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Summary: Hermione Granger is entering her seventh year at Hogwarts and she has been crowned Head Girl. Draco Malfoy, also entering his seventh year at Hogwarts was also crowned Head Boy. The first couple of weeks at Hogwarts go pretty smooth, but what happens when the two rivals land themselves in detentions for the rest of the year?

To my reviewers:

Keira357100- I like. I like. : Thanks; I'm glad you do! 

Yume-wow! I love it! Really awesome! Write more really soon! Draco took it like a man claps/whoots I know I'm weird...but I still love your story! -Yume-: Lol, you're not weird, I'm probably weirder! :-p

Lauren: Wow that was great! I like your idea of getting the dark mark! Why does Hermione call her car Doris? – Thankya! Oh, and Hermione calls her car Doris because sometimes people in England name their cars, as well as people in America, but that just came to mind as I was typing it, so I thought, why not?

TakinMyLastBreath14: Awesome so far! I really think it's great.: - squee – I've got so many reviews! This is awesome!

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Ok, I think that's it, but if I missed anyone, feel free to let me know, and I'm sorry! 

Dramione

Thump. Thump. Thump.

"Hermione! C'mon! What do you think you're doing asleep so late? We're leaving for the train in thirteen minutes! GET UP!"

Hermione groaned. They had stayed up late last night, and she really needed an extra hour of sleep, which of course, she didn't get.

"Hey in there! Are you alive?"

She couldn't help but smile. "Yes, Ronald, I'm up! You can stop banging on my door now!"

Ron stopped knocking in mid-knock.

"Oh, right. Well, we're leaving in eleven minutes by the way…" she heard him walking away.

"Thank you, Ron. I'm sure I'll be ready!"

Ron sighed. "'K then, I'll leave you alone then…"

This time she didn't reply. If they kept that going, they'd definitely be late.

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Hermione quickly pulled on some jeans and an old red Sex Pistols T-shirt and ran to the bathroom.

She hurriedly brushed her teeth and washed her face. When she was finished she pulled out her wand and tapped her hair mindlessly. It suddenly de-frizzed a bit and fell in huge ringlets.

As she ran from the bathroom and charmed her trunk, someone knocked on the door.

"Hermione, its time to go. Are you ready?"

This time it was Harry. She opened the door as she was shoving her trunk into her pocket.

"Hello Harry." She paused and smiled. "Lets go, then!"

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The Weasleys had managed a new car. It was an old four-door Sedan. The car had been charmed, but only for extra space. Mr. Weasley wasn't about to get in trouble with the Ministry again for a flying car.

After they had all fidgeted around, trying to find a comfortable seat, they had hurried on to Kings Cross. In the end, they had two minutes to board the train.

Mrs. Weasley was absolutely frantic, shouting about how they couldn't be late for their seventh year and hurriedly giving Harry, Ron and herself huge hugs. With twenty-four seconds to spare, they hurried onto the train.

When they were onboard, they entered the nearest compartment to the door they entered, and slid the compartment door shut.

After they had situated their trunks Ron spoke up.

"Hey Hermione, shouldn't you be at the front of the train with the Head Boy?"

Her heart sank. She was late for the Head's meeting.

Immediately Hermione stood up and rushed out the door, saying a hurried 'Sorry!' to Harry and Ron.

Out in the hall, she dodged mingling crowds and nearly tripped over a sleeping cat. When the Head's compartment was in view, Hermione sped up. Quickly she looked behind herself and as she did so, she ran headlong into someone, or something.

Hermione looked up at the solid form from the compartment floor, where she lay and found her eyes to be looking at none other than Draco Malfoy, who was currently dusting off his robes with a disgusted look on his face. He suddenly looked down at her.

"Get up, Mudblood. We're "needed" at the front of the train. Your lavatory emergency can wait."

She rolled her eyes. "Excuse me, Malfoy, but I was already on my way up here when you ran into me!"

Draco suddenly smirked.

"I ran into you, did I? Well that's odd… It seemed to me that when someone running down the hallway collides with someone walking, that the person that did the running was the person that did the running into."

Hermione pushed up from the floor and walked past Malfoy towards the front. When she reached the destined compartment, she abruptly turned around to face Malfoy.

"You're so arrogant. Whatever we're assigned to work together on, I'll claim that I work better on my own. Don't think just because we're Head partners means you get an advantage on making my life Hell. Consider this the first, and last conversation we're going to have together. Now," she slid open the compartment door, "after you, Malfoy."

She smirked as he walked in. He was so arrogant.

As they sat down, Hermione chance a quick look at Malfoy.

Oh how she wanted to gouge that ferret's beady little eyes out.

Hermione looked away, sickened by the thought of him, and looked out the window. It was still light out. She sighed. This was going to be a very long train ride.

As Hermione slowly stooped into a dream state, Draco leaned back against his seat and put his hands behind his head. The two heads were about to doze off when there was a sharp knock at the door. They both looked up. Hermione sighed and stood to answer the door. When she slid it open she found herself looking at a brunette girl.

"Can I help you?" Hermione asked, slightly rudely.

The girl took in a deep breath. "Yes, I'm Elsa D. Knightley. Professor Mc Gonagall has sent me. She wants me to give you two these."

The girl named Elsa then produced two small boxes. One was maroon, and the other emerald. On top of the maroon box Hermione noted it said, Hermione Granger. She put two and two together and figured the emerald box belonged to Malfoy. She smiled.

"Well then, thank you very much. Have a nice day Miss Knightley."

With that the girl handed over the boxes and smiled. After she was rid of her burden, she turned and started back down the hallway.

Hermione tossed Malfoy's box over to him, not caring if he was looking or not. After she heard the box make contact with him, and him cursing, she figured that must have been the wrong move.

Malfoy immediately stood up and rushed over to Hermione. He pinned her to the window.

"Now Mudblood, I'm going to say this once and I hope that you understand me very well. Never throw anything at me again. If something does possess you to do so, you will wish you were never born. Do I make myself clear?"

Hermione's eyes were wide with fear. She feared that she had lost the ability to speak. When she actually made an attempt, her fear came true.

"I-I… Umm… Y-y…"

Draco smirked and applied more pressure to her, making her squeak.

"I asked you a question, Granger. I expect an answer."

She could feel his breath against her forehead. It was only then that Hermione realized that Malfoy was much much bigger than her, and she could only assume that he was stronger too.

Hermione didn't want to embarrass herself by trying to speak again, so she only nodded. She was disappointed, though, when he didn't move away immediately.

"That's a good girl. Now, Mudblood, watch yourself from now on."

With one last push, Draco moved away and sat back down in his normal seat. Hermione, still in shock, slowly walked down to her seat and stayed completely still, hoping that they were almost to Hogwarts.

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