She had woken up, showered, pulled on a tank top and a pair of jeans, grabbed her purse, and run out the door, much like the previous morning. When she got to King's Cross, she heaved her trunk onto a trolley, pushed it through the barrier between platforms 9 and 10 onto platform 9 ¾, and found her friends.
"Heya Harry, Ron," she said, grinning at them.
"Hey Hermione," they replied.
"Do you know who the Head Boy is yet?" asked Ron, shooting a glance at Harry.
"No, why?"
"Well," said Harry, chewing his lip, "Um..."
"If it isn't the famous Potter, the poor Weasel, and the stupid mudblood."
"Screw off, Malfoy," said Harry, pulling out his wand.
"No need to get violent, I just came over here to tell the Head Girl that we need to go up to the front car," said Malfoy, turning around.
"Wait, what do you mean we?" asked Hermione.
"I mean the Head Boy and Head Girl, you idiot," said Malfoy before walking away. Hermione gaped at Harry and Ron.
"We're sorry, 'Mione, we were just about to tell you," said Ron.
"Shit. This is going to be the worst year ever," Hermione said.
Hermione was seated at the front of the compartment, next to Draco Malfoy. Her arms were crossed over her chest, and she was looking out the window determinedly. They had to sit together, as Head Boy and Girl, but they didn't have to talk. Draco, however, figured out that she was not looking his way, so he took this as a sign that he could check out her new body. Her thin legs were crossed, and her shoulders were a nice brown color. Her chest was nearly popping out of her shirt, and Malfoy, as much as he hated her, just wanted to jump her right then and there.
"You know, Malfoy, if you'd put your eyes back in your head, you'd realize that we're almost there," Hermione said, turning around. She assumed that his stillness was caused by him looking at Pansy, but he didn't know that.
"I'll have you know I was daydreaming, and my eyes just froze," he said defensively.
"Right, froze perfectly on Pansy," she replied. The girl she was speaking of was sitting across the aisle and two rows back and waved at Draco when he turned her way. Everyone knew that she was like his own personal whore.
Malfoy breathed in, realizing that Hermione had thought he was staring at Pansy. Thank god.
Everyone changed into their robes, and filed out of the compartments after the train stopped.
Ahh, Hogwarts, thought Hermione. It's so good to be back now.
They took the thestral-drawn carriages to the castle and walked into the Great Hall. Hermione sat with Ron and Harry, exhausted. She wanted this whole thing to be over with.
The sorting began and ended, and Dumbledore got up to do his annual beginning of the school year speech.
"This year," Dumbledore began, "the staff has agreed that we should focus on school unity. Different houses cooperating and all of that jazz," his eye twinkled, "and therefore we will begin with two of the best pupils at Hogwarts right now. One is Miss Hermione Granger."
Hermione stood up to a slight patter of applause, wondering where this was going. He's probably going to go on about how the Heads should get along
"...And the other is Mister Draco Malfoy." Another patter of applause. Malfoy stood up.
"These two are our Head Girl and Head Boy this year. Please respect them. So back to where I was before about unity...The Heads are to be rooming together this year in order to promote house unity. And Mr. Filch has asked me to..." Hermione's head was full of thoughts as she sat down.
Room with Malfoy?! Is Dumbledore insane?! Malfoy will probably curse me or kill me or rape me or something awful! I can't believe this!
"I swear to god, Hermione, if he does anything to you, I'll murder him in his sleep. I really will," said Harry.
"This is totally not fair," said Hermione, sadly.
Hermione's anger at having to share a common room with Draco Malfoy melted away as soon as she stepped behind the tapestry that hid the entrance to their room. It was a huge room that had a high ceiling. There was a fireplace on the right wall and what seemed like an entire library on the left side. In front of the fireplace were two couches and a low table. On the far wall in the middle of the room, there were two doors, one silver and one gold.
"Well, your room is the gold door, Miss Granger, and Mister Malfoy, yours is the silver. You can only access the bathroom from the rooms. Have a nice night," said Professor McGonagall. She left through the way they came in.
"Bathroom?" asked Hermione.
"Yes, bathroom. What, do you not shower or something?" said Malfoy.
"No, as in bathroom. Singular."
"Oh. Whatever."
"Whatever?!"
"God, stop freaking out, you weirdo. What's wrong with sharing a bathroom?"
"Dude, you're Malfoy!"
"Oh, it's ok if you can't keep your hands off of me. I've been with uglier," he said, walking to his door.
"I doubt you've been with anyone," she replied, heading towards her door.
He grabbed her arm. "I'll have you know that I've got a line of girls waiting for me. So don't come in my room if there's a tie on the door," he winked.
"Agh, disgusting." She yanked her arm from his grip and went into her room. Her anger melted away again when she saw the king-sized four-poster bed. It had a bright red canopy on it with gold trim and matching sheets. Her room was painted in a matching color scheme, and she had a desk on the wall opposite her bed. Next to the desk was a floor-length mirror. All of her clothes (and there were a lot of them) were hung up in her closet or folded and put in a drawer. Maybe being Head Girl wouldn't be so bad after all.