Summary: Hermione is tired of being the quiet, no-it-all little bookworm she always was, she's sick of being the bushy haired, buck-toothed nerdy girl who no guy will ever talk to unless they have questions about some type of essay. Well when she comes back to Hogwarts for her 7th year…everyone's going to see a difference…maybe even for the worst?
Summary cont'd: Hermione has also made Head Girl...and guess who's made Head Boy…that's right! Draco Malfoy! Please R&R!

Rated: M for mentioning of drugs, cussing, some sexual content, and physical abuse.

(A/N: Ok I know in the 2nd chapter I sorta said shes going to be a bad-ass but I changed my mind. She'll still have a really bad attitude and deal with abuse and drugs and stuff and I might add Evon in this whole thing , but Hermione won't be a complete bad-ass…just very mouthy.)

Drugs, Sex,…Change

Chapter 3: In The Head's Compartment

By:babyphat8701

(Hermione's POV)

'God what an insufferable asshole' Hermione thought as she stepped into the Head's compartment. "I can't wait until I'm away from him for good." She said while looking at her freshly manicured nails.

"You wouldn't happen to be talking about me, would you?" said a voice coming from the door. Hermione spun around in surprise. "What are you doing here!" She shouted at him. "This compartment is only for Head's!" She said smugly.

"Well in case you didn't realize, mudblood , I am Head Boy." He smirked.

"And what did you do to get Head Boy…sleep with Snape? I always thought something had been going on with you two…" She said smiling at her remark.

"No, but I'm sure you must have slept with the old fart Dumbledore to get Head Girl…no, no, no…that wouldn't happen. Merlin knows not even a troll would want to sleep with a mudblood like you." He said glaring at her.

"You know that any guy on this god damn train would give up their penis just to touch me." She said walking up so close to him, she could feel his breath on the tip of her nose. She backed up a little bit and just stared at him.

(Draco's POV)

Damn…why the bloody hell is the mudblood staring at me like…that! It really is quite unnerving. Quite disgusting. Quite..ooo blue thong…oops..wait…not thinking about that..Odd as it was, I stood where I was and just stared right back at her. It was if it was some sort of staring competition was going on between us.

I then noticed that her eyes were starting to droop. 'Yes…yes…'good, my little mudblood. You will lose! LOSE I SAY!' I cackled away evilly inside my head and then I realized I was not thinking right. (A/N-I have no clue where all this is coming from, feel free to burn me in the reviews)

I walked past her and put my trunk on the top rack and sat down on the far left corner compartment, opposite of where Hermione was sitting. 'What in Merlin's name was I just doing that for..?"

(Hermione's POV)

I just kept staring into those blue, gray eyes. It was so strange…it was like I was being sucked into heaven as crazy as it sounds. But it was still the most awkward moment I had ever experienced in my entire life. But I had to keep remembering what Evon said, "Don't ever stay with only one guy, don't ever fall for one guy, they are your plaything, your advantage, you are always in control."

Even though she had this sentence, memorized in her mind, and had said it every night for the past summer, I still couldn't take my eyes away from those pearly blue eyes…

'Heheheee…you won't win Draco…mahahahahahaa you are mine! I shall win! WIN WIN WIN I SAY!' 'Holy hell…what exactly had she been smoking…' 'But somehow…I can't tear myself away…' (A/N-Again, I have no clue where this was all coming from, burn away.) Then she watched as Malfoy moved around her to put his trunk on the top rack, so she just decided to sit down on the compartment seat and wait for Professor McGonnagal to explain their duties of the Head's further, and as if suddenly on cue, McGonnagal had just entered the room and sat down at the far right hand corner of the compartment.

(Normal POV)

Professor McGonnagal cleared her throat. "Hello Ms. Granger and Mr. Malfoy. I have some…rather upsetting news for you. Well, Ms. Granger's room has been…well…tampered with…putting it simply. Apparently, a few Slytherins from last year thought it would be a good laugh if the last Head Girl had come to her room on the last day of the year, only being welcomed to a room filled with Puking Gas and green slime all over her walls! Honestly, I was so embarrassed that I…well anyway you ," She said nodding towards Hermione. "and Mr. Malfoy are going to have to share a room."

"WHAT!" Malfoy shouted. Hermione was too busy looking at her nails to care or notice. "Huh…what, did you say something?" She said, looking straight at Professor McGonnagal. "Ms.Granger, you and Mr.Malfoy are going to have to share a room together…not to mention a bathroom, common room, and kitchen and dining area.

Hermione just stared at her and then looked over at Malfoy…a look of pure hatred on his face, then had plastered an unrecognizable look on her own. "Oh that's no problem, it'll be just a better way for Malfoy and I to get to know each other." She smiled falsely at the professor.

"Well, Ms. Granger, I'm glad you have handled this situation so well," She looked over at Malfoy. "What about you Mr. Malfoy. Are you mature enough to handle this?"

He nodded dumbfoundedly.

"Good. Now you have several tasks this year to complete as Head Boy and Girl. But the most major would have to be…" She handed them a sheet that listed all their tasks.

"The Yule Ball!" They exclaimed at the same time.

"Yes. And as it is a school policy, I am sorry that I have to inform you that you two will be required to attend the Yule Ball together as a couple.

"Hell no." Malfoy replied.

"Sure, whatever." replied Hermione gripping her arm as if she was about to pass out.

"Good, and Malfoy, please refrain from using that sort of language. 10 points from Slytherin, and while were on the subject…MISS GRANGER WHAT IN MERLIN'S NAME ARE YOU WEARING!"

Hermione looked down are what Professor McGonnagal was referring too. "A thong." She said simply. "Ms. Granger you know that is against school rules to show undergarments or your mid-riff. I'm afraid I'm going to have to take 20 points from Gryffindor." Hermione could have sworn McGonnagal say, "It's a damn shame we had that free to decide what you want to wear rule added…damn, damn, damn…" she said while walking out of the compartment.

As soon as Hermione knew McGonnagal was out of the hallway, she reached up over Malfoy and took down her trunk, opened it, and pulled out a small blue container that had the word's Rubbermaid on them. Hermione flipped the lid open and grabbed 6 beers and headed back over to her side of the compartment and sat down again.

She remembered what Evon had told her about all the drinking levels and what they did to you:

Flashback

Evon shouted over the loud booming music in the back ground, "Hermione were girlfriends so since you're new with this crowd I'm gonna let you in on all the things that happen to you with each number of drinks you have," She said holding out her hand, as if ready to count each number on her finger,

"1 Drink: Encourages you to get another

2 Drinks: You might start to doze off

3 Drinks: Might start to act a little stupid

4 Drinks: Nobody can understand a damn thing you're saying

5 Drinks: Can't see anything straight and you'll start to trip over people a lot

6+ Drinks: You'll have one hell of a hangover!

See how good of a friend I am, this will be helpful info in the fu-HEY RICKY! WOO COME ON OVA HERE BOY! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!" She had said pushing Hermione out of the way to go see "Ricky".

End Of Flashback

She shook the thought out of her head and thought to herself, 'Oh well this is an emergency. Desperate times call for desperate measures.' she thought while pulling off the top of a beer and gulping it down like her life depended on it.

Malfoy just stared at her in disbelief. "Errr…mudblood…not that I care…but uh…you should slow down on those." He said watching her already halfway through her 2nd one.

"Oh sod off Malfoy, if you don't care then don't try to tell me what I should or shouldn't do." She said flipping open the top to her 3rd beer.

"Fine, whatever mudblood…go ahead and intoxicate yourself see if I care."

And that's exactly what she did.

Please R&R!