A/N: For those of you who are revisiting my story I am currently rewriting/editing chapters so no new chapters will appear until it's all completed! If you see anything that needs to be fixed please email me at Charmedp3pheebs@aol.com or review and put what the problem is in it. Sorry and thanks for reading.

Also... I put both chapter 1 and 2 together to make the story have less chapters... maybe that's weird.

Chapter 1:

HERMIONE

Hermione Granger walked down the earth colored hallway of the Goldwaters a hotel made especially for wizards and witches. She paid close attention to the intricate detailed art of the wall paper which was a pale almost whitish green and the hand painted flowers, in shades of yellow, orange and gold, which seemed to sway in an unknown breeze as she walked past. The doors seemed to clash with the setting of the walls and soft gold carpet. They were a cold black color with indented symbols and shapes.

She looked down at the small, cool metal object in her for a moment. It was shaped like a star with five smaller stars inside it.

A week from now she would be back at Hogwarts as the head girl. 'This is a perk to being head girl,' she guessed. Dumbledore had sent her a note in the middle of her summer vacation that congratulated her on the accomplishment and that there would be a special dinner at the Goldwaters hotel.

At first her parents weren't so sure but once Hermione reminded them of Hogwarts and how this would be basically the same because of Dumbledore being there they reluctantly let her go, alone. 'Besides,' Hermione thought. 'I'm old enough to spend a few nights away from home alone.'

Hermione had reached the end of the hallway but she still hadn't found her room. She looked around but couldn't seem to find an elevator or stair case. Her eyes focused on a spot that blended well with the wall. Indented in it was a star, moon, sun and planet. Placing her star up to the indented one Hermione waited.

She didn't move but the hallway seemed to. It changed from the green and gold colors to beige walls and white walls. When she turned around she nearly hit the wall that had formed behind her. On it, where the door knob would usually be was the star symbol with a star inside it.

"Finally, I'm getting somewhere!" She said out loud.

Following the hallway to her side she finally came to a star with five stars inside. Gently, the young girl placed her star inside and the door swung open.

The door led into a room dressed in Gryffindor colors. Her bedspread was red and her pillows and the curtains were gold like the rug. The walls though were a plain white. On her bed sat her bags. Three in all since she wouldn't be heading back home, the rest would be sent straight to Hogwarts. Hermione sat on her bed and sighed. 'A nice dip in the pool sounds great about now.' She thought as she reached in her bags for her bathing suit.

She pulled out the black bathing suit and quickly changed. Wasting no time, she didn't even put her shorts on and just grabbed a towel.

DRACO

Draco Malfoy opened the door to his room. Goldwaters was a good hotel but, it was hardly what he called a four star hotel. 'Those cheap skates at Hogwarts.' He thought.

His father was also staying at Goldwaters for some sort of business that Draco was uninformed about and now, he had to have dinner with them every night. His mother was also there which would make the experience even more dreadful. How he hated the thought of more family time. More watching his parents pretend to put up with each other when , once everyone was out of site, his mother would be brutally beaten or stuffed in a closet for weeks.

Draco faintly remembered the last time they had a vacation at a hotel similar to this one. His mother had taken that opportunity to finally try to escape from his father's clutches. Draco was only five, but even he could see the pain his father had put her through.

Time and time again his grandmother and aunt tried to get his mother to escape with Draco, time and time again they failed. Everytime Draco found her bruised and broken, crying on the floor she would claim it was her own fault, she had angered Lucius, or that she had fallen.

That night when she had tried to take Draco away though was by far the worse.

She clutched his arm tightly in one hand with bags in the other as the two of them fled down the hall. His father was at some meeting, no doubt sponsored by the death eaters. The two of them stood on the transportation platform that would lead to the lobby of the hotel. Before she could use her key to start the transportation she stopped dead. Literally. She fell backwords, stiff as a log, her hand tore from Draco's.

At the opposite end of the hallway was Lucius Malfoy, wand in hand pointed at the two of them. Terror had filled Draco's chest as he lunged towards him and the stiff that moments earlier was his living breathing mother.

The moment was filled with dispair because he had though his mother was dead. He was wrong and found that out once they entered the confinement of their hotel suite and Lucius drug the woman into the bathroom. Draco couldn't tell what his father did, but he could hear every bit of it.

"No!" His mother hand cried.

"What were you doing with my boy?"

"W- we were just taking a walk,"

His father wasn't a fool, he'd seen the bags. It went on for hours, well through the night and into the morning. Despite how hard he tried Draco couldn't sleep. The shrill screaming of his mother echoed through his brain all night. It was a wonder how no one heard. His father had probably cast a spell.

He shook his head, trying to erase the memory and conjure up new thoughts.

Was Hermione the other head student? This was one question he wanted to know. He already knew the answer. It was obvious. If there was one thing he didn't want to be put through it was the constant nagging of Hermione Granger. Although, he did have to admit, she had gotten very beautiful over the past few years. She was still a mudblood. Through and through.

Draco changed into his dinner attire and left his room. Unpacking would be done by some one else.

He put the star shaped key in his pocket after opening the passage into the main hall and walked all the way to the dinner hall. Before opening the glass door he saw her standing down the hall. Hermione Granger in all her glory standing with her head held high.

He fought the urge to go over and make some smart comment about what she was wearing or how she looked but he couldn't even think of one at this moment. He smiled to himself and walked into the dinning room. Making Hermione's life a living hell for the next week didn't sound like such a bad idea.

HERMIONE

Hermione soaked her feet in the cool gold colored water of the pool. It only made sense that they would name the hotel after something as magnificent as the oily, gold colored water. This was definitely something new and enjoyable. She wore her black bathing suit. She wasn't like many of the other muggle girls she had known. They'd flaunt their breasts proudly wanting everyone to look. Hermione was more conservative then that.

She watched in amazement as a group of young kids were walking on the water. Sure many weird things had happened during her many years of Hogwarts but, the strange, never seemed to grow old or boring.

As her thoughts went to what her last year of school would be and what she would miss she felt a strong forced of ice cold air push against her back knocking her over, face first, into the pool. The thick, oily liquid quickly beaded on her skin and in her hair.

"What the hell?" She spat as she came back up from the golden waters.

Above her stood in infamous Draco Malfoy. Her one true enemy. Sure she had hated others. But this hate for Draco was of no comparison to anything else she'd ever experienced.

"Hello Granger."

He stood over her grinning like a kid on Christmas day and if Hermione had her wand at the moment she swore she would have knocked the stupid grin right off him. Draco walked closer to the edge of the pool and extended a hand.

"Want a lift?" He asked.

Of course Hermione didn't trust him for a moment. She quickly extended her own hand and grabbed his wrist pulling him in the water with her. His robes were drenched in the water. People stared staring at Hermione and Draco but she didn't care. Of course Draco did.

"What are you doing you crazy mudblood?" He hollered.

Using the ladder, he pulled himself out of the water looking much like a wet rat. His hair was matted across his face and his robes were hanging untidily off of his shoulders. Hermione stifled a laugh as Draco turned and stalked off looking like exactly what he was. A spoiled brat. 'And that's all he'll ever be.' Hermione thought.

DRACO


That mudblood had caught him off guard. Caught him right off guard and sent him crashing into the murky enchanted waters of Goldwaters Hotel. She was quick and sly, definitely quick with her tongue. Draco didn't normally like girls with mouths like Hermione had but he found a hint of pleasure in arguing with her.

Draco opened the door to his room and stepped inside, drenched from head to toe. He wiped his shimmering, greasy arms with disgust.

It was ice cold in his hotel room. It didn't help that the water didn't seem to want to evaporate. Draco smiled at the irony. Ice Cold were two words usually used in sentences describing his own family. Ice cold muggle haters.

It wasn't as if Draco hated them so much, it was the fact that his father had brought him up to treat them as underlings. That's what they were to him. Even the most gorgeous ones weren't good enough for a pureblooded Malfoy. Hermione was a prime example. He laughed at the thought of bringing her home to meet his parents. That would be the day.

But she had grown into a beautiful mudblood. Her hair, her eyes, her curves. Draco couldn't believe that Hermione hadn't seen the looks that all the guys at Hogwarts gave her. She seem oblivious to everyone and everything except for Harry, Ron, Ginny and her studies.

Walking over to the bathroom, he muttered a few words, allowing the soft glow of his green candles spread into the dark living quarters of his Slytherin decorated room. He gazed into the mirror at his gold colored robes and skin. He hated that water. It would be a living hell to remove from his blonde hair.

He tossed off his robe, letting it fall into a wet ball on the floor and turned on the shower. He didn't dare touch the warm water, that would only make the slick substance even harder to wash away. He took off the rest of his clothing and hoped into the shower. Shock from the could water made his body rigid for a moment before he completely adjusted. Then he let the water wash away everything. Including all thoughts about that stupid mudblood.

HERMIONE


Hermione flicked her wand causing the room to dim to a near blackness. She often times took comfort in the dark. It seemed to soothe and take away all of her thoughts. Right now Hermione's thoughts were on Draco. She didn't know why but, every time she started to think her mind drifted to him. Maybe it was the surprise of seeing him as head boy.

But really, it was that surprising. Draco was a smart boy, at the top of their class behind Hermione. She had to give him that.

Sinking deep into the soft cottony covers, Hermione sighed and laid her head on the smoothness of the silky pillow. Hermione had spent the rest of her night cleaning the gold color, from the pool water, out of her hair and off her skin. It seemed to stain almost everything she touched. She found out that warm water only made problems ten times worse and after washing her body three times with warm water, ended up taking a long, cold shower. Later she had read and ate by herself in her room. Over all it was a dull night. The one thing that made it all worth while was seeing the shocked look on Draco's face as she pulled him into the water. Simply wonderful!

'Draco,' She thought. 'He seems to have gotten along pretty well over the summer.

Draco seemed in a way taller then last year and definitely more muscular and it made him seem more intimidating. His eyes were the same intense blue gray color and he looked just as good as always. Hermione wasn't oblivious to Draco's good looks. Just like every other girl in school she had noticed but she didn't swoon like many of them did. Ron wasn't bad looking either. Playing Quidditch had certainly helped him some but, in Hermione's eyes, he wasn't any where near Draco's looks.

Harry hadn't changed much at all. He still wore those glasses, despite everyone telling him not to, he still had that scar... he was exactly the same Harry Potter she'd met six years ago. Just taller and deeper voiced. He also didn't compare to Draco's good looks.

Rolling her eyes, Hermione flipped over. 'Why am I thinking about this stuff?' she asked herself. Tomorrow was the dinner with McGonagall, Snape and Dumbledore, since it was well past three in the morning Hermione closed her eyes and fell asleep quickly in the warmth of her room and thoughts.

***

Hermione tossed her covers off with a start. It was well past noon time. She had hoped to make use of the facilities that Goldwaters had to offer today but now she wouldn't have time. She'd be having dinner with her teachers and the dreadful Malfoy around three that day so she decided to start getting ready at that moment.

Not bothering to make her bed, noticing that now she was an independent woman with no parents, she grabbed her Hogwarts robes, since it was mandatory dress attire, and marched into the enormous bathroom. If these were the perks of being head girl, Hermione wouldn't even mind the whole Draco factor.

She turned on the warm water letting it become scolding hot before adding a little cold. Next she pumped a gracious amount of strawberry smelling bath soap into the water and let it bubble before undressing and jumping in. She sunk down into the water letting the warmth wash over her and take away all of the left over gold shimmer from her skin.

What a nuisance that stuff was.

Before long she had drifted off to sleep.


'Some headgirl she's turning out to be.' Draco thought as he stomped down the hall.
Hermione's room hadn't been hard to find considering it was right by his. When he stopped in front of her door he straightened his robes and smoothed out his hair. With a harsh sigh he pounded on her door. He held the key to her room that Snape had given him in the other hand.

As of now she was a half an hour late. He pounded harder and strained his ears to pick up any noises coming from behind the barricade

"Granger?!" He damanded.

Slipping the star shaped key into the slot he watched as the door opened.

"Granger? Where are you?"

Her unmade bed stood directly in front of him. 'She isn't exactly the tidiest mudblood,' Draco thought as he noticed the underwear and pajamas laying on the ground and her unpacked suitcases piled next to the night stand.

Hearing moaning from the side, Draco turned to face a partial opened door. He peeked inside and saw Hermione laying unconscious in the tub filled with piles of white fluffy bubbles. All of her woman hood was covered by the bubbles. He smirked and quickly slammed the door shut hoping to wake her. Once he heard the rustling of water he sat on her bed. This ought to be quite the surprise. He couldn't help but widen his smile.