A/N: Really thank you lot who appreciated my story. Hopefully, there will be more Draco and Hermione in this chapter. Eh... But I think I will only officially start the events of the two of them together in the next chapter. Heheh... This will have more Draco. Well, that's what the title suggest ;p!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, full-stop.

Well, enough said. Enjoy (at least try to)!

"What? Scared?" She asked innocently. The Head Boy still remembered the punch delivered by Hermione in their third year clearly.

The thought of it brought eerie aches to his cheek.

Making out a cool smirk, Hermione turned on her heels to get back to the Heads' Common Room and back into her own room.

Chapter 2: The New Life (Draco POV)
POV is Point Of View

A tall, thin but pale handsome boy placed his foot onto the ground of the Slytherin Common Room. The place was soon filled with a dead silence.

"What?!" The boy's voice echoed through the whole room. "Stop goggling at me like that! I'm warning you! And get back to your own work!" How much more dumber can these people get? Just his luck that he was stuck with them for seven years.

Blaise Zabini sighed in a corner, 'A dragon never changes its scales'. The young man stood up from his comfortable armchair, which was facing the shelves of books, and went up to the young master of the Malfoy Manor.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." He clicked his tongue, successfully earning the attention of Draco. "Not in a fairly good mood now, huh?" He posed the stupid question on him. Anyone who had IQ no lesser then a troll could easily figure out what the facial expression on Draco's face meant.

Draco glowered at Blaise, who was currently smirking down at him (Draco might be tall, but Blaise's just taller), "You'd better stay out of my business."

"Hey, cool down. I just heard some gossips from Parkinson and some other girls that you just made trouble for a Mudblood. But, unfortunately... Well, it backfired." He paused for a while. Enjoying every second of his taunting. "And you let her throw snide remarks at you... again, right?" He smirked.

"So what? Jealous that I got all the attention?" He smirked (too).

"Why would I want an attention as... dirty as that?" Blaise spat.

"Why, you bastard!" Draco's wand raised.

Still smirking, Blaise turned around and went back to his books. Leaving a pink-faced he's too pale, remember Malfoy to stand there and be thrown pitiful looks at.

He was not to be laughed at, although he had been the top-pick for jokes for the past six years.

He hated that Mudblood, Potter and Weasel.

He was supposed to be here, in Hogwarts, to make their life like hell (though he was just being a disappointment to his family).

He was born to be cold and unfriendly to people.

He was to be the best in his year.

And all those made him a Malfoy.

His hardened expression softened a bit as he thought of the last line. He was a Malfoy! But... how could he stoop so low? So low to like, or worse, love that Mudblood?

'Come on, Granger's not that great! She's not even beautiful. I don't see the point for a pureblood to even like her...'

'Ah...' Another part of his mind (namely, Angel) let out softly and dreamily, capturing the attention of the first part of the mind's attention (Devil's the name), 'She's so sweet...'

Devil mind screamed, 'You must not disgrace your family's name! Never! You are the Greatest-Death-Eater-To-Be. No Death Eater like a filthy, lowly, disgusting little Mudblood. Remember that, Draco!'

Angel mind spoke up for Hermione, 'Devil! Stop your nonsense now or I'll hex you into oblivion! Now, Draco dearie, as the Angel deep deep deep deep down in your heart, I really think you should woo that sweet little girl, Hermione. You know you'll regret it if you don't...'

Devil mind interrupted, 'Shut it, you bitch! Draco, you know you liked me better then that wench there, and you took advices often from me, no? So now, stop this nonsense and get back to reality! Go sleep now and dump your likes for her into the rubbish bin.'

"Merlin!" Draco groaned, "I'm splitting my personality! Fuck!"

He did not know he liked her, really, who would? He almost forgot what made him feel something positive towards her... Wait, he already forgot what made him liked her! Did she make him a love potion or what? WHAT?

Just this moment, someone interrupted his thinking.

Draco turned around and saw Hermione through a small gap between his door and its frame.

"What?" Draco asked, trying his best to sound impatient, and he seemed to had done it well.

"Don't give me that tone! I was just dropping by to tell you something."

"Fine. Say it and get the hell out of my room, Mudblood." Draco said harshly with his back facing Hermione. He was sitting on his swivel chair and facing the opened window.

"Don't you ever call me that again! I just want to tell you that Professor McGonagall just came and told me that, we... or rather, me and you had to get to Dumbledore's office. He needed to tell us something before the bell for the first lesson rings." And with that said, she turned on her heels and headed for the exit of the Heads Common Room.

Sighing, Draco got up from his chair and cast one last look at his neat room before following her closely.

"Come in, my students..." Dumbledore's voice rang in the pair's ears as they were approaching the door to Dumbledore's office.

Hermione stood there looking at the door for a while.

"Open the door." Draco told her in a bored voice.

Regaining senses, Hermione turned her head to Draco, "Why don't you open the door? I'm not your house elf!" She said and crossed her arm infront of her chest.

"Fine, we'll see who opens the door in the end." Draco replied.

The two stubborn Heads were standing infront of the snowy white door. Both of them were tapping their foot in annoyance.

Suddenly, the doors burst open and a tall old man with twinkling blue eyes was standing there, holding onto the handles of the doors in the inside.

"Now my Head Girl and Boy, this is not good. I thought you both had grown up. Come in." Dumbledore reprimanded.

They followed him to his desk. Hermione sat on an armchair facing Dumbledore, who was on the other side of the desk, and Draco was beside her. As soon as Draco's butt reached the cushion of the chair, he dragged himself (together with his chair) further away from Hermione, as if she was the foulest thing to be on Earth.

Hermione saw his actions but thought nothing of it.

'That's it, Draco.' Devil mind said, 'that's it.'

"I'm sure you both are wondering why there's a Heads Common Room all of a sudden." He chuckled before continuing, "We started this only from this year. The Heads in the past stayed in thier own house's common room. This is actually a bonus for you two because you both had the best academic results in the past few years. This room will give you more privacy, and it is what you'll need because there's lots of school events coming up this year. I want to see some co-operation in the two of you while planning for these events." Dumbledore got up from his chair and went to look at Fawkes as he continued with his instructions.

"I know there had been... feudings. You two better listen up, it's better to be friends than foes. Make up your mind, you will have a hard time if you both are still so stubborn... Friends or Foes?" Dumbledore sighed. "I need all the Prefects to come up with a plan to promote better Inter-House relationship. No offense, but to do that, you must get the Slytherins to cooperate first."

He turned his head a few degrees to his right and ask, "Do you understand?"

Hermione and Draco answered 'yes' and were asked to go. So, they got up and made their way to the door, keeping at least a good two feet distance between the two of them and were never looking at the other's way.

"Ah... And before you leave, remember to tell the other prefects the password for the Prefects Bathroom. It's 'Aromic Apple'. Also, I'd like to remind you that your bathroom will be the same as the other prefects. We did not install a bathroom just for your use in your common room. Good day." Dumbledore reminded, still playing with his phoenix.

"Good day too, Professor." Said the more polite Hermione, but Draco just went on walking to the doors.

After they had both left the office, Hermione berated at Draco.

"Malfoy, I seriously think you should go back and reflect on what you just did! That was very very disrespectful of you. You are the student and he's the Headmaster! I can't believe it. You are still that arrogant and... Argh..." She decided to give up. He wouldn't listen to her.

"So..." Draco dragged on with it before continuing, "What's your decision?"

"What?" Hermione asked, irritated by the fact that they would be living under the same roof for the whole year (not that they were not in the past).

"Friends or foes?" Draco rolled his eyes skywards, 'And she was supposed to be the brightest witch of our year.'

"What's your choice then?" She asked.

Draco stopped walking, and Hermione followed suit. "I asked you first, Miss Granger."

"Ok, I choose to be... friends." She walked away, smiling to herself.

A huge wave of relief and warmth filled his heart. 'I'll work hard to be friends, or... maybe more.' Draco thought with an evil gleam in his eyes. He now knew that Hermione would at least accept him as a friend already.

'Now now Draco...' Devil mind began with his lectures again....

Draco turned a deaf ear to it. He was thinking of Hermione.

She had soft features and a smile so sweet, though he had never seen a smile from her, to him. This often depressed him. Sigh. But let's continue with her appearance... She had an above average figure, but still could not be considered sexy. However, it was still nice. If not, very nice. She just had that kind of... natural beauty. When did he start liking her beauty? Wait, she wasn't beautiful. Maybe just pretty. There's tid bit of difference between pretty and beauty. Beauty is something more than pretty. Beauty contains more elegance than pretty. Beauty is more... class. Whatever she is, she was just the apple of his eyes.

He looked forward to be with her, in the same common room and during those plannings. Sigh. Why did he ever pull away from her just now?

Hermione reached the new Common Room, she muttered the password (friends forever) and stepped into the Common Room.

It had four main colours of decors: burgundy red, gold, Slytherin green and silver. A typical mixture of Slytherin and Grfyffindor. The whole layout of the room was like the one in Gryffindor Common Room so, need I describe more? except for there was no staircases. They were replaced by doors. One was that like an cold iron dungeon door while another was decorated with red and had gold letterings spelling: Hermione Granger.

Hermione turned and sauntered to her room before opening the door. Once inside, she felt refreshed and jubilant as the decorations in her room had Cheering Charm on them (those kinds that were effective even if used on objects). Hermione went over to her trunk and pulled out her books needed for the day.

"Potions, Transfigurations and Defense Against the Dark Arts... Hmm... All checked!" As she squeezed them all into her bag, she felt a 'something' grabbed her waist and was dragged forcefully backwardsshe had her wand on her bed, which was not within her reach.

A/N: Cliffhanger in my story! Hooray! Sorry, this was updated laaaaatttttteeeeeee at night and there's school tomorrow, so there's not much events in the chapter as I can't think of much in this span of time. I'll edit this chapter and maybe change a lot of the contents in here. So please Stay Tuned!

So... till then,
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