DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Harry Potter series or any of it's characters.

A/N Ok, so this is like my first fic in like forever. I might be a little rusty, so be kind…

Summary: typical HG/DM fic. They share a dorm room as they are both heads. Upon her arrival back at Hogwarts she can't help but notice Draco's strange and unpredictable mood swings. She hates him more than ever and she starts freaking when Draco, in a more, shall we say, emotional mood, confesses to her some thing that may ruin her life… can Hermione trust Draco's words and feel for him as she did before he broke her into little pieces?

Chapter One: Trains, Games and…Tears?

Hermione Granger, top of her year and newly appointed Head Girl of Hogwarts took at deep breath in and a sigh of delight sounded between her smiling pink lips. The Hogwarts Express in all its glory gleamed in front of her. It was odd however, that her two best friends Harry and Ron weren't there next to her, sharing the moment. In fact she stood completely alone, except for the other student proceeding to board that hurriedly brushed past her, ignoring her completely. Her mother and father no doubt were already leaving King's Cross station on the other side of platform 9 3/4. They had been rather reluctant in stepping through a solid wall, and instead decided it best to say good bye then and there. She stepped into the train and proceeded to check every compartment for her friends.

"Just my luck, bet they are in the very last compartment" she thought.

As Hermione was nearing the end of the compartments she was sure she heard sobbing over the usual racket that echoed from the compartments. Feeling it her duty to investigate, she went on to where the noise was coming from; after all she was head girl. She grasped the handle and gave it a yank. She wasn't surprised when it wouldn't budge, a quick, "Alohamora "and the door sprung open. What Hermione's eyes told her was so far from the first year with jitters she had expected. He however was some one very familiar and very horrid. Draco Malfoy looked a terrible mess, when he looked up she could see his eyes where red and puffy and his skin was unnaturally pale, even for him. She was at a loss for words, what could she say.

"Please get away from me, I don't want…" his voice had none of its normal malice or superiority, it was weak and quiet.

"Malfoy…" she began. Deciding against it she slid the door shut and wondered slowly to the end of the train, thinking. Sure enough there sat Harry, Ron and Ginny in the last compartment. Harry and Ron sat on either side of a pull out table locked in a violent game of Chess and Ginny was curled up on the chair next to Harry, absorbed in a muggle romance novel. Her arrival was greeted with the usual cheer and she received hugs all round.

"So what kept you, head girl," Harry asked childishly. Hermione rolled her eyes and smiled, then remembering she was gonna have to answer, her smile vanished. She just couldn't tell them what she'd seen… it was too weird.

"Just a first year that was a little nervous," she gave a little false laugh as though the idea was 'cute'. Receiving no suspicious looks, she felt as though she'd pulled it off and took a seat next to Ron.

"How bout a game of chess Mione?"

"How bout no Harry, you know I hate to loose."

Just as Harry went to open his mouth to argue, a weedy looking fourth year boy opened the door. After the usual gasp as his eyes slid over Harry's scared forehead he said," Miss Granger, Professor McGonagall wants to speak to the head students in the front compartment now."

The door slid shut and Hermione knew it was coming.

"Ooo Miss Gran-ger!" three voices said in unison.

Hermione scrunched her face up and in her most sarcastic tone retorted, "Ooh, Mr Prefect Weasley and Quidditch captain Potter please sigh my cape for me, I'm your biggest fan. Oh and Mrs Weasley-Thomas please pass on my regards to your partner Dean for the congratulation speach."

With a satisfied smile, she left the shocked faces of her friends and continued down to the front of the train Only did her smile fade when she entered her destined compartment and sitting in front of her was a slightly less puffy Draco Malfoy. On his chest was a gleaming badge that confirmed her fears, he was head boy!

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Professor McGonagall smiled at them both and took a seat opposite Hermione and Draco.

"Congratulations to the both of you," she said, sharing with them one of her rarely seen smiles, "head boy and girl, well it is certainly an achievement. You are lucky enough to be the first in your position to take part in an experiment of Professor Dumbledore's."

Hermione nervously glanced at Draco, who was looking just as anxious as she did. She most certainly did not like the idea of taking part in Dumbledore's little plans. As brilliant as he was, he could some times seem a little crazy…

"… As of today the head students will be sharing living quarters," McGonagall continued.

Yep, he was crazy. Crazy, crazy, crazy.

"Your dormitory will consist of a shared small library, common room, and bathroom and of cause separate bed rooms."

The teacher smiled as she mistook the looks of utter horror on her students faces as anticipation.

"I now suggest that you dress into your robes and patrol the train for, I dunno, let's say half an hour, then you may return to your class mate and relax the rest of the ride. Oh, and can you please choose a password now so I might inform Sir Cadogan of your choice."

Hermione knew right away that McGonagall meant that the energetic and slightly irritating portrait of the knight that Harry, Ron and herself had met in third year was to be the guardian over the entrance to their new quarters.

McGonagall left them to it and Hermione turned nervously to Draco. He didn't look in the mood to talk, so Hermione did first, "so… what do ya recon?"

Draco merely looked up at her. Then as if he suddenly realise who was in the room with him he regained his trade mark smirk and answered smoothly, "how bout 'mudblood', sounds kinda catchy." His smirk widened. Hermione flinched slightly but after giving him a rather evil look replied, "I much prefer the sound of cry baby."

She smiled as she watched her words take their effect.

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Forty-five minutes later Hermione was on her way back to the carriage where she'd find her friends. She had spent another 15 minutes with Draco bickering before setting out to inform McGonagall of the new password and then to patrolling.

Malfoy and Granger was to be their password. They got so sick of one another's company that they decided their names would be simple and would get them away from one another faster.

She sighed. But this time it wasn't the same as the one she'd sighed when the Hogwarts express had graced her sight. This time it was one of stress and anticipation for a horrible last year at Hogwarts. One she would be sharing with him.

A/N so there you have it. First chapter. Please R&R so I have the balls to keep writing…not that I have any to begin with…