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Butting Heads

The next morning Hermione awoke feeling rejuvenated and optimistic about the day ahead of her. She didn't even think about Malfoy as she sat up and slipped her feet into the pink, fluffy slippers beside her bed (she was pretty sure the house-elves had quietly crept into her room the night before and placed the slippers there). Then she pulled a pink bathrobe out of her suitcase and wrapped herself in it before she headed for the hot shower waiting for her in the bathroom.

However, when she stepped out of her bedroom, her peaceful mood and revitalized feeling vanished. It was instead replaced by an image that she was sure would not disappear from her mind anytime soon.

"Oh god!" Hermione shrieked.

"What?" Malfoy asked. A long corridor connected their bedrooms; Malfoy's bedroom was at one end of it and Hermione's at the other, with the bathroom in the center. Malfoy was standing outside his door carrying toothpaste, a toothbrush, and wearing nothing except the towel slung over his shoulder.

"Malfoy where the hell are your pants?" Hermione demanded. She held her hand out at arms length so that she could not see anything below his waist. She also squinted her eyes so that any part of him that she actually could see would be blurry.

"Um, I live here, mudblood." Malfoy said in a tone that Hermione was an idiot and was not aware of this. "Do you really think that when I'm at my mansion that I don't sleep naked? Do you really expect me to make an exception for you? Ha! That's a good one, Granger. Keep it up."

"I don't care if you sleep naked!" Hermione exclaimed. "Just put something on when you're not in your room! Spare the rest of us the horror."

"Oh come on, Granger. I know that you think that I'm sexy." Malfoy said, raising his eyebrows and smiling seductively.

"Well then I must think that the statue of Gregory the Smarmy is sexy, too." Hermione replied in disgust. "Now cover yourself or I might just be sick."

Malfoy glared at her before covering himself with the towel hanging off his shoulder. He then slunk to the bathroom and shut the door a bit harder than necessary behind him.

Did Draco Malfoy just do something that I asked him to do? Hermione asked herself. Bewildered and puzzled, she made her way to the common room and poured herself a cup of hot coffee from the counter beside the portrait. It was early; only quarter after six. She found it hard to believe that Malfoy was an early riser. He always came off as someone who would try to sleep in as late as possible (even if that means missing class). Then she wondered why she was even thinking about Malfoy. She shook her head, withdrew The Standard Book of Spells, Grade Seven by Miranda Goshawk, and divulged herself into the book while taking occasional sips of her steaming coffee.

About fifteen minutes later, Malfoy emerged into the common room. Fortunately for Hermione he was wearing a green and silver towel around his waist while he was drying his hair with an identical smaller one.

For the first time, Hermione took a good look at the half-naked Malfoy. As much as she despised him, she could not help but notice what a gorgeous six-pack he has. Now Hermione had seen both Harry and Ron without shirts, and they were definitely nothing compared to Malfoy. After a few moments, Hermione realized she was staring. Apparently Malfoy did as well.

"See? You do think I'm sexy." He smirked.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Good morning to you, too."

Malfoy strolled over to the counter and conjured up a cup before pouring himself a glass of coffee. "Do you always get up this early?"

"Excuse me?"

"I thought I was rather clear." Malfoy said. "I said, do you always get up this morning?"

"I heard you, it's just not very often that you say something to me that doesn't involve an insult or something about you being the most sexy boy at Hogwarts." Hermione glared at him. "And yes I do, so get used to it."

"I hope you don't expect me to be in my bedroom all the time." Malfoy said, plopping himself down on a comfortable, violet armchair. "Because I'm going to be out here all the time. All The Time."

"Great." Hermione replied, sarcastically. "Just wonderful."

Hermione continued reading her book and there was actually silence for about ten minutes. She was beginning to think that maybe it wouldn't be to bad living with Malfoy; he didn't seem so keen on annoying her this morning. Of course, it was too good to be true.

Malfoy began humming under his breath. At first the tune was hard to distinguish, but Hermione soon discerned it to be Weasley is our King.

Hermione glared at him, but he took no notice so she tried to continue with her reading. However, Malfoy's humming grew louder and louder.

"Do you mind?" Hermoine finally asked.

"Nope, not really." Malfoy replied. He crossed his arms and persisted with the humming, moving his feet to the beat.

"That is so out!" Hermione cried. "Nobody sings it anymore because it doesn't bother us Gryffindor's anymore, remember?"

"Yes, but then why are you so bothered?" Malfoy smirked.

"Because I'm trying to read!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Well then, read somewhere else. This is my musical chair, and while I'm in it I will be performing musical things. If you have a problem with it, then read in your bedroom."

"No!" Hermione cried. "This is our common room, not yours!"

"Exactly. So we're in agreement that I should be able to hum or sing or do whatever I want because this common room is partially mind. Wonderful. Now, if you don't mind I would like to continue with it, mudblood." And with that he began with Weasley is our King once more.

Frustrated, Hermione sat up and left for the bathroom. Now that Malfoy was out of the shower she was free to occupy it and clean off all of the filth that she felt whenever Malfoy was present. Once she had washed her hair and body, she stepped out of the shower and pampered herself with her perfume and her makeup and everything else that made her feel beautiful. After she straightened her hair with a simple, newly discovered spell, she gathered her things, put them away in her bedroom and headed back out into the common room.

"Draco!" A shrilly voice giggled.

The sight that met Hermione's eyes was not pretty. Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson were both on the small violet couch, Malfoy on top of Pansy. He had his hand up her shirt and the bulge on Pansy's left breast under her shirt made it quite clear to Hermione where Malfoy was touching her. They were kissing, if that's even what Hermione would call it. To her it looked like a full-blown make out session. She could actually see Pansy's tongue sliding into Malfoy's mouth, and it was completely disgusting.

"Ahem!" Hermione said, sharply. She had to deliberately clear her throat several times before Malfoy and Pansy noticed her presence standing in the archway.

"What do you want, mudblood?" Pansy asked angrily; obviously she was livid that Hermione had disrupted her little make out session with Malfoy.

"A barf bag at the moment!" Hermione cried. "Malfoy, what the hell is this?"

"I was bored." Malfoy shrugged.

"Well, be bored in your own room!" Hermione yelled. Then after thinking about it, she said, "Actually, don't. Just don't be doing this stuff when I'm around, it's sickening!"

Malfoy began to get angry. "You better stop telling me what to do, Granger. We both live here. Do you understand? Both of us. If I want… er… friends…coming over, then I'll have friends come over."

"Whatever." Hermione said. "I don't know if I will be able to go the whole year with this living arrangement, then."

And with that she stormed out of the Head Boy and Girl common room, leaving Malfoy and Pansy to carry on with what they were doing. By now it was after seven, so people should be filing into the Great Hall for breakfast. As she made her way down and into the Hall, she spotted Harry and Ron as two of the few students sitting at the Gryffindor table. She plopped herself down in a seat across from them and grabbed a piece of toast, jamming it into her mouth and completely disregarding the fact that her two best friends were anywhere near her.

"Um, good morning?" Harry asked.

"Don't ask." Hermione replied.

"Well, I'll ask anyway." Ron said. "What's up?"

"Stupid Malfoy!" Hermione cried.

"Is he giving you a hard time?" Harry asked. She noticed his hands balling into fists before he slid them under the table. "We heard he was Head Boy. Disgusting."

"I can handle him." Hermione said, sharply. Harry did not need to get into any more trouble. "I just can't stand living with him. It hasn't even been a day! It's just pathetic. And that Pansy cow was over this morning."

"For what?" Ron asked, stuffing his mouth with bacon.

"Oh, just for some fun." Hermione muttered, bitterly.

Ron didn't seem to understand, and Hermione definitely didn't feel like recounting the situation. So instead, she extended an invitation.

"Do you guys want to do your homework in my common room tonight?" Hermione asked. "I'd definitely fancy the company."

"Sure." Harry said. "Although we may not be doing the homework. It's first day, Hermione!"

"Yeah, it can all wait til the weekend." Ron agreed.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "You need to be caught up! If you wait until the weekend then you'll be behind and you two know more then anyone what it's like to be behind in your schoolwork!"

Luckily she was shoving food into her mouth at that moment, so she didn't see Harry and Ron roll their eyes and exchange a look that clearly said, only our Hermione.

A/N: Okay there we go, Chapter 2 completed. Review, please!