A/N Thank you to my reviewers. Here's Chapter 2, and remember. Reviews = Faster Updates. Ok, so I finally picked a male character for Hermy to get involved with. See the A/N at the bottom to see how I decided. Read, review and please tell me how I can improve this story, if you think I need to. As for the reviewer who said my writing isn't rubbish (Sorry I can't name who you are but I'm not connected to the internet right now so I have no way of checking, but thanks for your review) thank you for saying so. I'm not all too happy with this chapter. To be honest, I think it's a load of crap, but there you go. :-) Enjoy!

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Draco was in shock. How dare a filthy little mudblood touch his skin?! That time in his third year was enough to show him that Hermione wasn't a force to be reckoned with. The slap back then was nothing compared to this one though. The recent attack had seemed like she'd put all of her strength and hatred into it, which resulted in a pretty painful cheek. Although, he had to admit it, he didn't actually mind being touched by her. He just put all this down to how she looked now though. Because he had to admit it; she was hot. Surprisingly hot actually, considering what her hair and teeth had looked like back in their first year.

Really, Granger should be thanking him!

Without his little hex on her teeth, she never would have gone and got them magically altered by Madam Pomphrey and she wouldn't have that perfect, brilliantly white smile. She owed him.

He'd made his mind up.

He needed to have a little chat with his godfather …

Meanwhile, Harry, Ron and Hermione had managed to snag a compartment. As they settled down for the long train journey up to Hogwarts, Who should walk in but McGonagall.

"Hello you three. Miss Granger, I need to speak with you about a certain something …"

"Ohh. Yes of course. I'll catch you two boys later, All right?" She said as she stood up to leave.

"Yes 'Mione." They chorused as Hermione left the compartment with Professor McGonagall, practically skipping with happiness.

"You reckon she's Head Girl?" Ron asked Harry, trying to catch the chocolate frog that had just launched itself out of the small box.

"Most Probably. Hey, gimme one of those" Harry replied, reaching over and trying to grab one of the many boxes of sweets that littered the seat next to Ron. This continued for a while, until Hermione came back, glowing with pride and clutching something small in the palm of her right hand.

"I'm baa-aak" she sang, plopping herself down into the seat next to Harrys.

"'Ey 'Mione. L's e muh baagbn 'en." Ron asked, his words muffled due to the large amount of Bertie Bott's every flavour beans that were currently crammed into his mouth.

"I think what out dear friend Ron here, is trying to say, is let's see the badge then!" Harry supplied, after seeing Hermione's disgusted face riddled in confusion.

"Ahh." She simply said, producing a shiny red and gold badge from her pocket, where she'd stowed it away when Ron had started spitting out bits of bogey flavoured bean.

"Nice!" Harry said, leaning in for a closer look.

"Mfshhhe" Ron spluttered, trying not to choke on the pepper flavoured bean he'd just popped into his mouth.

"Thanks you guys! I can't believe I actually got the Head girl position! I wonder who the Head Boy is though." She smiled at the two guys, shooting Ron a disgusted look at the same time. Harry saw this and burst out laughing.

"Ohh … your face, Herms … Ron!" he managed to choke out before collapsing in a huge fit of laughter with Hermione and Ron looking on confused.

"What's up with ...?" Ron asked Hermione, jabbing a thumb in Harrys direction.

"Don't ask me." Hermione stated primly, polishing her new badge with extra vigour.

"You know, if you keep rubbing at it like that, you'll take off all the red on it!" He warned, before grabbing another chocolate frog out of the packaging and stuffing it into his mouth.

Taking no notice of this, she continued polishing until it was time to leave. Seventh years didn't have to wear school uniform, as long as the actual clothes they chose to wear were appropriate. 'That rules out most of Pansy Parkinson's wardrobe' Hermione thought, slipping on her school robes over the top of her outfit, which consisted of a pair of worn jeans and a hot pink tank top.

Al too soon the train was arriving, and a Professor Severus Snape was leaning up against a wall in Hogsmeade. 'Damn Albus. No other staff available my eye. Oh I'll get him back for this, the daft bastard.' He thought, snarling under his breath. Albus Dumbledore had practically forced him into chaperoning the students arriving. As far as he was concerned, they could all hang. What was the point in watching a load of hormone induced teenagers chatter endlessly about their holidays and who they had their eye on if he wasn't going to get anything in return?

All he wanted to do was sit down in his private rooms and drink himself happy.  Merlin knows it would be the only time he would be able to do so freely, without Albus or Minerva breathing down his back and wasting valuable drinking time.

They were all just a ball of quivering hormonal children as far as he was concerned. None of them with any sense or intelligence.

All apart from one.

Ever since she had come to the school, Severus had always had a grudging sense of pride for her. A girl who had her priorities right. 'You only had one shot at a good education, so why waste it?' Was his motto when he was at school, and it appeared to be hers now. With top marks in all her subjects and songs of praise coming from the other staff members, how could he not spot the shining intelligent girl that was Hermione Granger?

The simple fact of the matter was, he had spotted it. He'd seen it from the moment she'd stepped foot in his class 7 years ago, and hadn't stopped seeing it ever since that day. Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on how you looked at it, she had never noticed the eyes on her, or the hidden meanings behind his words. Yes, the Potions Master had a crush on one of his students. A very small crush, but a crush nonetheless. How could he not like her? She was practically a female version of him in his school days!

And now the insufferable – but brilliant – child was Head Girl.

Great.

With Draco being Head Boy, and him being his head of house, he would have to see her almost everyday.

Just Great.

The sad part of this whole thing was, he wasn't sure whether he was disappointed, or happy.

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Yeah so no one told me who I should use as the man in this, (Well, as I'm typing this, no one's told me so …) so I asked my mum to name a male HP character at random, and she picked Snapey. I hope you like it, and please review. If you don't approve of this pairing … get over it, it's happening.