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Head Boy and Head Girl
Draco opened his eyes as a loud beeping sound filled the room. He groggily lifted his head off his fluffy white pillow. He glanced at the clock and registered the time: 6:30. He got up out of bed and walked across his bedroom into the bathroom.
Draco stripped his pajamas off and jumped into the shower. He took a half hour shower, thinking about the coming day. He would be catching the Hogwarts Express today, and traveling back to Hogwarts for his final year. He would see her today…The thought pleased him so much.
He stepped out of the shower, and dried himself with a drying charm. He changed into black Hogwarts robes with green trim. Under his name tag and the Slytherin crest, his placed his Head Boy badge. It gleamed silver from the reflection of the early sunlight. He used a blow dryer to dry his hair to give a wavy look. He admired himself in the mirror, and for once, thought that maybe he would impress her.
He stepped out of the bathroom, and began rushing around his room, picking up things he would need. He packed all his robes, jeans, socks, boxers, and shirts he would need. He placed his cauldron in next. He grabbed two sets of quidditch robes and stuffed them in there as well. He placed all his books into the trunk. He threw in potion ingredients, quills, parchment, and ink bottles. He grabbed a green cloak and put it in there as well. He shut it and magically locked it.
He took his wand off the bedside table and put it in his robes' pocket. Draco's eagle owl Clipper hooted as he rushed around the room. He closed the cage door and locked it. Placing the cage next to his trunk, he gave a last look at his room, making sure he forgot nothing. The house elves would bring it down later. He apparated to his kitchen.
"Good morning Mother. Morning Lucius," he called out to his parents. His father simply nodded and turned back to his sausages. His mother, on the other hand, came over and hugged him.
"Oh my Draco is in his final year at Hogwarts. We've been waiting for this," Narcissa said pleasantly. Draco knew all too well his mother's dislike for death eaters and Voldemort, but she, like Draco, kept it to herself. She also pretended to like the plans.
"Yeah yeah. Don't fuss. Where's breakfast?" But before he finished, a house elf came bustling in and set a plate of steaming hot food onto the table. Draco sat down and began feasting upon eggs, bacon, pancakes, sausages and toast. He took a large sip of pumpkin juice from his goblet and set it on the table.
"Don't forget your broom Draco. I can't see you off, your mother and I have an important meeting. Have a good term son," Lucius said and set off for his meeting room. Narcissa gave Draco one last hug and stalked off as well. Draco finished off his breakfast and went outside.
He took his Firebolt out of the broom closet and walked over to his pitch. He mounted his broom and pushed off hard. He enjoyed the soaring feeling of flying so much; he left his worries back on the ground. He flew around the pitch and thru the nearby wood for almost an hour, before retiring back to his house, his broom on his shoulder.
Draco merely glanced at the clock in the sitting room, noting that it read exactly 10 o' clock. He ate a quick sandwich and grabbed his trunk. He fit his broom into the small straps that he used each year to hold his broom onto his trunk. He held the trunk in one hand, his owl cage with Clipper inside in the other, and apparated to Platform 9 ¾.
The platform was already quite crowded, and the noise was unbearable. He hovered his trunk in midair and propelled it forward. He fought his way onto the train, and headed to the front. He quickly found the compartment labeled "Heads Compartment" and put his trunk in the hold above. He shoved Clipper's cage into the compartment and headed off the train.
He saw many families saying goodbye to their families. He immediately saw a large group of wizards and plump witch, all with flaming red hair; the Weasleys. One boy stood out, a boy with jet black hair and lightning bolt scar; Harry Potter. Draco marched straight over to the group, as three of them were leaving for the train.
"Potter!" he barked. Harry Potter wheeled around and noticed Draco standing there.
"Malfoy. What have you got you're stuck up nose pointed in lately?" he said coldly. Ron Weasley stood next to him, like he was his body guard. He was trying to put a smirk on his face, but it was terrible.
"Watch it Potter," Draco said, pointing to his Head Boy badge. Harry and Ron stood gaping at it until a loud whistle broke the tension. Malfoy turned on his heel and strutted away, a smirk on his pointed face.
He pushed his way through the crowd on the platform to get to the train first. He then had to fight his way up to the front of the train because stupid first years were blocking the corridor. When he was finally up front, he breathed a sigh of relief and pushed open the door at the front of the train. There were a group of prefects standing in a circle. Many turned their heads when he walked in. They waited another 5 minutes before Professor McGonagall started the meeting.
"Alright Prefects, Heads, settle down," she said curtly. "Thank you. Let us welcome and congratulate our new Head Boy, Draco Malfoy of Slytherin house." There was a polite round of applause and Professor McGonagall began speaking again. "And extend your gratitude to your new Head Girl, Hermione Granger of Gryffindor House." There was yet gain a round of applause for Hermione. Draco tried to smile at her but she wasn't looking at him.
"Alright. Welcome new prefects, welcome back old prefects. Now, one more thing before I address the duties. We have two new seventh year prefects that need recognizing. We have Harry Potter of Gryffindor house, and Blaise Zabini of Slytherin house, taking the place of Draco and Hermione."
Draco scowled at Harry as people clapped and patted him on the back. His gaze quickly softened as he saw Hermione congratulating him. He turned away quickly so no one would notice. Professor McGonagall had started speaking again.
"For today, prefects will take turns observing the corridors and making sure everything is on order. Heads will have their own compartment at the front of the train, where they make up schedules for the duty times of the prefects. You will be roaming the halls at night at least once a week for troublemakers. I hope I need not remind you that you are a figure to be looked up upon, and I hope you bring glory and respect to yourself and your house. Alright, that is it. Prefects, go to their jobs, and Heads to their compartment. See you at school," she finished, and apparated with a pop.
The prefects began filing out and the room slowly emptied. Hermione and Draco stepped out and Draco opened the compartment door for Hermione. Her cat was already in there, asleep in a basket. Hermione settled herself on one of benches and took out parchment, ink and a quill. Draco stood there and waited.
"Malfoy are you going to sit down or stand there the whole time?" she snapped and stared at him. Malfoy walked over, sat down, and mimicked her by getting ink, quill and parchment.
"Just waiting for you to invite me, that's all," he said calmly back, and watched for her reaction.
"Don't kid yourself ferret."
"Mudblood!" he spat angrily. That word didn't seem right to him anymore…
"How dare you! We're working together this year, and we have to sleep in dormitories next to each other. Can't you keep a civil tongue?" she practically screamed, waving her arms in the air. Draco thought this was quite funny, but didn't laugh.
"I'm sorry alright," he said quietly. He didn't look at her, but rather found more interest in the floor pattern.
"What?" she asked. Honestly, was she stupid?
"I said sorry Granger."
"For what? What does you're conscious say you did wrong?"
"Honestly Granger, they say you're smart! I called you a mudblood, and I shouldn't have. So I apologized. Now can we get on with this, I want to polish my broom," he said, louder this time. He glanced at her eyes, which now were nice and did not reflect anger.
"Oh. Yeah, we can."
Hermione and Draco spent the next hour and half devising plans for when the prefects would monitor the halls at night, and where they would walk. Draco found himself walking the halls with Hermione almost every night, and almost completely forgot quidditch practice.
"Hermione, I have quidditch practice that night, we'll have to begin later," he said pointing to a Wednesday night.
"What did you call me?"
Draco silently cursed himself for calling her by her first name. "I called you Hermione, why, did you change your name?" he said coolly.
"No, I…oh forget it. Skip the practice then, it won't always be that night will it?"
"I can't skip it; I'm captain of the team. And yes it is always that night, that's how I scheduled it."
"You're quidditch captain and Head Boy?" she asked. Why did she care?
"Yeah I am. Now how about we start an hour later, that way I can take a quick shower too."
"Yeah, alright. Ok, we're done. You can polish your precious broom," she said, and began taking out several school books. Draco laughed and grabbed him broom out of the trunk's straps.
Hermione looked up and gasped. "Where'd you get that?" she asked, admiring its gleaming surface and perfect form.
"A gift from my father. As I told you, my father can afford the best," he sneered and picked out his broom servicing kit from his trunk. He began to polish the handle and clip a few twigs that were bending out a bit.
Draco heard Hermione mutter something that sounded a lot like, "Harry has some competition this year."
"That's right Granger. No more pretty cup for Gryffindor this year. Slytherin is taking that cup, hate to break it to you," he replied and smirked.
"Whatever."
Those were the last things the two said to each other the whole train ride. Potter and Weasley came by to check on Hermione a few times, but said nothing to Draco at all. They must have realized now that he was Head Boy; they would have to be careful.
Once they reached the station, Draco left his luggage and owl on the train, and stepped out into the cold air. The giant oaf Hagrid was already calling the first years to him, and so he stepped into a carriage instead. The carriage was empty and he settled himself. Hermione, Harry and Ron stepped in next.
"There are no carriages left," Hermione explained, but Draco merely nodded to her and looked out the window.
"So, ferret boy, Hermione tells me you have a new broom," Harry said, glaring at Draco with the utmost dislike.
"That's right Potty. Did she tell you what make it is?"
"She tells me it's a Firebolt, is that true?"
"Again you're correct Boy-Who-Lived-To-Annoy-Me." After this Hermione suppressed a giggle. Draco smirked for making her laugh.
"Well, you're out of luck. I'm quidditch captain this year, and Gryffindor is keeping the cup."
"Is that so? I'm also captain Potty, so we'll see about your keeping the cup."
Harry scowled and was about to say something when the carriage door swung open and they could see other kids making their way up to the school. Draco jumped out first and headed inside.
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"Oh get on with it! I'm starving over here!" Draco complained loudly as the sorting ceremony began. Most of his friends were laughing and joking, but Pansy was more concerned with Draco's behavior.
"What's wrong Drakie?" she said in her falsely sweet voice.
"Shut it Pans, and don't call me Drakie," he snapped as his stomach growled loudly. Pansy turned away from him and began talking to Blaise Zabini instead.
The last first year was called up and sorted,( McTyrie, Nancy-Gryffindor!),and the food magically appeared in front of Draco. He began piling his plate with all sorts of food; steak, kidney pie, beans, potatoes, chicken, and corn. He poured himself a goblet of pumpkin juice and began to eat. He ate almost everything on his place, and drained his goblet. Dumbledore gave his final speech and Draco set off for the Slytherin common room. A hand grabbed his arm and began to lead him away.
"Our dormitories are this way Malfoy," she said pointing up the marble staircase.
"Oh right, I get to room next to Ms. Gryffindor bookworm. This will be a great year," he said, rolling his eyes. Inside he was very excited by the idea of spending almost all of his time with Hermione, but she wasn't going to find about that. Not yet at least.
"Can u be civil? We are going to be spending all of our time together!" she shouted. A few second years looked their way, but when they saw Draco they grouped together and shuffled off quickly. Draco glared after them.
"Whatever Granger and can you let go of me? I can follow someone on my own, thanks."
"Sorry," she mumbled.
They walked for several more minutes until they came to a large portrait of the Hogwarts Crest. There was a large Slytherin snake and a Gryffindor lion in the front, and they didn't seem to be getting along very well. The snake was hissing and spitting, and the lion was roaring at the snake. Well the two heads came to a stop in front of them, they stopped immediately. The lion looked at them and said, "Password Miss Granger?"
"Lion's Lair," she said calmly, and the portrait swung open to reveal a very large common room. There were scarlet and gold banners and hangings on one side, and green and silver hangings on the other. There were comfy armchairs by the fire, and two desks for them to work at. At the back of the room, there was a large, tall shelf filled to the top of the books, at which Hermione gasped and ran over to.
Draco looked around and noticed that there was also a table by the fire, probably to do work during the winter. Two doors stood ajar at either ends of the circular room. One read "Mr. Draco Malfoy, Slytherin House, Head Boy", and the other read, "Ms. Hermione Granger, Gryffindor House, Head Girl." Draco wandered over to his door and walked through it. It opened up to a stone staircase that curved to the left.
Up the staircase and through the door that lay at the top, and he found himself in a brilliant green and silver room. There were quidditch posters covering the walls, books concerning quidditch and Potions in the small bookcase, and a broomstick straps on the wall that would allow him to cradle his broom in his room. His trunk and owl cage had been brought up already, but Clipper was absent from the cage.
Draco walked further over to the left side of his room and noticed another door. This door was closed, and Draco, naturally curious, strutted over to it. He figured it to be locked, but then realized that it must be the door to the bathroom. He opened it only to see a marble covered bathroom complete with a shower, sink, toilet, and a bathtub the size of Draco's swimming pool back the manor. Overall, he was impressed. Draco wandered over to the cabinets and opened them. Inside one was all of Hermione's things, and inside the other were his. All of his gel, shampoo and soaps were in there. Contented, he turned to leave for a nice sleep in his wonderful four poster bed. He was stopped, though, by the sound of another door opening. Hermione's door to the bathroom had swung open and Hermione was standing there, like Draco had done moments previous, gaping at her surroundings.
As Hermione took it all in, Draco wandered over to the bathtub. "Fancy a swim Granger?" he drawled.
"Ew, no!" she screeched.
"With you're clothes on, you bloody idiot," he said. He turned the water on, adjusting the temperature to around 80 degrees. The bath filled in about 15 seconds, and Draco stripped down to his boxers and dived in. When he came back to the surface, Hermione had disappeared.
Draco turned on the bubbles and took a little bath, washing his hair especially. He took a towel and took out his now soaked boxers. He used a drying charm on himself and his hair, and walked back into his room with the towel around his waist. He changed into a new pair of boxers and a t-shirt, and jumped into bed after blowing out the candles. His last comforting thought was wandering the corridors late at night tomorrow with Hermione.
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