Foes to Friends

A/N- Hey to all you out there! I read all of your reviews! Thanks for the love!

Notes to the people who reviewed:

Goldhedwige- I think that Draco would be pleased with himself, and I have no idea why either!

brokenwonderwall- I try to be funny like that all the time, takes some time for good criticism to come to mind

Cassiopeia91- Hey Jenn! I am so excited and I'm glad you like my fanfic! I'm so proud of myself

The Lady of the 4leafed Clover- This chapter is for your requests.

Wacko the Sane-Thanks for reading! I do have reasoning for Draco's strange behavior, but you will see why I chose this way later on.

Chapter 2- Slytherin Idiot

The weather outside was frightful; but the fire was so delightful. It's the truth that night. A sudden, late summer storm started when then Hogwarts Express arrived in Hogsmeade. The wet ground of Hogwarts wasn't that pleasant as the students climbed the towering hill to the steps of Hogwarts itself. Hermione had made up with Harry and Ron, but she still felt uncomfortable with them. Ron is still a git, Hermione thought when she saw Ron messing around with some Ravenclaw fifth years.

"Oh Ron, I thought you were mature enough to at least act like a sixth year, but my expectations were aimed way too high. You would fit in well with a few of those scrawny first-years," Hermione pronounced enthusiastically.

Harry chuckled; along with Draco who was standing not far from the group.

"Hey that was a good one Granger, I've never seen Weasel's ears glow violet like that before," Malfoy exclaimed.

Malfoy's goons, Crabbe and Goyle, didn't interpret what Draco said until about ten seconds later, then started laughing strangely.

"Shut your mouth, Ferret!"

"Oh really…."

"Stapelio!" shouted Hermione as she cast a spell on Draco.

Wise Hermione had set a mouth-stapling spell on Malfoy, stapling his mouth shut. Everyone laughed, except Crabbe, Goyle, and Malfoy (like he can laugh anyways). Hermione was probably the witch of her age, and nobody doubted that. As the laughter continued, it started to calm down, then went to dead silence. It was almost déjà vu; Hermione practically knew that she would get in trouble for the incident.

"Who's responsible for this?" demanded Professor Minerva McGonagall.

All the students hung their heads down low, and nobody stepped forward for Hermione's actions. Hermione knew it was too risky, she couldn't tell.

"Well if no one speaks up now, all of you will be attending detention with Mr. Filch."

Still, no one stepped forward. After a short moment, Ron raised his hand. Hermione was shocked. HIM? Of all people who were my friends, HIM?

"Come with me, Mr. Weasley." McGonagall turned her back and her robes followed. Hermione gave a look to Ron; a look that said, Thank you. Why had Ron done this for her? She had just ridiculed him in front of a lot of people, and he still stood up for her sake. Ron followed reluctantly.

Harry glared at Hermione for a moment, but then broke away when she noticed his stare. His face flushed, and Hermione smiled. She often caught him staring at her. Over the years, Hermione had straightened her hair, died it to a chocolate brown color, and her body filled out in all the right places. Harry found Hermione extremely attractive. Upon entering the Great Hall, the duo witnessed someone trying to take the curse off Draco, by whom other than the Potions teacher, Professor Severus Snape. Between his greasy black hair, and his billowing robes, he could scare any student.

Hermione and Harry snickered at the sight of Malfoy trying to fight off Snape, and his muffled yells.

"MMMHHHMMHHMMHHH!"

Harry shook his head and held the Great Hall entrance door wide open for Hermione, and Hermione gave a nod in appreciation. They walked into the extravagant Great Hall and sat down at their usual spots at the Gryffindor table. The ceiling matched the weather outside, but the warmth of the blazing fire was nothing short of comforting. Hermione suddenly remembered that she had a chance to become Head Girl, but had no idea who would be Head Boy.

Honestly, Ron is alright, but he just supposedly 'stapled' Malfoy's mouth shut. Ernie Macmillan was a good prefect, but his record isn't that shabby. Draco was a prefect; doubt he'll ever get Head Boy. There is Davies, but all he ever accomplished was being prefect and Quidditch Captain.

Tough selection.

Harry was chatting away with Neville Longbottom and Seamus Finnigan, and Ginny Weasley was whispering something to Natalie McDonald, a third year. A hushed silence swept over the students inhabiting the Great Hall. Everyone turned their heads towards the staff table with all the decorations. Lovely, I must say! glowed Hermione.

"Thank you all. I would like to thank all of you for your patience, and I would like to welcome you to what may be one of the best years here at Hogwarts. Before we start the sorting of the first years, I would like to announce the Heads of the Houses." Dumbledore glanced over the student body.

Oh god, here it goes. Come on Hermione, pull yourself together.

"First, the Head girl is a prefect from Gryffindor, one of the finest witches of her age…Hermione Granger."

There was immense cheering coming from the entire Gryffindor table, some applause from the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables, and some booing coming from the Slytherin table.

Of course.

"Settle down, children," sneered Snape from the staff table.

Silence.

"Alright, onto the title of Head Boy. We recently had to make some last-minute changes due to some misbehavior. The Head Boy is a prefect from Slytherin…Draco Malfoy."

Hermione sat there shocked. She thought out of all the candidates, he would be chosen last. She glanced over to the Slytherin table, and saw what seemed to be, Draco, unstapled, wink at her.

What the bloody hell was that?

Hermione quickly turned around and heard some chuckles from behind her.

"SHUT UP!"

Hermione looked behind again to see Draco slightly blushing.

What is his problem?

Dumbledore continued "This year will be different for the Heads of the Houses. The Heads will have their own corridor on the fifth floor where they will share a common room. That will be all. Now to the sorting…Professor McGonagall?"

Hermione didn't much mind for the sorting…same old stuff every single year. Finally after twenty minutes or so past by, the last name was sorted.

"Henry Zambigi, Hufflepuff!"

That was a waste of my time. Where will I know where to go? And do I have to share a bedroom with Malfoy? Oh I so hope not.

"Hey Hermione, if Malfoy gives you any trouble, let me know right away. I'll take care of that stupid dud," Harry said as he clenched his fists.

"I'll be quite alright, thanks anyways Harry."

Harry gave Hermione a hug and whispered into her ear, "I'll be there if you need me '

Harry's voice was so comforting to Hermione. She had to share a dormitory with her all-time most hated enemy ever.

After a while, most of the students filed out of the Great Hall. Hermione spotted Draco, and walked towards him.

"I can't believe I have to share my own dormitory with some filthy little mudblood, oh wait until father hears about this." Draco bickered.

"Oh Malfoy, why such vulgar language? I'm the one who actually has a reputation." Draco fumed upon hearing this. He was about to say something back, but Snape interrupted before he could even take a breath.

"You two, follow me," Snape simply stated.

The Heads followed Snape up the always-changing staircases to the fifth floor. The trio approached a portrait of flowers and Snape cringed as he said the password that Dumbledore made up:

"Diddly-dum, Diddly-doo."

Wow, that's a really strange password, I have to change it.

"Professor? Do you mind if I change this password? Honestly, anyone can remember that easily, so we must take into affect the Heads' safety."

"Do what you must, but make it quick, Granger." Snape coldly snapped

"Bleacher Tickets."

"Where'd you get that one Granger? Is that some Muggle slang or something? I won't have it. The password is: Granger's an idiot."

"How about Slytherin Idiot?"

"You two stop arguing and come inside before I dock points." Snape called.

They rushed inside to reveal the extravagant Head Dormitory. The room was almost three times as big as the Gryffindor common room, but this room had lower a lower ceiling and numerous sparkling glass chandeliers. The carpet was woven with four different colors: maroon, gold, green, and silver. A large warm fireplace was roaring next to the black leather couches and loveseats. There were two staircases on the farthest point of the room; one with golden carpet and one with silver. The doors had the main color of each house; one with maroon and the other green. They already knew whose room was which.

"Your belongings are already in your closets and drawers. I suggest you two get a good night's sleep, you have double potions in the morning," Snape snickered.

Hermione and Draco both moaned, and Draco headed up to his room. As Hermione was about to set out for hers, someone grabbed her arm.

"If he causes you trouble, let me know."

"Yes Professor."

"Off you go," Snape said.

As she was walking away, she got violated. Snape had slapped her rear, but Hermione pretended not to react. When she got in her room, she shuddered, and then looked around. The room was gorgeous. It had a blazing fireplace, a king size bed, a walk-in closet, a television (which was quite strange to see), a balcony, and her own bathroom. Hermione quickly explored the bathroom, which was enormous. Her bathtub looked more like a Jacuzzi, and a shower with glass doors that changed colors every half a minute. The marble floors and the golden walls made this bathroom the prettiest thing she ever witnessed.

After a while of exploring, Hermione decided to take a shower and go to bed.

A/N- Okay that's it! I hope you guys all liked it and that you weren't getting mad at me cause I didn't update for a while. I have a basketball tournament this weekend, and we're going for fifth place! I don't know when the next chapter is going to be up, but please review so this story can grow! TTYL!