A/N: Okay this is the first official chapter. Enjoy.

DISCLAIMER: I own the plot, nothing more.

Chapter One: It's Just School

Draco Malfoy. The mention of that name made many scowl with anger and hatred. Ye no one really took anytime to understand him, what his life really was like. Sure he was popular, handsome, Slytherin seeker and the new Head boy. But there was more about this young man than met the eye.

Not that anyone would care…

Draco looked around the busy platform, his normal scowl on his face, his gray eyes narrowed in annoyance. As he looked around his eyes casted over many familiar people. Brown, Patil twins, chubby Long bottom, Loopy Luna and the Golden Trio itself. A smirk formed on the Slytherin's face as he strolled towards them. It was Potter who noticed him first, then the Weasel and finally the mudblood herself.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the Golden Trio itself," he smirked.

"What do you want Malfoy?" asked Granger, she was clearly annoyed already… though something was different about her this year. But Draco couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"What? Can't I come over for a mere friendly chat?"

Potter rolled his eyes, "If you were ever friendly to anyone Malfoy, it would be tha day Voldemort danced in nothing but a pink bikini."

"Now, now Potter, don't go telling us all your fantasies."

"Oh my Drakie! I found you!" came that oh so annoying high-pitched voice.

Draco cringed slightly and noticed Granger smirking at him.

"You'd best go entertain your girlfriend, Malfoy," sniggered Granger before leaving with her two boyfriends.

Draco turned around to be engulfed in a bone-cracking hug from Pansy.

"Get off me Pansy," snapped Draco pushing the annoying girl off her, "Now, have you seen Crabbe or Goyle?"

"They are annoying the food cart lady," replied Pansy attaching herself to Draco's right arm.

Draco shook her off and stalked away in annoyance to find the two great oafs'.

!D!

The train was now in motion towards its destination, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Sometimes, well most of the time, Draco really wished his father had sent him to Dumstrang instead of Hogwarts. But no, his mother wanted him close to home. It really was the only time she had a say in his life… not that anyone cared to know about his life.

Maybe it was because of his attitude to others that no one cared? Or perhaps it was his upbringing that made him feel no one cared about him?

Draco sighed as he looked out the window, at the rushing scenery or green hills, acres of forest and country roads. He could barely hear Crabbe and Goyle chattering on about the comic in the Daily Prophet or Pansy and Millicent commenting on how good Draco was looking this year.

"I have to go," announced Draco standing up, "I have to meet the Head girl."

"Okay Drakie. Have fun," smiled Pansy sweetly.

Draco gave a tight smile and left the compartment making his way to the front compartment. On his way his thoughts slipped to what the year ahead may hold for him. Greatness? More misery? It was NEWT's year, which meant plenty of Homework and exams to prepare the Seventh Year students for the final exams.

Finally at the front, Draco slid the door open only to find the one and only Hermione Granger sitting alone reading a book.

Naturally Draco's smirk appeared on his face as he slid the door shut and sat down across from her.

"Do you ever have your nose out of a book?" he asked coolly.

Granger looked up, her eyes as cold as ice, "Do you ever not annoy people?"

"Well I would answer that for you, but you have to answer my question first. It's only fair after all."

Granger just rolled her eyes and yawned a little, "I take it you are Head boy. That's the only reason you're here."

"How would you know it's the only reason I am in here, Granger?" he snapped, out of reflex.

Granger narrowed her eyes, "Back off Malfoy, it was only a general comment. And incase you may be wondering, I am the Head girl. And you will not mess my final year up!"

Draco was slightly stunned at the coldness and force in her voice. They may have argued before, but never did she use such force in her voice before.

"I see the Mudblood has grown a backbone," smirked Draco.

"I've had a backbone much longer than you have," she muttered before returning to her book.

Draco didn't retaliate. Why retaliate to something that is only true? Instead he sat in silence, savoring the fact that for once in his life, Pansy wasn't hanging off his arm and Crabbe and Goyle weren't asking him idiotic questions.

!D!

The arrival at the Hogsmeade station was what Draco dreaded the most. It meant in a few short minutes he would be pulling up outside of Hogwarts, to return to a life he just didn't enjoy. At Hogwarts reality was difficult to escape from. Everybody expected you too be so many things, but not who you truly were.

Granger rushed out of the compartment first, before Draco had even managed to stand. But a few seconds later Draco left and found his 'friends' in a carriage behind the Golden Trio's.

"So Drakie, who is the Head girl?" asked Pansy beside him, looking at him lovingly.

"Granger. Who else?" replied Draco.

"Oh no!"

"Are you serious?" asked Blaise Zabini, "That mudblood snob is the Head girl?"

Draco nodded.

"Man that is just crazy."

"What do you expect from a mudblood loving fool?" commented Draco as the carriage lurched into motion.

"True. That an she's Potter's girlfriend… or is she Weasley's?"

The Slytherin's laughed at the joke that had been going between them since third year.

!D!

Draco climbed out of the carriage followed by the other Slytherin's. As a group they walked into the castle talking mainly about people they hated. Draco didn't get it. He couldn't remember a single time when they had all held a serious conversation that didn't involve saying nasty things about people they hated. Were they all going to grow up to be the superficial purebloods like their parents were already? The future death eaters to kiss the hem of Voldemort's robes?

It is a pureblood 'law' to never take orders from another and yet that is exactly what there parents did… take orders from another, and he wasn't even a pureblood.

Once in the Great Hall, Draco sat down at the Slytherin table. In the row across he could see the Golden Trio discussing something obviously important from the look on Potter and Granger's face as they nodded. Draco rolled his eyes; no doubt they were planning on how to become this years hero's again. That was all they ever were doing, running off risking there life and returning to shine above the rest, looking smug and still passing there exams.

The Slytherin's had a running bet on whether Potter will die against Voldemort or not. Draco had betted he would live, that he would live to see the world come under Voldemort's control. So his evil, fake side said.

The hall fell silent as the nervous first years walked in behind McGonagall. Draco groaned, this was so boring, he thought.

Finally after twenty boring minutes and 25 new Slytherin's, Dumbledore rose to give his back to school speech. Again Draco groaned, in boredom and hunger.

"Welcome to another wonderful year at Hogwarts. Hello to the new and welcome back to the old," said the Headmaster, "Now could the Head boy and girl please rise, so I can introduce you all to the school."

Draco slowly stood locking eyes with Granger. He frowned a little when he noticed how tired she was looking. But her eyes said otherwise. They were bright and vibrant as ever… wait vibrant?

"The Head boy is Draco Malfoy from Slytherin and the Head girl, Hermione Granger from Gryffindor… you both may sit," Draco hurriedly sat mentally killing himself for thinking of Granger's eyes has vibrant, "Now as normal the forest on the edges of the school is out of bounds as normal, as is the restricted section of the Library. Other than that, lets have our feast!"

Chatter filled the hall finally as food appeared before the students.

!D!

Draco groaned as he entered the Slytherin Common Room and walked towards the couches by the fireplace. He flopped down on one and leaned back closing his eyes. Back to school, back to being evil, pretending not to care and –

"Oh Drakie!"

And back to that.

Draco's eyes opened as he looked around for Pansy. He found her walking over to him from the entrance and hurriedly he sat up right to prevent her from lying across him – that brought him nightmares.

"Oh Drakie, how come you are so quiet? I know it isn't fair I'm not Head girl, but there is no need o be upset about it," said Pansy sitting literally on his lap looking at him with her big blue eyes.

Draco smiled tightly, "I'll cope Pansy… actually I might go to bed… yeah I'm really tired."

Before Pansy had a chance top protest Draco stood and fled from the Common Room and up the boy's dorm staircase.

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Monday. Back to classes. Back to stress. Back to being the famous cocky Slytherin Draco was so famous for being. After dressing into his formal uniform of gray pants, white shirt, green and sliver tie, gray jumper, black shoes and Slytherin House Robe, Draco grabbed his book bag and left the confinements of his private dorm. The staircase was packed with other male students heading to the Great Hall for breakfast and to receive their timetables.

Draco had one more hatred he hated more than the Golden Trio – eager students. It was only school for Merlin's sake. Not big deal.

Hissing with anger he shoved the students to the side making his way down the stairs, ignoring there angry yells.

Once at the bottom he took a deep breath, straightened his robes and walked through the Common Room, glad that Pansy wasn't down yet.

The brick wall cracked and slid open letting Draco out and into the abnormally cold corridor, not that he noticed – after all he had grown up at the school, which naturally meant he had grown used to the coldness of the Slytherin Chambers.

So with his nose in the air and a superior look on his face, Draco headed to tha crowded Great Hall, which would be full of eager students.

Oh how he hated them.

!D!

As Draco had predicted the Great Hall was packed with students walking around chatting. Draco rolled his eyes at them all and made his way to the Slytherin Table. Snape was already handing out the timetables, the normal scowl on his face.

Draco walked over to him with a sigh.

"Morning Mr Malfoy," said Snape in his bored tone.

"Morning Professor," replied Draco in the same bored tone as he took his timetable and walked to a spare seat.

He dumped his bag beside him and looked at his timetable. His first period for that day was a meeting with the Head girl. They were to meet twice a week to discuss school matters. What fun.

After that fun meeting he had Potions, oh and look the Head girl was in his class, next after a morning break was Transfiguration, then Charms. After lunch was a study period before he headed to his final lesson of History.

It was finally proved then, school sucked.

!D!

After a filling breakfast and the sound of the bell, Draco left the hustle and bustle of the Great Hall and headed to the Head Meeting Room on the fifth floor. It was a long walk seeing as Draco had never had a class on the fifth floor and had to work out which staircase to exit from. It was actually noticing Granger walking ahead of him that helped Draco worked out which way to go.

Once inside the small room, which only had a fireplace and a table and two chairs in the center, Draco sat at the table looking at the know-it-all expectantly.

"Well Granger, where do we start?" drawled Draco.

Granger sat across from him and grabbed an envelope lying on the table. He watched her open it and read it before passing it too him in silence.

"Did your cat catch your tongue?" he asked taking the letter.

"No all I know is speaking to you leads to stress. And with the way I've been feeling lately, it's the last thing I need," she replied.

He did have to admit, she was looking a little pale.

"Perhaps too many late nights with Potter by the lake is to blame?"

Granger glared at him before snapping in a crispy tone, "Read the blasted letter would you?"

Draco smirked and looked at the letter. It was from Dumbledore informing them that they were to patrol three nights a week – together, plan Quidditch game dates, Hogsmeade dates – one every three months and any other events they feel the students deserve.

"Well then. Let's start with nights that we patrol," said Draco after a few minutes.

"Fine. Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday," replied Granger daring Draco to protest.

"Fine by me. From 8pm till midnight."

"Fine."

They both fell into a silence. Draco looked the Gryffindor know-it-all over. She wasn't the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. She was very… plain. Her hair, which somehow had tamed was pulled back in a boring ponytail. Her uniform wasn't two sizes two small like many of the other girls in the school, it was her perfect size. She wore no make up, and her eyes were brown. Just brown.

"Would you please quit gawking at me? Its very annoying," came her cold voice.

"You wish I was checking you out," replied Draco, "Can we please get on with this?"

"Well that is what I've been waiting for but you were too busy looking at me."

Draco rolled his eyes at the girl – something he was doing quite often these days.

This was going to be an interesting year. Indeed it was.

A/N: Okay, so I want your honest opinion people. What do you all think?

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