I Do Not Own Harry Potter.. I do not think I own harry potter. If I did I would be a rich girl..IF I WERE A RICH GIRL LA LA LAL ALA LALALALALALALALALALA for those of you who do not know Gwen Stefani's work OR have not seen Fidler On The Roof.. FINGER OF SHAME!..But I Still Love You!!

Light yellow dots came across Hermione's vision as she flittered her eyes open and looked down at her watch. 7:30am exactly. Perfect. She yawned and stretched her arms up, and got out of bed to jog over to her bags eagerly to look through her clothing items. She grinned as she fished out white brazillian jeans. She looked through a different bag, throwing various clothing all over the floor as she grabbed her new favorite shirt; a black corset like shirt that tied up (or down) from the stomach up. She grabbed her brown tinged wand from her bag as well, as she slightly tiled her head and thought of the incantations Ginny had taught her on the girl's night.She grinned as she picked up the clothing and undergarments as she walked to the washroom and knocked on the door. The knock remained unanswered. She walked in and threw her clothing on the ground. She rushed into the shower, as steaming water hit her temples and skin. She washed her hair, feeling the shampoo through her wet curly locks and moisturizing her skin with body wash. She quickly turned off the silver taps and jumped out of the bath tub, picked up her wand a repeated a spell, which made her hair now go from lion-like curly locks, to straight breast-length waves of beauty. She smiled, admiring herself in the mirror, as she picked up a towel and dried herself with the fluffy beige towel.

"GRANGER HURRY YOUR ASS UP ITS 8:00 AND I NEED THE SHOWER!" an angry male voice yelled from the room on the right. She sighed, as she realized Malfoy also needed the washroom and picked up her articles and pulled up the jeans. She pulled on a black bra, and brought the shirt over her head and down to cover her body. She grabbed the wand, the towels and the pajamas as she walked over to her side of the door.

"FINISHED MR.GRUMPY GILLS!" She yelled temper mentally as she slammed the door and soon heard the sound of running water and Malfoy's off-key singing. She giggled as she heard him singing a muggle song and she hummed along to the tune.

My goodies, my goodies, my goodies not MY goodies!

She heard him screech in a high-pitched voice, as he went into a rap solo. She sighed, thinking maybe these months wouldn't be that bad as she took out her wand and looked at herself in the mirror. She flicked the wand and muttered a spell, as black eye liner surrounded her eyes and blue eye shadow was placed on her eye-lids. She smiled as she struck a model pose and looked down at her watch. It was already 8:30am!

"MALFOY IT'S 8:30! HES GOING TO BE HERE IN 15 minutes! HURRY UP!" she yelled as she knocked brutally on the door, and ran out her own door, running to the television room and looking through her bag to make sure she had everything. She fished out her timetable and sighed as she read the subjects and teachers.

"Granger." Malfoy said, tilting his head and nodding at Hermione as she store at him, without even realizing it. Her eyes grew as she saw his baggy sweater and jeans. His wonderfully blue eyes store right back at her, as they both were surprised at the other's appearance. Overall, he looked pretty damn sexy. He brought over his green bag and took out his timetable as she had.

"You cleaned up pretty well, mudlbood. I would have thought it impossible for someone like you to look like that." He retorted slyly, with a bemused expression drawn onto his pale face.

"Remember the truth. What do you have in your classes?" she asked, ignoring the statement and not looking too much into the fact that in a strange way, he had complimented her. There was immediately tension between them as he came over and sat next to her on the floor .

"Drama: Theoret, Science: Wade, French: Soutif and Gym: Walters…What do you have?" he asked dryly, his voice a tone which tried to indicate he couldn't care less if he had all or no classes with the girl.

"Math: Lovett, Music: Porin, French: Soutif and Geography: Mallet Jones. We have french together." She concluded, as she folded the paper and stood up, as she heard a knock on the door and began to gather her things.

"Congratulations." He snorted, as he threw his bag over his shoulder and walked out the door, to be greeted by Mr. Wiley.

"Stupid shit-headed son of a bitch. " she mumbled to herself, as she stood up and brushed off dirt from her pants from the floor and walked out the door. She locked the door behind her, and began to run down the stairs, catching up with the two males.

The group walked down the stairs, no one speaking a word as deadly silence and tension was noticed between the male and female from England. They slowly marched out of the apartment complex and climbed into the silver jeep as Mr. Wiley re-started the speech he had rehearsed to them yesterday.

"Now Draco and Hermione, this is a privilege you two have. One mistake, and your gone. We want you to achieve your best grades, and to work as hard as you can. We Want you here-"he re-stated, bringing his hand in the familiar hand over head position.

"-not here." Draco and Hermione shrugged, as they brought their hands low like Mr. Wiley's. He shot a glare at them, as he continued driving, and pulled up into the parking lot of a large, beautiful school.

The school was swamped with students of all colors, styles and originalities, formed in little huddled groups in different areas of the school. The school was large, rectangular and toned to a dark brown color for the walls. The roof was large in area, and was a light beige painted color. Green areas surrounded the front entrance of the school, and tall, straight trees with bright green leaves and pines were positioned all over the areas. The green area was divided by a cement walkway, which lead the students to the front hall. Hermione looked around, casting surprised and awe-struck glances at the tall, perfectly invisibly clear windows that graced the outside world with the pure beauty of the inside. Paintings filled with beautiful colors and shades and shapes of all different miraculous mind-blowing beauty could be seen through the windows as Mr.Wiley cleared with throat.

"We encourage students to use their creativity at this school, and we let grade 12 students paint paintings on the walls. We believe it encourages individualism and is just all out more…Homesy." He smiled, as he began to walk forward, as Hermione and Draco followed him, Hermione still glancing, wide mouthed, as if they were in a utopia of beauty and freedom.

"Close your mouth Granger. You look as if your about to swallow-"he began, but before he could finish his rude statement, someone yelled over him.

"Je M'appelle une pomme de terre. Monique! Bien La!"A/N: yes.. very random.. BUT!! I Love it.. The translation into English for all of you people that don't speak French is : My Name Is Potato. Emily! And Bien La.. Its just a french expression. XD

A tall red headed be-spectacled boy yelled over a crowd of confused people who all gave the boy a raise of eyebrows as he grinned. His face was freckled, and above his hazel-brown eyes that was a silver and green piercing that was stuck through his skin. The girl he seemed to be yelling to turned around, childishly sticking out her tongue as she danced over to him, literally. She spun in pirouettes , her shoulder-length dark red hair twirling around as her bright, blue eyes widened in a grimace. Her freckled face was drawn into a crazy wide smile, as she bit on the tongue out of her mouth. She laughed merrily, as she continued spinning and closed her eyes, spinning in Draco, Hermione and Mr.Wiley's direction. Her eyes still closed, she twirled and twirled, before bumping into Draco, knocking him to the ground with a powerful thump.

Her body positioned directly over Draco, as she fell on top of his well-made chest from quidditch. Chests touching chests, she giggled as she took a second to stare into his beautiful silver eyes. He store back at her, his strong hands suddenly around her waist as they had a moment of simply staring at each other.

"Hey, sorry about that. I'm Monique Dobson." She said shyly, bringing her hands up from the position that was over her head and flipping back a wisp of his blonde waves of hair.

Ah..There it is. The smirk. Hermione thought, as she saw Malfoy bring his mouth up into his infamous smirk and bring his hands up to move a strand of rogue deep red hair that was placed right above her eye.

"No problem at all, Ms.Dobson. I'm Draco Malfoy, an new exchange student from England." He smiled flirtatiously at her, as he squirmed out from under her, raising himself up and reaching down a hand to help her up. She smiled, taking the hand in hers and she allowed herself to be pulled up by the strong boy.

"Thanks…maybe I'll..see you around. Draco." She smiled, before tracing a line across his chest with her finger and running off the join the boy named "Potato." Hermione watched as Draco store as the girl ran off, a distant glare in his eyes.

"Don't you just love the way Monique said "Draco"" he smirked at Hermione, his head brought up in a cocky stance, as Mr.Wiley gave Malfoy a death glare and continued on the walk into the front entrance.

YES! ITS MAGNIFICENT! GOODIES AND BOYS CALLED POMME DE TERRE! BADA BA BA BA! IM LOVIN IT!

Im sick.. So REVIEWS WILL MAKE ME BETTER!

Draco: I didn't sing goodies in the shower for nothing you know..

Hermione: No, you sang it because 1. You think we want your goodies and 2. Because you wanted to.

Draco: silence ….. shut up Granger

Hermione: Shut Up.. Ciara…

Emily: SHUT UP YOU SILLY WILLYS!