered.

Harry nodded and walked away. Hermione turned around and walked in the opposite direction to go to the Head's cabin. For the first time she allowed herself to wonder who the Head Boy was.

'Maybe it's Justin or Charlie (AN: I just made up a name),' she speculated. 'Oh well, I'll find out soon enough,' she thought as she faced the door of the Head's cabin. She took a deep breath, opened the door and froze.

"YOU!"

Chapter 4

"GRANGER!" What are you doing here?" asked Draco Malfoy, the current occupant of the cabin.

"I'm the new Head Girl. What are you doing here?" Hermione inquired (okay – yelled) just as loudly.

"I'm the Head Boy."

They stared at each other in horror, each one trying to figure out their next move. Finally Hermione (who was by now tired of standing) stepped into the cabin. Malfoy retreated further into the cabin.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm sitting down."

"Well, go sit somewhere else. I am not going to share a cabin with a mudblood."

"Yeah well you don't have much choice do you, seeing as I'm the new Head Girl," responded Hermione, trying to ignore the stab of pain that had surfaced in her heart when he called her a mudblood. Even though he had been doing it for seven years now, the sting had not faded.

"Why aren't you sitting with the Dream Team?"

"Why aren't you sitting with Crabbe and Goyle?"

Draco fell silent at that. The truth was that he didn't want to sit with Crabbe and Goyle because he wanted to be by himself. He had wanted some time on his own to think about the coming year. He would be eighteen by the end of the year. The right age to get the death mark. He didn't want it, but he had no choice. He knew that his father wouldn't listen to him. Every Malfoy had to get the Dark Mark. There wasn't any room for discussion.

That's why Draco had wanted some time on his own. He was considering his future. If someone had tried to interrupt him a few minutes ago, he would have beat them to a bloody pulp, but for some reason Hermione's presence didn't bother him all that much, which just confused him.

Draco looked at Hermione from the corner of his eye. She was staring out the window. There was something about her that had always gotten to him. It was almost as if the outer layer wasn't the real Hermione. She was fine until the fourth year. But she was a changed woman when she entered the fifth year. She didn't talk as much. She barely ever raised her hand to answer questions (I know this doesn't follow along with the fifth book, but please just pretend that it does). She still hung out with the Dream Team, but she wasn't with them as often. It was almost as if she didn't want to call attention to herself.

'Wonder what happened to her?' he questioned to himself.

Then he realized what he was doing. He was actually spending time thinking about Hermione Granger, a mudblood. Draco turned his head away from her in disgust.

Meanwhile Hermione was concentrating on how happy she was that she was finally returning to Hogwarts. No more creeping around the house late at night. No more spending the night in terror the he was going to enter the room and beat her senseless. Hermione smiled to herself.

Draco froze when he realized how beautiful she looked when she smiled. He had turned around to ask her what she was still doing in the cabin when he caught her smiling. Her whole face transformed when she smiled. Her face lit up and her eyes turned brighter. Draco wondered what she was thinking about that.

Once again he realized what he was doing and almost kicked himself. He was admiring a mudblood. What was wrong with him?

"Granger, what the hell are you still doing here?" he asked rudely.

Hermione turned away from the window and stared straight into Draco's steel gray eyes. "I have just as much of a right to be here as you do," she answered back calmly, her eyes not wavering once.

"Get real! A mudblood like you isn't fit to clean my boots let alone sit in the same cabin as me. Just because I put up with you in school doesn't mean that I will here. Got it?"

"Malfoy, why don't you do us all a favour and crawl back to where you came from?"

"Malfoy's never crawl. And if anyone's going to crawl, it's gonna be you."

"Is that the best you can do?"

"I can do damn better, but you're just not worth it."

Hermione flinched. "You're not worth it." That one little sentence destroyed all the happiness she was feeling a minute ago.

'What did I expect? I am worthless.' Hermione thought bitterly as she valiantly tried to hold back the tears gathering in her eyes.

Just then someone knocked on the cabin door. Draco stood up to open it. On the other side was the kind old witch who always sold candy on every train ride. Hermione saw her chance to escape. She quickly walked up to the lady, bought a few chocolate frogs, paid for them and ran out, leaving Draco behind, looking after her.

'Was she crying?' he asked himself as he watched the retreating figure of Hermione Granger.

Hermione ran down the hallway until she reached the washroom (does the Hogwarts Express have washrooms? If it doesn't just pretend that it does. You know what, it should have washrooms. It seems stupid not to. I mean what if you really need to go? Do you just hold it in? What if you try, but you can't hold it in? Okay, I'm rambling. I'll stop). She quickly entered. Thankfully there was no one there. She stared at the mirror and tried to compose herself.

'It doesn't matter what Malfoy thinks of me! He's just a stupid git. His opinions are worthless, absolutely worthless.' Somehow this made Hermione feel better, so she just kept repeating it to herself over and over again until she felt that she was ready to leave. She quickly dashed away the tears that had managed to leak through and walked out of the washroom.

She kept walking down the hallway until she reached the cabin where her friends were sitting. She looked inside and saw that Harry and Ginny sat on one side and Ron sat on the other. They were, predictably, talking about Quidditch. Hermione walked inside and sat down beside Ron.

"Hey 'Moine. Did you find the Heads' cabin?" Ron asked.

"Yep. I just came from there. I bought some chocolate frogs on the way. Have some," Hermione said as she passed around the chocolate. She watched as Harry and Ron pigged out on it.

Ginny turned to Hermione. "So, who's the Head Boy?"

"Malfoy."

Harry and Ron snapped to attention at that.

"What?! He's the new Head Boy?" screamed Ron.

"Yes Ron and there's no need to yell. My hearing is perfectly fine." Responded Hermione as she tried to ignore the pieces of chocolate that had flown out of Ron's mouth when he had yelled.

"Oh Hermione, I'm so sorry," Ginny said.

Hermione smiled at her. "It's okay Ginny. I'll live."

"If he ever gives you any trouble just come to us, okay Herms," Harry said.

"What could you do?" she asked, genuinely curious.

"Let's just say that "stray" bludgers have a tendency to "accidentally" hit players during Quidditch matches," Harry replied.

Hermione laughed. She was so glad that she had such wonderful friends. It almost made her feel not so worthless.

They talked about random things and in no time at all, they were there. Everyone got of the train and went towards the carriages that took them to the school. Harry, Ron Hermione, and Ginny all piled into one carriage and were on their way.

They reached the school a few minutes later and walked out. They all ran to the front door and hurried inside. Wonderful smell were coming in from the Great Hall (pretend they can smell the food from the kitchens). They all ambled into the Great Hall and prepared themselves for the sorting ceremony.

One hour later, Hermione was stuffing herself with food. She hadn't had breakfast. The only thing she had eaten the whole day was the chocolate frog. She was starving.

A half hour and two refills later, she was finally stuffed. She glanced at her watch and realized that it was time to go.

Little by little the Great Hall was starting to empty out. Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood up. Ginny had left earlier to join some of her other friends.

"Well I have different rooms now, so I guess this is good night." Hermione said.

"G'night Hermione," Harry replied. Ron just nodded.

Hermione and the boys split up. She made her way to the Heads' dorm rooms. She said the password, walked in, and once again found herself face to face with Draco Malfoy.

That wasn't one of my better chapters was it? Sorry the ending was so hurried. Anyways (I do say that too much) please tell me what you think. Hope you liked it.