A/N: Thank you all for reviewing, It makes me smile and dance around like a loon! I hope you enjoy my Chappie... muhahaha chappie, like chap stick...but I mean chapter... but if you want to enjoy my chap stick, go about it!

Ohhh, I received a review telling me my story sounded like a copy of Bookworm and the Beast. As soon as I read that review, I went on a hunt for that fanfic and read it. Sadly, my little reviewer, you are mistaken. Her plot is much better formed, with greater details and all around way better than my ramblings. Why would I make a low key copy of someone else work? The plot held some resemblance, but I can tell you now, mine is going in a different direction.

Not to mention I wrote this story about 2 years ago and I am just revising it. But, to the Author of "Bookworm and the Beast"... good job! I'm addicted like chain smoker is to Marlbro Reds!

DISCLAIMER: I don't wish to own Harry Potter... Draco Malfoy is a different story all together, though

Marco Balfloyd

Hermione Granger... Lets remember what everyone knows about Hermione. She has bushy brown hair... could probably orgasm by reading Hogwarts, A History... her best friends are the amazingly good-enough-to-eat Harry Potter and the red-headed-tool Ron Weasley... She hates Draco Malfoy, and grilled cheese sandwiches... will probably work in the Order of the Phoenix while the rest of us work at a discount burger joint...

Wow... how wrong are we! Well, except for working at the discount burger joint. Hey man, clothes don't buy themselves...

"Is that Hermione?"

"What did she do to her hair?"

"Damn she's hot..."

"I thought Granger was sick."

"Hey, are you gonna finish your toast?"

Holy cow... this was gonna be a strange year... why do people say Holy Cow? Cows aren't holy, except in India. But... if a cow is Holy, would that make all the other farm animals holy too? Like... why is a cow holy and a goat isn't? That's discrimination...

"I love make-up!" Hermione looked up at Ginny, a full grin covering her mouth. She had arrived about 10 minuets ago, and already people were telling her how different she looked. Harry had his mouth open for what seemed like years, but Ron, on the other hand, swooped her up in a tight hug. Everyone looked so different. Ron had grown about two more inches on his already large height, but he wasn't gangly anymore. His fiery red hair was short and tamed, and his body wasn't bad at all.

His body was ok, like a normal teen who eats everyday, yet has a mighty fast metabalism would. He wasn't fat in the least, but he wasn't all muscled out, yet you couldn't tell because the large hand-me-down cloak covered him. It was too short though, so about 2 inches of his ankles were showing and his wrist. Harry finally smiled and hugged Hermione too.

"I heard you had Chicken Socks!" Ron exclaimed as Harry let her go, beaming at his friend. Hermione giggled and Harry snorted back a laugh, which sounded more like a grunt.

"Its called Chicken Pox, Ron. I was fine a week ago, but my paranoid father wouldn't let me come back till ever single spot was gone! But hey, you guys look great!" Harry looked better in Hermiones eyes, but to everyone else, it was drastic to the normal average Potter. His black hair laid on his head messily, some strands covering his eyes. (normal, right) He had grown and towered 3 inches over Hermione. His green eyes, if possible, were brighter and so addicting to look at. When you spot Harry, you just get a vibe. A good vibe, that he's your knight in shinning armor, and will rescue you from harm.

But since Hermione knew both of them for so long, she could only see a brotherly charm in their looks.

"I remember when I had that. The Dursleys locked me up in that bloody cupboard for weeks so they wouldn't get it. As soon as they let me out I rubbed my face on all their pillows. Bummer really, they never got it."Harry replied, sitting down next to his empty plate. I don't mean empty like he didn't eat, I mean empty as in he swilled everything on it down his throat and into his lean body. It must take those two hours to work off all the damn food they eat.

Ginny was still sitting across from her as they all sat down. Her curly head was sun kissed a softer shade of red, which brought out the freckles that danced on her nose. She was so adorable to Hermione, like the little sister she never had. She had the sweetest little smile with adorable dimples in her cheeks, and her eyes twinkled when she laughed. Actually, her eyes twinkled only when she laughed at something Harry said...

"So Hermione, how was your 3 homework free months?" Harry asked, slabbing another piece of toast with butter. What a fat ass, she though, which caused her to grin as she replied.

"Actually Harry, I did have homework. Dumbledore didn't want me to be behind in my studies, so he owled me weekly with my assignments." Hermione sounded pleased with herself, but before Ron could call her a foul name, someone tapped her on the shoulder.

She turned around and was face to face with Professor McGongall. That woman looked so stern, she could make a dementor apologize for attempting to suck the life out of your face. Her hair was pulled back so tight into that little bun, her face looked like it hurt. But something about her stare held some warmth for Hogwarts brightest witch.

"Miss. Granger, it is nice to have you back. I believe you already know you made Head Girl, and received your badge, no?"

"Yes Ma'am." Hermione smiled sweetly up at her teacher. The badge was still in her luggage, but she couldn't wait to pin it to her robe and prance around with it. As a matter of fact, the day Albus Dumbledore sent it to her, she danced around like an absolute loon, showing it to everyone with eyes, including the owl that waited to be sent back. Harry whispered something along the lines of, 'surprise, surprise'

"Good. I have enclosed a map in this envelope that will tell you how to get to your common room. Your password is already chosen by the Head boy, you must ask him for it. I look forward to seeing you in my class again." With that the teacher gave a short nod of appreciation, and walked towards the professors table.

"Good job Hermione!" Ginny squealed, smiling at her. "But... do you know who the head boy is?" Hermione was about to ask who when someone yelled out her name. It was Dean from the opposite end of the Gryffindor table.

"Hermione, is that you?" Hermione nodded, smiling slightly. She loved her new found attention, but hell, who wouldn't. Before the bell rang, telling them to get their asses to class, Hermione was stopped by about 20 guys, some she didn't even know. They all looked at her like she was a human buffet, but that was such a rare action to her that she just took it as friendliness. Hermione didn't feel she changed that much. All she did was style her hair and learned to master make-up. Her boobs were a descent size B, her face was the same, but she had lost weight when she started her vegetarian and jogging faze.

She said good-bye to her friends as she stalked down the hall. The bell rang again and people trekked into their classes."Shit." Hermione stopped and looked at the letter in her hand. She had to go to her room and get her books, so it didn't matter if she was late anyway. She began to walk down the hall when she heard someone yell.

"I...I hate you!" The girl continued, you could her the tears in her voice. Hermione walked faster towards the sound.

"I'm so sorry you feel that way, but listen babe. This was a win-win situation. I had you and your two friends, and you had me. I don't see the losing in that." Said a new voice, this one cold and emotionless. Then something happened, because everyone that was staring shook their heads and continued to class. Hermione heard the girl storm towards her. It was Cindie, who was a Ravenclaw Prefect. Her face was covered by her hands as she hurriedly walked in Hermiones direction.

Hermione reached out for her, dropping the letter, "Cindie, are you OK? What's the matter?" The girl looked at Hermione with sad eyes, tears falling down her face. She shook her head, covered her face with her hands again and mumbled something.

"What?" Hermione pulled her into a hug, but Cindie resisted and looked at her with bloodshot eyes.

"I-I fell in love... don't fall for his tricks. Or he'll get you too." And with that, she shuddered and walked away from the Gryffindor, her head bowed.

Hermione took a deep breath and stared after Cindie, but she was gone. She looked down and saw she had dropped the envelope McGongall gave her. Picking it up, she opened the cream colored parcel that held the Hogwarts crest on the back, and pulled out the weathered parchment.

"Lets see... It says I have to go this way and take a right at the stairs... Great." Hermione walked forward, busily trying to figure out how to get to the common room. She was so preoccupied, she walked right by two people who were talking quietly without even noticing. She didn't hear them use her name, nor the others lusty looks at her bare legs. If only Hermione knew what a skirt does to horny little boys. She only tore her eyes away from the map when she heard the cold voice again, this time yelling.

"WHAT?" What was so familiar about that voice? Something so... wrong?

Hermione glanced behind her, and gasped. The voice! It was ... Cindie loved... he HAD her?...Whoa...That can't be..."Malfoy?" she asked. Before they could answer, she turned and hurried off towards the stairs. Oh...My...God...In the name of farmers tans, Malfoy was hot. Hermione put 2 and 2 together, realizing the importance of Cindies words. She must have slept with Malfoy...("Ewww"...she though..."what a way to catch a case"), then Malfoy made her look ridiculous in front of the school. But... Malfoy? Hermione didn't put it past him, she knew Malfoy was a piece of shit, but that was just beyond cruel.

"Don't fall for it, or he'll get you too..." Hermione repeated Cindies words. "No problem, I see him for what he is... a bouncing little ferret boy glued to daddies ass."

Hermione just couldn't believe his appearance though...he was just... damn. If I'm not being to humble, She would have liked to dip him in a vat of cotton candy and lick it off.

"I wonder how long it took him to finally hit puberty." Hermione chuckled to herself. (6 months, 2 weeks, 7 days, 9 hours... oh wait...was that oratorical?)

Following the directions, which was a bitch to do because she had to go up to the third floor and the stairs decided to be an asshole and move. Finally she was outside a large tapestry of a redwood forest. It looked so peaceful, that she stared at it without moving. Ferns and green plant she didn't recognize covered the tapestry, and a bush of purple and pink flowers freckled the ground. Little tiny fairies began to dance on the purple petals, their tiny bodies moving to the invisible harmony the wind gave them as it blew from tree to tree. One of the fairies saw Hermione and flew from the flower toward her.

"Welcome. Password please." The tiny woman was beautiful. Her hair was an iridescent shade of Green, her large eyes were emerald colored and mysterious, but also so sweet and charming. Her thin legs looked as if she were a ballerina, and her large wings expanded from either side of her. She was wearing a little dress made form baby rose petals and red streaked her wings and hair with little red swirl on her arms. She was without a doubt, beautiful.

"Ma'am, password please." She repeated, getting anxious to hear it.

"Err..." Damn it, she didn't know what it was. She glanced at the paper again, but it didn't even mention the password. "I... I don't know it. But I swear I am suppose-"

"I can't let you enter without the password, sorry. Why don't you ask that hunky blonde that comes in here?" The other fairies giggled, placing their long fingers over their mouths.

"Who? Oh the Head Boy... do you know who it is? Maybe he can give me the password!"

"Oh yes, he's a dishy one really. He comes in sometime with a lady friend. Sometimes two. I believe his name is..." The fairy looked thoughtful, then excited. "Marco! Marco Balfloyd!"

"Marco? I don't know a Marco...Oh...you mean Draco Malfoy!" Hermione said, pleased she figured it out...then she understood what she said, and her face fell. "Malfoy...I have to share a dorm with Malfoy...?"

"That's the ticket! But don't forget the lady friends!" The fairy smiled and spun around in mid air. The other fairies laughed and began dancing again.

"Wow... what luck I have. Thank you Merlin for really looking out for me... you bearded bastard..." Hermione mumbled. Well, if Draco got to choose the password, its probably something really egotistical.

"Um... Draco the wonderful?" The fairy laughed and shook her head.

"Try again Dear."

"Slytherins ...er...are the...best?"

"Hahaha, sorry."

"Gryffindors suck?"

"Again, no. My, we are on a roll, aren't we?" The fairy was sitting on the leaf, her long legs kicking back and forth.

"Er... Draco Malfoy is... sexy?" The fairy giggled as a new voice answered.

"Wow, Granger. You really think so?" Malfoys breath hit the back of her neck, causing her to shudder, but only slightly. It was enough for Draco to see, though. Hermione groaned and spun around to look at him and tell him off. As she turned she caught his eyes.

His powerful steel-colored eyes connected to her caramel ones, as if he could see through her. His lips turned to a smirk as he saw her eyes trail over his face. He was completely... amazing. His skin was clear and light, but not really pale. His lips were so tempting, and his bleached hair hung over his eye.

"Malfoy, it's rude to stare." Hermione sneered.

"Really, Granger. Then you're manners aren't any better then mine." Malfoy's smirk grew as a light blush trailed across her cheeks.

'God, he is such an annoying prat.' She thought. "Malfoy, stop being a callous and tell me what the password is! I was trying to guess something you would say, you chauvinist pig." Malfoy took a step closer to her, their bodies almost touching. He bent down towards her face slowly, Hermione's eyes grew, but she didn't move. 'What is he doing?' She was tempted to grab his face and kiss the hell out of him, but this was Malfoy we were talking about, remember.

His lips brushed her ear as he replied,"Then, get out of my way." He smiled as she closed her mouth, looking frustrated. She moved to the side and Draco walked right up to the tapestry. The fairy flew up and giggled, looking at Malfoy.

"Evening ladies." He smiled at the fairy, causing it to sigh and fall on the flower.

"Hello Draco..." The fairies said in unison. Then a punked out purple one flew towards him, her hair was in a violet mohawk and her outfit was made with lilac petals. "Password, please."

"Open up."

"Access granted." The fairy beamed as the tapestry moved to the side.

"Open up? well that's the most ridiculous password I've ever heard!"

"Actually, a more absurd password would be open sesame." He replied, smirking down at her. She didn't take notice to his imprudent comment and continued.

"I figured it would be like Malfoy the Magnificent, seeing how you can't get enough of yourself. I'm amazed you haven't glued a mirror to your wrist so you can jack off to your reflection." Hermione retorted, unable to hide her amused look. Malfoy shot her a insipid glare, but ignored her quick comeback. The fairies all gasped at her comment and gave her spiteful looks.

"Malfoy the magnificent... I like that Granger." Then to the fairies, he continued. "I would like to change the password to 'Malfoy the Magnificent.'" The fairies expressions changed and they started that irritating giggling they always do when he spoke.

"Allowed!" Yelled a fairy with a golden up-do, her eyes yellow and catlike. Draco smirked again and turned towards Hermione.

"Do you think you can remember that? Ok, say it with me... Malfoy...The...Magnificent."

"Malfoy, get your head out of you ass." Hermione replied, shooting him a dirty look. She pushed him out of the way and walked into the common room.

"No, you said it wrong, Granger." But she was already in the dorm. Draco looked after her, amazed at how much of an attitude she had. A grin began to form again as he thought, "Wow, this is going to be fun..."

A/N: Hello dears! I am pleased to see you all again, I hope you like my little turn of events... not like you couldn't see it coming.

My gosh, I am a horrid speller, thank god for spellchecker.

Well I love you all to bits, but I must start writing the next chappie.

Good night, and may your dreams somehow involve Johnny Depp.

XxX MoOnIe