A/N: Ok thanks to all my reviewers. To everyone that doesn't approve of this pairing, it was simply luck of the draw. I had no idea which character to use, so I asked my mum and she – not knowing what it was for – told me to use Professor Snape. I had sworn to myself that I wouldn't change my mind, and whatever she said, I would stick with. So there you have it. I am currently writing a DM/HG one though, so all you people that reviewed, telling me to write Malfoy in will get their wish. People who do like this pairing, carry on reading please!

Sphinxey: Yeah it did. I've gone back and fixed that little mistake now, but thanks for pointing it out to me! I'm writing another story for Princess Diaries (Meddling Michael – go and read it!) and in that one, Mia was wearing a blue T-Shirt so I kind of got mixed up about the colours. Thanks again for telling me, you're very perceptive you know.

Here's Chapter Four, so Read, Review and Enjoy!

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When the last carriage arrived at the castle gates, Professor Snape climbed down gracefully and swept up the steps, disappearing behind the door and most likely heading to the dungeons for a glass of Brandy and a headache potion. Hermione watched him go with a sense of disappointment. With him gone, she would be stuck with Malfoy for the rest of the night. And really, Professor Snape really wasn't all that bad. Ok maybe he was a bit mean sometimes, even slightly cruel. And yes he did have terrible mood swings and a very bad tendency to snap at innocent little fist years. But apart from that, he was a decent man.

Well, that's what she thought anyway.

While she was lost in thought, Malfoy thought this would be the perfect opportunity to 'make a move' so to speak, on Hermione. So he put his arm around her waist, and pulled her towards him.

"Hello Granger." He purred into her ear. She shivered and shoved him off. He stumbled, obviously not expecting the sudden push, and she took this chance to run up to the castle door. With one last look behind her at Draco, who was now leaning up against the carriage and smirking, she pulled open the door and slipped inside, shutting it firmly behind her. His smirk grew bigger as he pushed himself off the carriage and started ambling up towards the very same door the 'little mudblood' had gone through moments earlier. Unlike her, he took his time, and managed to get into the Great Hall just as Dumbledore stood up to begin his usual start of term speech.

"Ahh, and here's one of the Heads now." He said brightly as Draco scowled at the sudden attention he was being given. "Mr Malfoy of Slytherin will be your Head Boy this year, and along with Miss Granger of Gryffindor, who is the Head Girl, they will be organising the Christmas Ball we have coming up. It is a new tradition that we the staff, hope will catch on and everyone attending is expected to wear muggle attire as an example of relations between the wizarding and muggle communities. But enough about that for now. Will the Head Girl and Boy please make their ay to the front here?!" He beamed at this last statement, giving Hermione a large grin as he finished.

They began making their way up to the front, Hermione smiling and waving to various people whom she knew, and Draco shuffling along, making no eye contact whatsoever. Unknown to them and the rest of the people in the room, A Severus Snape was standing in a small chamber just off the Great Hall, listening to all the applause and smirking to himself, all the while thinking about Draco's facial expression through this entire hubbub.

This thought alone amused him immensely and as the clapping and cheering died down, he walked off grinning insanely, the thought of Draco Malfoy getting good attention amusing him more and more each second.

Meanwhile, at the Gryffindor table, Harry was staring at his plate of uneaten food, occasionally moving the mashed potatoes around to make it look like he'd actually attempted to eat something. His quiet stupor was interrupted by Hermione plonking herself down next to him. She attempted starting a conversation with Ron, but he was too busy with his lovely girlfriend, playing a game of 'footsies' under the table, to talk to her.

So Harry it was.

She turned to face him, and noticed he hadn't so much as touched his food. In a quiet concerned voice, she asked

"What's up Harry? Is something troubling you?"

Snapping his head up, he blinked a few times and noticed Hermione looking at him with an air of concern and worry about her.

"Oh, I'm fine. Just not all that happy with you having to share a common room with the ferret." He replied, now taking a forkful of roast beef and popping it into his mouth, relishing the taste of good food.

"Ah I'll be ok Harry" she smiled reassuringly, patting him on the arm. "And anyway, it's not as if I'll be sharing a bedroom with him, is it. Now eat. You need your strength for Quiddich Practice." She pulled a face at these last words and Harry laughed, remembering Hermione at their last Quiddich practice before the summer holidays. She had brought out 6 books and a huge pile of notes, which wasn't a good idea as the wind was particularly strong that day. Naturally, all her notes had gone flying and Ron and himself had spent the rest of the practice flying around and grabbing at them.

She had never quite gotten over that.

So he did as she had instructed, and began wolfing down the meal as if he hadn't eaten in weeks – which he hadn't, but she didn't know that. Turning his thoughts over to a certain Professor, he remembered his unusual behaviour back at the Hogsmeade platform. Just who had he been looking at? He looked over at Hermione again and it clicked inside his head. Hermione. He'd been looking at Hermione. 'But Why?' he thought, missing the obvious.

Another look at her solved that little question. She was a beautiful girl. What guy wouldn't look at her? But that solution brought up another flood of questions. What did he want with Hermione? Being the main one on his mind.