A/N: Thank you so much to those who reviewed! I'm glad to hear you like it. If there's anyone else out there reading this I'd love to know what you think. Feel free to be as honest as you'd like. I'd really appreciate it! Well anyways, here's what I came up with next.

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The next day was a very hectic. It all started with sharing the bathroom together. Hermione, the earlier riser, still a little uneasy about Draco's behavior, got the bathroom first and locked the doors. Maintaining Hermione's head of beautiful long curls wasn't necessarily a quick procedure. After an hour Draco was about to break down the door. Hermione didn't mean to be a hog; she thought all a boy needed was half an hour to get ready. But apparently prissy little Draco Malfoy needed a little more time than that, and he wasn't very understanding

Draco was an only child, he wasn't used to sharing. Let alone with her. Just the thought of not having enough time before class to perfect his hair made him furious. He violently banged on the door screaming obscenities. Hermione was terrified he would get through the door but she couldn't yell out to him loud enough for him to hear over the noise he was making. She frantically tossed her towel away and threw on her clothes. With one out stretched hand she unlocked his door and took off running, then slammed hers shut, grabbed her bag and headed down to the great hall.

She met all her Gryffindor friends at breakfast. Their smiley friendly faces cheered her a bit as they all compared their schedules. Lots of demanding classes this year, that's for sure.

"How long does it take you to get ready in the morning Harry?" Hermione asked after awhile.

"I dunno, 10-15 minutes I guess." Harry answered

"How about you Ron?" she asked again

"Like 2 minutes," he responded with a mouth full of pancakes, "Why do you ask?"

"Just wondering," she said glumly. Draco finally made his way to breakfast, his icy eyes stared her down all the way to the Slytherin table. His hair looked great.

Things didn't get much better through out the day. Turns out they had a lot of classes together. Every time Hermione raised her hand she heard a scoff or moan from Draco.

'What a know-it-all' he thought, 'does she always have to show off what a nerd she is?'

'Ugh, look at him, acting so 'cool' and 'badass' like that, slouching down and cracking jokes. He's so immature.' She thought as she watched him goof off with his friends, not take any notes, and not pay attention the whole class period!

Potions was horrible. Hermione almost became sick as she watched Draco suck up to Snape. Eavesdropping on a particularly disgusting comment about how black Snape's robe looked that day, Hermione dropped her beaker into her cauldron. Snape took 5 points from Gryffindor and Malfoy and his goons laughed.

The day continued like this for hours. Everything she did aggravated him to no end. All day Hermione watched Draco be rude and insult others. They couldn't have disliked each other more, yet they couldn't stop watching each other. They were both very frustrated, which they just took out on each other. Draco had had enough of watching the princess go about her perfect dorky way with her lame friends.

'C'mon Drac, don't let her get to you. She's not as levelheaded as she seems remember? Her panties bunch up when you hit on her.' He recalled the memory of the previous night in the bathroom with a smile. 'Well I don't really mind thinking about her, as long as her panties are involved….' His smile grew more. Just at that moment, Hermione looked up at him from her desk across the transfiguration room. Draco winked at her. Hermione immediately put her head back down and acted very involved in her notes. Draco chuckled to himself.

'She is the hottest girl in this room,' Draco decided. 'In fact, as much as it sucks, she is way hotter than any purebloods here….She'd probably be the hottest girl in any room…. Actually, I can't really think of anyone who is sexier, or who has a nicer body…' Draco found himself lost in his thoughts as he stared at her crossed creamy legs visible from her hiked up robes and his pants grew extremely warm.

'Goddamn her,' he thought, 'making me act like a fucking 1st year right in the middle of class.' Draco once again tore himself apart over how much he thought about her. Insult after insult he yelled at and degraded himself. He was sick of not being able to control his own thoughts.

Suddenly, he was back to being mad at her. This was her fault. She was the reason he kept beating himself up! He hated his attraction to her more than he hated her herself. But then why did he enjoy thinking about her in that way so much?

'It's not me,' he decided, 'It's my dick! And as far as what dicks look for, it didn't pick a bad specimen….yeah….I shouldn't beat myself up so much. I'm not weird, what guy wouldn't want her...? But that doesn't mean its right for her to constantly invade my mind!' That's when he decided. 'I've got to make her mine!' his mind turning on him once again.

'I've got to have her, just once. And then I'll be able to move on, the desire, the mystery, will be gone, I won't think about her anymore! Ha! It's perfect! Not only will I get over this ridiculous obsession with her, but Hermione Granger, Miss Perfect, will officially be marked imperfect. Nothing will ever be the same for her once everyone knows Hermione, part of the golden trio, mega-fighter of the dark arts, slept with Draco, a Malfoy and Slytherin, and liked it!' Draco broke out into a big satisfied smile, but his personal gloating session was interrupted by Ms. McGonagall.

"Mr. Malfoy, here's a note for you." She informed him

Startled, Draco popped up. He took the letter from his teacher and slowly opened it. "Draco Malfoy," he read to himself, "Please meet with me today after dinner in my office for a debriefing on your first assessment. Be sure to inform Hermione to come as well and please, do be punctual. Sincerely, Albus Dumbledore."

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Hermione had spent the afternoon visiting Hagrid and playing chess in the Gryffindor tower, a.k.a. letting all the Gryffindor boys have a fair chance to flirt with her. She had just entered the head quarters about 10 minutes before dinner when she saw Draco coming down his staircase. She felt a sudden surge of fear. After his tantrum that morning, and a day of evil looks and snide comments, she was certain he was furious with her.

Imagine how tense she was then, when he smiled mysteriously and approached her so closely that if they were the same height they'd be nose to nose. Only the top of her head fell just under his nose.

Hermione didn't speak or move. She didn't know what to do. What was he going to do? He just inhaled deeply. Did he just sniff her hair? He let out a small happy sigh.

"You smell like lavender," he said.

Hermione didn't respond. She just stood there stiff as a board.

Draco laughed, "You need to learn to relax, baby," he said. And then he ran one hand through her soft curly hair. He was still right next to her.

"Cat got your tongue?" he asked with a chuckle, "...that would be one lucky cat if he had your tongue." Draco laughed at his own innuendo.

"Well," he said, "Dumbledore wants to see us in his office after dinner. Hope to see you there." And then he walked right out the door without looking back.

Hermione stood there for a few more seconds, totally confused. And, as much as she hated to admit it, a little intrigued. He smelled really good too, husky, yet sweet. And she could feel warmth radiating from him in that close proximity. His presence was so overbearing it made her weak in the knees, and butterflies exploded in her stomach when he reached out and touched her. Hermione shook her head, as if trying to wake from a dream.

She finally remembered why she went to the head quarters. She pushed Draco out of her mind, dropped her bag off in her room and freshened up a little. She had heard so many rumors today that Dean Thomas had the hots for her. And although she didn't really know how she felt about him just yet, there was no harm in trying to look cute just in case. She's heard lots of rumors like that today. Boys have definitely noticed how she had grown up since she was a little first year.

'I wonder if Draco thinks I'm pretty.' Hermione thought, '…what? No I don't! Who cares what he thinks! He's probably just trying to mess with me by thinking I'll fall for some cruel stupid joke. Anyone who'd freaked-out on somebody so bad in the morning and then try to hit on them that very same night can't be for real. I wonder what he's up to…' Hermione continued to wonder was she walked down to dinner.

The only conclusion that she could come to was to just keep her distance. She had no reason not to trust him, but no reason to trust him either. Better safe than sorry.

'Crap,' she realized, 'It'll be hard to keep distance when we're supposed to work together!' she realized remembering their meeting they were having after dinner. 'Oh well, I'll bet he won't help anyways. Probably for the best, I can do a better job myself. And even if he does help, I'll just keep it strictly focused on the project; get it done as quickly as possible.'

"Hermione!" Ron cried interrupting her thoughts as she entered the great hall.

"Hermione! Over here!" said Dean.

"Hey there Hermione, wanna sit here?" said Seamus.

Hermione giggled as she sat down to eat with her friends.

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Hermione was already sitting in one of the armchairs in front Dumbledore's desk when Draco walked in.

"Hello, how are my dear students?" beamed Albus Dumbledore, "How are the rounds going?"

As heads of the school Hermione and Draco were supposed to check on 2 houses every night. Hermione had Gryffindor and Hufflepuff and Draco had Slytherin and Ravenclaw.

"I'm finding it well enough." Draco said.

"Me too," said Hermione, "no problems really."

"Excellent! Well, lets get right to it then shall we?" said Dumbledore. "You need to write a 4 scroll paper on how Muggles can't physiologically handle knowing about the wizarding world and why. You should include the history of methods pertaining to hiding the wizarding world and a detailed bibliography. I'd like it on my desk in one week please. That will be all if there are no questions."

Hermione found it quite straightforward. But a huge amount of work! And it was only the 1st day of school! They said goodnight to their headmaster and exited his office.

Hermione thought it would be best not to waste anytime and get started on seeing how well Draco was going to cooperate.

"Draco," she said as they walked down the dark empty halls together, "I think it would be best if we put all feelings aside and just try to do our best on this project because if we don't…."

"Say that again." Draco interrupted.

"Excuse me?" Hermione asked. She was hoping he wasn't going to start with something mean.

"Say that again." He said once more.

"Uh… I think it's important that we focus on the project and just get it over with?"

Draco laughed. "No silly, say my name again."

Hermione just stared at him.

Draco expression grew serious and he looked at her intensely, "You always call me Malfoy."

Hermione still didn't say anything, just looked at him inquisitively. Draco stepped towards her.

"I liked the way it sounded when you said my name," he said, "I'd like to see if I could get you to scream it."

Dumfounded, Hermione tried to say something but it proved to be pointless. Before she could even register what he just said and think of a response she was pushed against the wall by Draco.