Draco quickly found an empty compartment. He seethed with barely controlled anger. How dare she? Who the hell was that? I know she said she was Granger, but I really doubt that.

While Draco was lost in his swirling thoughts, Pansy Parkinson crept into the compartment. Suddenly she leapt onto his lap, startling the shit out of him.

"Get the fuck off of me Parkinson!" he yelled. Draco stood, letting her fall to the floor. Pansy rubbed her bottom.

"Ow! Drakie-Poo, you hurt me!" she cried.

"Yep," he replied. "That was the point Parkinson." Draco walked out of the compartment in an even worse mood. Hmmm... I think I'll go talk to Blaise.

Blaise Zabini was the closest thing to a friend Draco had. Though Blaise didn't look anything like Draco, their reputations were the same. He was one of the most lusted after guys in Hogwarts, and he knew it.

He found his friend sitting in an empty compartment, like he had been before Parkinson rudely interrupted.

"Hey Draco," he said. After looking at him for two seconds he said, "What are you so pissed about?"

"Pansy still thinking I love her, and a girl I met."

"A girl?" Blaise looked at him curiously. Since when did Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin Sex God, have girl trouble? "Who is she?"

"I don't know," Draco replied miserably, sitting down next to his friend. "She said she's Hermione Granger, but she didn't look or act anything like her! Plus, I'm really attracted to her. She had the nerve to slap me and insult my father!"

"Well, you know you love a challenge, Draco," replied Blaise. "I say you seduce her. Just corner her one night and..." Blaise wiggled his eyebrows, getting his meaning across.

"Good idea," said Draco, liking the sound of it. And so began the plan to seduce Hermione Granger. Or, whoever she was.

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For the rest of the train ride to Hogwarts, the "Golden Trio" chatted and related their summer stories. For once, they weren't bothered by Malfoy. But then again, he was making a plan to seduce Hermione. The bothering would begin at Hogwarts if everything went as planned.

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Hermione sat down next to Harry and Ron in the Great Hall, trying to ignore the lustful stares of the guys, and the jealous stares of the girls. Dumbledore soon began his annual speech. Hermione immediately zoned out, having heard it a million times before.

She allowed her gaze to wander and found it settling on Malfoy. His eyes caught hers and she felt a shiver travel down her spine. Why did he have to be so goddamn hot?

Everyone began to clap wildly. Hermione looked at Harry and Ron to see what she missed.

"Go on!" said Harry.

"You did it Mione!" added Ron.

"What happened?" she asked. "What did I do?"

"You're Head Girl! Didn't you hear? Go up there!"

Hermione stood and made her way to Dumbledore. He smiled at her, the familiar twinkle in his eye.

He said quietly, "Congratulations, Ms. Granger! Talk to me after the feast." He handed her a gold pin bearing the words Head Girl. Hermione walked dazedly back to her friends, everyone's clapping ringing in her ears.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, ensuing silence across the Great Hall. He smiled at everyone. It was time to name Head Boy. Harry sat up straighter in his chair, sure he had the position.

"I would like to congratulate our new Head Boy, Mr. Draco Malfoy!" Dumbledore said. Everyone at the Slytherin table clapped wildly, including most of the female population at Hogwarts. Draco stood and winked at Hermione. She heard almost every girl in the Great Hall swoon.

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Hermione went through the rest of the feast in a daze, barely eating anything and not listening to her friends' conversation. After what seemed an eternity, the feast was finally over. Saying goodbye to her friends, she walked slowly toward Dumbledore and Malfoy.

"I would like to congratulate both of you," Dumbledore said. "You have worked hard for this. Now, you two have responsibilities, and I want to make that clear. You have to organize balls and the schedule for the Prefects patrolling the hallways. The two of you will have to patrol also, but only on Thursdays."

"Excuse me," interrupted Malfoy, "do we have to patrol together?"

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy. And now that we're through, I will show you to your common room." Dumbledore turned around and began to walk out.

"Wait!" cried Hermione. "Are you saying we have to share a common room?" Her voice was frantic.

"Why yes, Ms. Granger," he replied. "It has two bedrooms and one bathroom. I thought you knew all this."

Hermione blinked once, then fainted.