[A/N] Im sorry that I cant update this as often as I wold like, butmy arthritus is kicking in with a vengence. Arthritus being the painful swelling of the joints in the hands. It hurts. a lot.
DISCLAIMER- This is still proprty of JK Rowling. I dream about owning it, but as of yet, dreams have not come true.
Hermione found her trunk, and her cat, sitting on her bed. She looked around, and found a beautifully carved dresser. There were vines and flowers carved into the sides, and there was a mirror attached to it. The mirror was huge, and seemed to be a magical mirror as well.
'Interesting' she thought 'this could be fun.'
She unpacked all of her cloths, and her diary and books and set them up neatly. She walked down to the common room, hoping that she could find some way of contacting the house elves. All the unpacking had made her thirsty. She saw that Malfoy wasn't in the room.
'Good, now I don't have to see his ugly face'
She looked around some more, and saw two desks on either side of the fireplace. They both had notes on them. She walked over to the closest one, and saw her name on the letter. She picked it up and read it.
'Dear Miss. Granger
This is to inform you of the regular head duties. These include planning the balls, Halloween, Christmas and Valentines Day. Also, you are required to patrol the corridors along with the prefects. The heads will be making up the schedule. There must be 2 prefects, or heads on every night. I hope that this can be worked out to everyone's satisfaction.
Deputy Headmistress
Minerva McGonagall."
'This is a lot for us to do, but I'm sure that we'll manage, as long as Malfoy knows what's good for him and smartens up.' Hermione thought.
She walked to the entrance and saw a rope that said 'House elf service.' She pulled the rope and suddenly a house elf appeared.
'What can I do for the misses?" he squeaked
"I would like some pumpkin juice and maybe a granola bar, if you have any" Hermione replied.
"Coming right up misses, it will be delivered to your room" he said, and disappeared.
Hermione walked back up to her room, and sitting on the dresser was a glass of juice and a plate of granola bars. She took a long drink, and began to eat. She surveyed her room, and still felt awe. It was the most beautiful room she had ever seen. She walked over to the bookcase and tried to decide what book needed her attention the most. She decided on her Charms textbook. She sat down on her big comfortable chair and began to read.
Sometime later, she looked up at her clock. It was 6:00. She got up, grabbed her robes, and walked out of her room. She stopped when she saw Malfoy there. He was also just coming out of his room.
"I see the Mudblood has decided to join us for the feast" He smirked.
"Well, yes, of course I have, and stop calling me that. I did nothing to deserve it" Hermione snapped.
"Oh, you haven't? Then what about the filth that you call blood running through your veins?" he drawled.
"Go fuck yourself Malfoy, we all know who the better person here is, and don't even bother thinking that its you. You are a rat, and worth nothing" Hermione turned on her heels, and stalked out of the room, leaving him behind.
She was still fuming as she walked down the stairs toward the Great Hall. 'How dare he!" She thought. "We all know he's just a stupid death eater and a spoiled little brat. He doesn't even deserve my time' Meanwhile...
"Wow, she sure has changed. She's hot AND she has a lot of guts. I can't believe she actually said that to my face. Did she say that I was worth nothing? How true that is...'
Draco's mind was filled with pain. He knew that what she said was true. He was worth nothing, thanks to his father. He wished that he was someone else, but he liked the power that came with being a Malfoy.
Hermione walked into the Great Hall. It was empty, save for Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick. She walked up to the teacher's table and waited for them to acknowledge her.
"Professors, I was wondering when the rest of the students are going to arrive" Hermione asked.
'Oh, dear, they will be here in about 5 minutes. You might as well have a seat." Squeaked Flitwick.
Hermione walked over to the Gryffindor table, just as Draco was walking into the Great Hall. She watched him take a seat at the Slytherin table. Suddenly the doors burst open, and the students began to pour in. She picked Harry, Ginny and Ron off immediately. They were hard to miss, being about a head taller then the rest of the students. They saw her, and rushed over, before their seats had been taken.
Harry sat beside her, and Ron and Ginny across from them.
"So, who's head boy?" Harry asked, giving his friend a hug.
"Oh, who the hell else. It's Malfoy, of course. Just my luck." Hermione complained, rolling her eyes.
"If he does anything to you, just tell us. Well take care of him. Real good." Ron said, clutching his spoon in his hand. Hermione burst out laughing at the scene.
"Ron, honestly, if you are going to sound so menacing, please, don't use a spoon, of all things, as your weapon of choice!! What would you do with it? Spoon him to death?" Hermione giggled. Ron looked down, saw the spoon, and blushed.
"Sorry 'Mione, but you know what I mean. I didn't realize I had a spoon in my hand.' Ron apologized.
"Welcome back to another year at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. I trust that you all had a good summer, and are ready to learn and hopefully retain some more knowledge. Before we begin the feast, let the first years be sorted into houses." Dumbledore's voice rang out.
The first years were brought in, and the sorting hat did its thing. There were a number of new students, 30, at least, and a good 10 of them ended up in Gryffindor. Hermione and the gang clapped loudly at each new student. Eventually, the feast began. All the students began piling food onto their plates, and conversation died for a little while, because all the students were eating like they would never eat again.
The feast ended, and the prefects walked all new students to their houses. Hermione decided that if she wanted to be up on time for classes tomorrow, she had better get going too. She said goodbye to her friends, and walked up to her rooms. Draco was nowhere to be seen.
'Good, I hope that he gets lost, and I don't have to deal with him again' Hermione thought, saying the password to Crysania.
She walked up to her room, changed into some black silk pants and a crimson tank top. She brushed her teeth, washed her face, and climbed into bed, after setting her alarm.
'This is going to be a long year. Maybe I can just ignore Malfoy.....maybe he'll just disappear' she though, drifting off to sleep.
Only to be awoken a few hours later....by what, she had no idea, but she felt afraid, very afraid.
