A/N: Blaise's character in my other stories will be different, but you'll find some similarities.

Chap. 2 The Race

After dinner Professor McGonagall came up to he Gryffindor table and tapped Hermione on the shoulder.

'Good evening, Miss Granger.'

'Good evening Professor.' Hermione responded.

'Are you finished eating?'

'Yes, why?'

'I am instructed to bring you and Mr. Malfoy to your room, and get you two situated comfortably.'

McGonagall said with an unchanging expression.

'Alright.'

Hermione looked at Ron and Harry vulnerably.

'I'll see you guys later?' She asked getting up from her seat.

'Of course.' Harry smiled. Ron nodded in agreement.

Hermione returned the smile and nod and followed McGonagall out of the Great Hall. Draco Malfoy was leaning against a wall waiting. His strong arms crossed over his toned chest, he definately grew over the summer in a positive way. His right leg was crossed over his left, he sulked with a smirk on his face when he saw Hermione enter.

'Oh he looks good.' Hermione thought. 'Wait, no he doesn't! Malfoy is an inconsiderate, spoiled prick...he looks horrible.'

Draco's cocky smirk turned into one of curiousness.

'Why is she looking at me like that?' He asked himself, 'Doesn't the little mudblood realize I can tell she's looking at me...I mean...what girl wouldn't?'

He then thought about it for a second.

'Granger wouldn't. That's who. The only girl who hasn't.' He was now enraged. He was Draco Malfoy...EVERY girl should look at him.

'Alright, Mr. Malfoy and Miss Granger please follow me.' McGonagall called walking down a hallway...toward the Slytherin dungeons.

Hermione followed a bit reluctantly, she hated those dungeons. Even if they were not REAL dungeons, per say, but they still were cold and cruel looking...just like the Slytherins. Also, to no one's knowledge, Hermione was a bit afraid of the dark vaults, even if they were only common rooms.

As they walked closer to the dungeons, chills ran up Hermione's spine...Draco took note of this.

'Excuse me, Professor? Our room is not in the Slytherin dungeons is it?' Hermione asked hesitantly.

'Why? Scared Granger?' Draco shot back.

'No.' She said as-a-matter-of-factly, throwing a glare at him.

'No, Miss Granger. Why would I put my head students in the Slytherin dungeons?' McGonagall asked.

'I don't know, but then where are we going?' Hermione asked.

'Be patient young girl, we'll be there soon.' McGonagall said walking faster.

Draco chuckled a bit, McGonagall getting aggravated with her favorite student...stupid, smart Granger. (Even if it is an oxy-moron, that's what Draco thought of her).

They followed the professor past the dungeons, and to a dead end in the long stone hallway.

'Professor? This is a dead end.' Draco said.

'Good discovery, Sherlock.' Hermione mocked.

'Sherlock?' Draco asked.

Hermione sighed.

'Never mind, it's a muggle thing.'

'Then don't bring it up to me. I don't want to hear it.' Draco snapped, 'Or anything that comes out of your filthy mouth.'

'Stop it, both of you.' McGonagall scolded. She then put her focus to the stone blockade.

'Snake's Prey.' She said aloud.

Draco grinned at this.

'Perfect password.' He stated, giving Hermione a death stare.

'Shut your face.' She replied.

The stone wall then disappeared...no wall was there. They stepped into a large room, THEIR common room. It was black, gold and red, everything was very ornate and exquisite. As soon as all three of them came in, the wall appeared behind them once more.

'Whoa.' Hermione uttered.

Draco also was in awe, but did not show it. He shrugged and walked further into the large room.

'So Granger and I have to share this?' He asked.

'Yes, Mr. Malfoy. And i'd advise not to tear each other apart, either. If either of you harms the other, punishment will be given. No pardons.'

Hermione and Draco agreed to McGonagall openly...but truthfully both of them were planning things to say to each other that would make the other cringe.

'I shall leave you to unpacking.' McGonagall said as she left.

'Now, mudblood, let's get down a few rules.' Draco snapped as the door closed behind McGonagall.

'Fine. No coming in the bathroom when i'm in it.' Hermione replied.

'Excuse me? When I said let's lay down a few rules, I meant mine. Not your stupid-ass ones. I can go into my bathroom any goddamn time I want, I don't care if it is occupied.' He responded sharply, eyeing her.

'You will not be the only one with rules, Ferret-boy.'

He felt squeamish when she called him that.

'Don't call me that mudblood.'

'Don't call me mudblood, Ferret.'

He stopped next to her, looking down at her evilly.

'Watch your mouth, Granger.'

She placed her hands on her hips and stepped even closer to him.

'I loathe you.' She replied.

'Fuck you.' He spat, 'Rule one: If there is a tie hanging on my door knob...do not disturb me.'

'Why? Does that mean one of your hired whores are in there?' Hermione demanded.

'I don't have to pay anyone for pleasure...they some willingly, unlike your pleasure...oh wait...you've never had any...my bad.' He smirked.

Hermione reddened with anger and threw herself onto a chair.

'Rule two,' he continued, 'NO touching me or any of my things. I don't want your filthy mudblood hands contaminating my shit.'

Hermione quickly stood up angrily.

'I don't have to take this.' She cried, 'You are such an arrogant prick! You are cruel and I am not going to waste my time listening to you boost your larger than life ego more than it already is!'

Hermione turned on her heel and left the room.

After she left Draco laughed cruelly.

'Go to your Precious Potter and Weasel!' he yelled.

Hermione did. She ran down to the Gryffindor common room quickly.

A few minutes later after Hermione left, an owl flew through the Head Students' common room. Draco walked over to the owl and took the note. It was addressed to him.

Drake- Where are you? I want to check out your room. –Blaise

Draco owled back directions to find the hidden door and the password. Blaise came up in less than 10 minutes.

'What up fucker?' Blaise asked as he stepped into the room. 'And what's up with that fucking door? It's fucking hidden! Are you in some fucking Witness Protection Program? That's so fucking crazy. Though, no one can get in unless you fuckin' want them too. So, what's it like living with fuckin' Granger? She looks fuckin' hot this year. I'd fuck her even if she is a mudblood. Did you see her rack? It's a fucking good rack, with some fucking good legs. I saw her before she changed into her robes at the train station. She's still a fucking bitch or what? Are you gonna answer any of my questions, you fucker?'

'Shit! I will if you let me! Are you done now?' Draco asked.

Blaise laughed and nodded, plopping down on the couch.

'Okay. Now, to answer in order: Nothing's up, just chillin', the door is just for Head Student privacy, yes it's hidden, no I'm not in the WPP, so far living with Granger is hell, no I didn't notice her breasts, she covers them and her legs with her fuckin' robes. Yes...she's still a bitch.'

'You gonna bed her?' Blaise asked blatantly.

'Yeah...like Granger would do that. She's a fucking virgin. I don't want to mix with her mudblood either.'

'She's a virgin?'

'Fuck yeah.' Draco snapped.

'So she's a project?'

'A what?'

'A project, new boundaries, a challenge.'

'I'm listening.'

'Let's have a race.' Blaise grinned.

'A race??'

'A race to see who can bed the little pure virgin first...no rules.' Blaise smirked.

Draco thought for a few seconds.

'And if I win?' He asked.

'Umm...if you win I'll buy you a stripper, visa-versa if I win.'

'Excellent. You've got a deal.' Draco said with a devilish grin.