Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are like my male friends; just because I don't own them doesn't mean I can't make them do whatever I want.
Author's note: This story is a little fic-let that I started while my computer was getting a new hard drive (due to a burn out in which I lost a load of my work L ). I have no idea of what kind of pace it will go at but I really like it so assuming I get some sort of good response from it, it should run along nicely.
IT MIGHT POSSIBLY LEAD TO SLASH SO IF THAT ISN'T YOU THING YOU PROBABLY SHOULDN'T READ THIS!!!
THIS WILL NOT BE A DRACO/HERMIONE FIC. THEY WILL ONLY BE FRIENDS…
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Kisses xxx,
Yeoldecrazy1
"Hermione sweetie there's an owl here for you."
"Ok mom, I'll be down now."
Coming down the stairs Hermione came into the kitchen to find a black eagle owl sitting on the table waiting expectedly. Curious as it wasn't one of the school owls or anyone's she recognised she removed the letter from it and gave it some of the treats she kept around for Hedwig and Pig. Taking the letter up to her room she lay down on her bed, broke the seal and began to read.
Dear (mudblood) Granger,
I am infuriated that I am forced into the position of having to speak to you. You should not have been allowed any type of access to Hogwarts, never mind authority. If I am forced to pretend that you are an acceptable candidate for this position- head girl, fool- then there will be rules. These are as stated in the adjoining letter and are NOT up for negotiation- especially by you.
Also as part of this farce I have been informed that I must grant you access to what should rightfully be my common room. As such you will be given one corner in which you may reside. You will not expect more- there is only so much contamination that I am willing to be exposed to.
If you wish to enjoy the upcoming year- as much as possible for a knowledge filled idiot such as yourself can- you will make sure that you follow these instructions. Not that I expect much from you, after all, Potter and Weasley are your friends of choice. Doesn't say much for you does it?
Draco Malfoy;
Head Boy of HogwartsSchool of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Rules:
1) Under NO circumstances will you set one foot inside my personal bedchambers.
2) Do not take, borrow, touch or breathe near anything that belongs to me.
3) Friends of annoying know it all mudbloods will NOT enter the common room.
4) Your area of the common room will remain a Gryffindor colour free zone.
5) The aforementioned area of the common room will not be cluttered by your ever growing collection of books.
6) If you wish to continue with your sad existence you will remain a safe distance of 10 feet away from me at all times.
7) Do not talk to me unless it is a last resort (this only applies to head boy/girl duties etc; on all other fronts just don't talk to me.)
8) If possible remain out of my eyesight for the entire year.
Draco's head boy; almost forgot about that. Well if he thinks that I'm going to put up with that all year he has another thing coming. 'Sorry to be the one to break this to you Malfoy but I'm all grown up and I'm not putting up with your issues anymore.'
Pushing up Hermione went over to her bureau and took out a fresh piece of parchment. Dipping her quill into the ink pot she set about writing a letter to her future working partner.
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Half an hour later she set down her quill and reread what she had wrote. Happy with the letter she sealed it and called over Perdita, the tawny owl her parents had got her as a present for making head girl, and attached the letter to her leg.
"Perdita, please take this to Draco Malfoy, at the Malfoy estate."
Giving a squeak the owl took of out the window.
Draco glared at the owl as it landed beside his breakfast plate. The owl looked blankly at the boy for a few minutes and then held out his leg for the letter to be removed. Begrudgingly the boy set his knife and fork aside and relieved the bird of its burden. Looking at the letter he saw that it was addressed to him but he didn't recognise the writing.
"Hum…" turning to the bird, which was still looking blankly at him he sighed. "You can go now." The bird hooted and took off, heading back to his mistress.
Opening the letter Draco snorted as he realised who it was from. Smirking he decided to forgo the rest of his breakfast and head into the lounge to read what the know-it-all had to say.
Dear Draco,
I refuse to let you inferiority issues and Neanderthal tendencies infuriate me into saying something which I may later regret.
I'd like to note that I am every bit the candidate that you are for the head position (after all I have gotten the highest marks in all our classes except potions for the last six years.)
As far as the shared rooms are concerned they will be exactly that. SHARED! I will stay where ever I like and you will do nothing about it. I have no intention of redecorating, and before you get any ideas you won't be either! I have NO wish what so ever to have anything to do with you bedchambers (whatever possessed you to think I would?)
I'm curious as to what you have that I would ever be tempted to borrow etc.
My "ever growing collection of books" won't leave my room unless I'm using them. I don't know what kind of view you have of me but I AM a tidy person.
Again I find myself curious as to why you would think that I would
a) go anywhere near you, or
b) Talk to you willingly.
Do you find yourself that fascinating that you feel that I would be compelled to do these things? Have I shown any interest in doing do in the past?
As far as I'm concerned we must make the most of this situation; so I don't exist to you and you don't exist to me (unless its head related business.)
Simply; do onto others as you would have them do onto you.
Hermione Granger;
Head Girl of HogwartsSchool of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
P.S. Congratulations on making head boy.
What!!! Why that little… wait until I…UUCCHHH!!!! I am going to give that stupid witch a piece of my mind.
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Narcissa listened as her son stormed up the stairs; flinching as she heard the door to his room slam shut. 'I wonder who that letter was from. Whoever it was it certainly lit a fire under Draco.' And with that thought she went back to reading her book.
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