Chapter two! Hooray! Oh hey, I forgot about this part last chapter:

Disclaimer: no I don't own Harry Potter. I'm ok with that… I'm more sad about the fact that I don't own Draco, because I should very much like to have my way with him. But sadly no… he, along with any other names, settings, etc., that you may recognize, belong to the ever brilliant JK Rowling. (BOOK 6 SOON!)

I don't know if I really need one of those or not, but I just thought I should clarify. Hehe. Ok well here's chapter two.

Hermione chuckled to herself as Draco left the compartment. She loved messing with his mind. She had to admit that she looked forward to their little verbal battles. As much as she disliked him she couldn't deny he had a certain charm about him. That smooth blonde hair was just divine.

As soon as she thought it, she mentally kicked herself. Thinking that anything about Draco was divine made her laugh at herself.

"Um, Hermione?" Ron asked tentatively. Hermione glanced over at him. "Not to be nosy or anything but uh… what the hell was that?"

"What the hell was what, Ron?" Hermione asked innocently.

"You and Malfoy," Ron answered. "You didn't seem to mind him treating you like that. I mean, he called you mudblood and you didn't even flinch."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Honestly, Ron, it's not a big deal," she said. "He's called me mudblood so many times that I'm used to it. I don't know why you two keep getting upset when he does these things… it's just what he does."

"Hermione, he had you pinned to the train wall!" Harry yelled.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Harry, you know I adore you," she said, finally unable to control what had boiling up in her heart for so many years. "But honestly, you need to stop losing your temper. Just because you fought Voldemort a couple of times doesn't mean you're the Son of God, ok? Get over yourself."

Harry and Ron said nothing, they simply stood there, gaping at her. Then, taking Hermione by surprise, Harry began to laugh. Ron turned his open mouthed stare on Harry, wondering what in the world Harry could have found so amusing after his best friend had basically called him an arrogant martyr.

"You know Hermione, you're right," Harry said with a grin. "I do seem to lose my temper a lot, and I'm sorry. No guarantees it won't happen again, but you're right I have no right to treat you guys like that. I guess I just don't really know what to do with myself these days… I know you think it's ridiculous, but it's hard keeping up with all this fame. It makes people go all weird on me."

"Harry, it doesn't make me and Ron go all weird on you," Hermione said consolingly. "It doesn't make any of the other Weasleys act differently around you… the only people who treat you differently are those you shouldn't even care about. I'm sure it's hard and all, but you have me and Ron. We're here for you… tell us your problems, don't take them out on us."

Ron just sat in his seat, shaking his head. "I can't believe you just said that, Hermione," he said in awe.

"Oh please, it's not as though you haven't been wanting to say it too," Hermione protested.

"Well yeah, but I'd never have had the guts to say it," Ron grinned. "You really are amazing."

"Aw, shucks," Hermione said, winking at him. She skipped over to him and kissed him on the cheek, sitting down on the seat next to him. "You guys are the best. Things are going to be weird this year, with me not staying in the Gryffindor dormitories this year. But just think, my very own dormitory! I get a living room and a kitchen as well, so you two will have to come visit me and check it out."

"Wouldn't miss it, Hermione," Ron said, staring at her, but not really listening to what she was saying.

Ron had been interested in Hermione for as long as Harry could remember. They would be a great match, he knew, but he also knew that Hermione would never date Ron. It was sad, because they were so close, but they argued so much that it wouldn't last very long even if it did begin. Ron knew this also, which is why he never bothered to share his feelings with Hermione. Why ruin a perfect friendship with something that would never work out after all?

Hermione was looking forward to seeing her new room all evening. Finally, during the feast, Professor McGonagall came over to the Gryffindor table to get Hermione.

"Miss Granger, if you would please follow me, I will direct you and Mister Malfoy to your dormitories," McGonagall said with a small smile she saved only for her brightest student.

Hermione smiled back and then froze as the professors words sunk in.

"I-I'm sorry, did you say Malfoy?" Hermione managed. She looked over McGonagall's shoulder and finally noticed the blonde young man smirking at her. "I see. So you made Head Boy, Malfoy… who did your father have to pay to assure that?"

"Now, Miss Granger, you do realize that sort of talk is unsuitable for our Head Girl," Professor McGonagall reprimanded her. Despite these words, Hermione saw McGonagall give her a slight nod of approval. "Now, follow me."

Hermione elbowed Malfoy out of her way as she began to follow McGonagall. Malfoy grinned at her defiance and walked after her. He could help but stare at her butt as they walked down the hallways with McGonagall leading them to God knows what part of the castle.

I look at you and I fantasize

You're mine tonight

Goodness, she was fine. He let his mind wander back to the train, when he had Hermione pinned against the train wall. Their bodies felt so right next to each other. If Harry and Ron hadn't been there, there's no telling what Draco would have done. He knew what he would have liked to do…

He could almost taste her lips on his. They would be soft. But the kiss would not be. The kiss would be full of passion and heat.

Draco began to breathe heavily just thinking about it. He must have been breathing just a little bit too loudly, because Hermione turned around and gave him a funny look. He raised an eyebrow at her, pretending as though he didn't know what she had looked at him for. Hermione rolled her eyes and turned back to McGonagall.

"Well here we are," McGonagall said finally. "The portrait on the left is for Mister Malfoy, and the portrait on the right is for Miss Granger. You each have your own bathroom, kitchen, and living room. You are responsible adults, and we expect you to act as such. Make sure you conduct yourself in a manner fitting of a Hogwarts Head Boy and Girl. Goodnight."

Malfoy smirked at Hermione again. "Malfoy, do you even realize that you smirk?" Hermione asked, genuinely curious.

"Of course I do," he answered derisively. "As if I wouldn't have control over all of my actions. Only mudbloods can't control themselves."

"Oh really," Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow. "Is that so? You can control all of your actions?"

"Of course," Draco said confidently.

Hermione grinned. She took two steps and had Draco up against the wall. She began running her hands up and down his chest in gentle, circular motions. "Oh Malfoy," she moaned slightly, leaning in to nibble at his ear.

She felt something hard pressing against her and leaned back with a smirk worthy of any Malfoy.

"So that was totally in your control, hm?" she asked innocently. "Interesting. Goodnight Malfoy."

Leaving an openmouthed Malfoy alone in the corridor, Hermione walked swiftly into her room, closing the portrait behind her.

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