Draco's Journal
My last year. One more chance to be nice to that girl. That bushy brown hair, those chocolate brown eyes, that warm smile. Only it doesn't turn toward me, I only get the screams erupting from that perfect mouth of hers. This year will be different, even if I have to turn against all of Slytherin to do it.
"Have a good year, and try to make the best of it. Bye, Hermione!" Hermione's mum yelled at the speeding train, trying to talk to her daughter.
"Bye mum! Love you!" Hermione turned into the Head's Compartment, waiting to see who the lucky boy was. She was there for less than five minutes when the door was slammed open and a certain blonde haired boy entered.
"What in Merlin's Name are you doing here, Malfoy?" Hermione said in a cold tone.
"Well, I think it's because I am Head Boy. Go find another compartment to sit with Scarhead and Weasel. Malfoy smirked at her. "Wait, you Head Girl? Merlin, I have to deal with YOU for a year?"
Hermione's Diary
The last year at Hogwarts. I am going to miss it, but eventually I'll get over it. Besides, I think I can still visit. Draco Malfoy is Head Boy. Someone, please kill him. Hopefully, I still have a chance with Blaise, those two are friends. Maybe Zabini will put aside his hate of Muggle-borns and find a special someone. I swear I will NOT use a potion…
Hermione walked out of the Head's Dorm, her own head spinning. She had to work, eat, and room with Malfoy of all people?
"This year is going to be hell." She said to herself while walking toward Gryffindor.
"Hey, what's up Hermione?" Harry greeted her when she walked through the portrait hole.
"I HAVE TO ROOM WITH BLOODY MALFOY FOR THE NEXT YEAR, WHAT DO YOU THINK IS UP?" she screamed at Harry, stalking off toward Ginny's Dormitory.
"She's pleasant tonight." Ron muttered, contemplating a chess move. "Knight to E-3." The knight began to beat up Harry's bishop.
"Ginny, you here?" Hermione called into the 6th year dorm room.
"Yeah, come in, Hermione. Having fun with Malfoy?" Ginny was laying on the floor looking over a Witch Weekly article.
"Was I that loud?" Hermoine asked, walking in the room.
"They only heard you down in Slytherin." Ginny commented dryly.
"Thanks, that means Blaise heard me." Hermione said, flopping onto Ginny's four-poster bed.
"Zabini? You certainly do set your standards, 'Mione. He doesn't even go for most purebloods." Ginny said, tossing the magazine aside. "Hold on." Ginny muttered a spell, pointing her wand at the door. "So boys can't hear, even with Extendible Ears. Can't trust them, especially now that you're in 7th Year. It's their last chance at you. If they hear you like a Slytherin, they might just go suicidal, and that would be bad."
"Yeah, well, I like a challenge. With Zabini, that is." Hermione emptied out the bag she'd brought with her, which consisted of magazines and an assortment of candied items. Ginny raised an eyebrow at her.
"Last chance at being happy for a while, considering what's waiting for me in my Dorm. I have a pet ferret. Luckily, I don't have to feed it…" Hermione trailed off, enjoying her visit with Ginny.
"How are things with the mudblood, Draco?" Goyle questioned inside the Slytherin Common Room.
"Just fine, I still need to hex her tonight, though." Malfoy said, hexing the first rat that came into sight. "Just like that…"
"Still got plans for her?" Blaise questioned.
'He didn't read my journal last year, did he?' Malfoy thought to himself. "What plans? She's a mudblood, I wouldn't waste my time on her."
'Yes, I would. Any time spent with her is no waste.' ' Draco contradicted his words to himself.
"I have patrol. Later, guys." Draco left the Common Room, leaving Blaise to wonder what he had said wrong.
"Damn, it's midnight. I have to dash before McGonagall catches ME out of bed. Night, Ginny!" Hermione dashed out the portrait hole, running straight into Draco Malfoy. cough little ferret cough
"Granger! Where the hell have you been?" Malfoy crossed his arms, smirking his annoying trademark.
"I was busy having a life, Malfoy. I wouldn't expect you to know anything about that, though." The smirk disappeared off Malfoy's face. His fists clenched and unclenched as he willed himself not to hit Hermione.
"Later, Malfoy." Hermione walked off toward their dorm, smiling to herself.
Draco punched the wall violently, causing the Fat Lady to admonish him.
"Shut it, you half-finished sketch." He stalked off, leaving her to mutter about Slytherins and respect.
"Why does she do that?" Draco wondered aloud to himself inside the Trophy Room. "Bad question."
"Why does who do what, Draco?" Blaise Zabini stepped out of the shadows, appearing beside Draco.
"Hey, Blaise. Nothing important…" Draco trailed off. "What are you doing here, it's nearly one in the morning!"
"Pansy wanted me to find you. This is where you normally are, so I figured I might as well come here. She said she wanted you to talk to her in Slytherin." Blaise started to look at a suit of armor belonging to Gregory the Smarmy.
"You didn't find me. Got it?" Draco stared at a book, taking out his disgust on a passing rat. (A/N: He does that a lot.)
"Serpensortia." A snake slithered out of his wandtip and began to eat the rat. "I'm not in the mood to talk to her." The snake finished it's meal and slithered back into the wand.
"Later, Blaise. I need to sleep, lessons are tomorrow." Draco ambled out of the room, looking disappointed.
"See you, Draco." Blaise vanished into the shadows once again.