Draco and Hermione left their compartment and got into the Head's Carriage that carried them up to the castle. Hermione avoided Draco's gaze, and pulled her cloak closer. The prospect of seeing Harry and Ron again, after practically blowing them off on the train, did not excite her. She was dreading it more than anything else in the world. That didn't matter, they were sure to go looking for her the instant they had the chance.

The carriage stopped and Hermione and Draco both exited it. Hermione stared upwards. The sky was crystal clear with diamonds sparkling above their heads. People pushed past her and Hermione realized she had to go inside. She moved inside and found an empty seat at the Gryffindor table. Not even three seconds after she sat down, Ron and Harry took the seats on either side of her. "Hermione, what was that?" Ron asked bluntly.

"What?"

"You didn't tell us that you were Head Girl," Harry said.

"Well, I didn't see you this summer. Didn't see you, couldn't tell you."

"No Owl! Didn't tell us before we got on the train! Hermione what were you-"

"Ron, calm down," Harry said. "Hermione, you could have written. You could have called. Where were you this summer?"

"Bulgaria."

"May I ask why?" Harry asked.

"Visiting an old friend."

"An old friend?" Ron asked incredulously.

"Yes, now shut up. The sorting's about to begin!"

Professor McGonagall was carrying out the three legged stool with the Sorting Hat on top of it. She set it down in front of the assembly of students and left. The wide brimmed hat opened at a rip in the seam. It began to sing.

"Welcome one and all,

to another year this fall.

To those of you who return,

and those of you are here to learn,

our lives are now wiped clean,

of those who were mean.

Time to see where you belong,

after the singing of my song.

Perhaps you belong in Gryffindor,

Where the brave of heart do dwell,

Time will only tell.

Mayhap you should go to Hufflepuff,

Where a friend is never far,

even if your ever lost in a mar.

Or you could belong to Ravenclaw,

For those who are of the smarter sort,

Good Ravenclaws do find themselves, in this simple court.

Slytherins are of a greater group,

Where greatness does lye,

Those great Slytherins will always help you by.

A friend awaits you, in ever house you learn,

So, sit on down, I will not bite, and lets see you take a turn."

Everyone clapped as Professor McGonagall came forward with a long list of names. Nervous looking First Years lined up and Professor McGonagall began reading off names. After the sorting had taken place, she took the stool away and Dumbledore stood for his usual beginning of the feast speech. "Welcome, one and all. Speeches are to be made at times when they are needed. Right now what is needed is food for our belly's. Tuck in." He sat down and food magically appeared at the table.

Ron and Harry immediately began to stuff their faces with food. Their hunger had obviously out weighed their concern with where Hermione was that summer. That was fine by her. She had enough on her mind without arguing with them about where she was and why she didn't write to them.

Once everyone had eaten as much as physically possible Dumbledore told them to go to bed and get some sleep for the next day's first classes. Hermione and Draco both reported to the teacher's table to be told where their Common Room would be. Professor Dumbledore met them at the table and beamed at them. "Ah, yes, my new Head Boy and new Head Girl. Well, I won't waste time with you two. Let's go find your rooms now shall we?" Both only nodded and followed Dumbledore as he strode out of the Great Hall.

They followed him up the Main Stairwell and up to the forth floor. Down the corridor and up to the South Tower. Neither had ever been in the South Tower before. They followed Dumbledore up the stairs and to a landing. On that landing was a huge portrait of a very pretty woman with long brown hair and a tall, handsome man standing behind her with platinum blonde hair. Under the portrait was a label that titled the portrait "The Prophet's Unifiers, 1482". Both Draco and Hermione stared at the portrait, securing the image in their minds.

Dumbledore placed a hand on each of their shoulders. "The password is Unifictous.," the portrait slide to the right. "Shall we go inside?"

They stepped into the Common Room and both of their jaws dropped. It was gorgeous. The perfect mix of both Common Rooms that they had known. There were stone walls with a comforting fireplace and hardwood floors. There were several armchairs around the room. Some green with and golden embroidery and others red with a silver embroidery that was very similar to that in the Head's compartment on the train. There were throw rugs scattered about the floor and portraits around the room ranging from people to places to random images. On either side of the room was a door and one in the middle about 2 feet to the right of the fireplace.

Dumbledore lead them through the door on the right and Hermione recognized the trunk at the foot of the bed as her own. The bedding was red with gold embroidery , a deep red canopy and red curtains around it. Again there were hardwood floors and throw rugs. There was a deep oak dressing table and bureau and a long mirror on her wall. There were several windows, a closet and a desk next to the window. There was a door next to her bureau. That was the first time she realized she was alone in her room. Her room. She never had her own room in Hogwarts. She had always shared a room with at least two other girls.

She opened the door next to her bureau. She looked at a bath tub the size of an Olympic swimming pool and a shower big enough to fit at least three people. She heard footsteps and looked up. Draco Malfoy was walking into the bathroom. They would be sharing a bathroom. That would make things interesting, Hermione thought to herself.

Draco only smiled to himself, he knew that sharing a bathroom could be very interesting. At least with Hermione as a roommate. Someone different would've probably have made a difference. He shuddered to think what it would've been like if Pansy was the Head Girl. Professor Dumbledore placed a hand on Draco's shoulder. "Are you alright, Mr. Malfoy?" he asked.

Draco looked up. "Yes, Professor, just had a... disturbing thought."

Professor Dumbledore left them to settle in and get some sleep before the next day. Hermione set up her room quickly and efficiently and was reading in the Common Room when Draco came out a half an hour later. He gave Hermione a quizzical look. She flicked her wand and her door opened, inside Draco saw candles and in scents all lit and everything neatly put away. He just shrugged and sat down to read.

At 10:30 Hermione was brushing her teeth for bed. She was standing in her bra and a pair of boxers at the mirror when Draco walked in. Wearing a towel only. She turned around. "Do you knock?" she said. "And, Oh my God! Put some clothes on."

"What, Granger? By the looks of the candles and in scents and from what you were saying on the train you don't mind things like this," he said.

Hermione smiled sexily with an idea popping in her head. "You're right, Draco. You've figured me out..." she said moving towards him. She put a hand to his check and moved pulled him close. He closed the space between them himself and Hermione engaged him in a deeply passionate kiss. She rubbed her hands up and down his back and thighs. His towel dropped and she knew her job was done. She pulled away and left the room saying, "Cold water tap is on the right."