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A/N: Ok guys, I decided this story needed a major update and a proper, firm plot, so I've re-written it! Please read and review!

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A Romeo and Juliet Story

Date: Thursday, First of September

Time: 8:30pm

The hurried footsteps hitting the marble floor could be heard all the way down the opposite end of the hallway. The students were scurrying into the Great Hall for a traditional feast; after all it was their first day back from an unexciting six week holiday. Each student was concerned about themselves and only themselves, at this particular moment and since they were too engrossed in "smartening" their robes and straightening their ties, none seemed to notice the clashing of the different coloured uniforms but more of its untidiness. There was one girl though; a peculiar one. And she wasn't walking towards the exquisite feast Professor Albus Dumbledore was hosting. In fact she was drawing much attention to her self as she could by squeezing past a mob of students who were thundering to the Great Hall.

Chapter ONE – No More Than Enemies

Hermione's P.O.V.

I ran down the corridor of Hogwarts, or at least I tried to but the stampede of students was making my mission impossible! All I wanted was to get to the statue situated at the bottom of the staircase. It was my seventh year and I was so proud and honoured to be back at Hogwarts where me being a witch was absolutely real. I was clutching hold of a scroll of parchment that Professor McGonagall had given me just as I entered the castle. I was indeed curious about its content, but I needed to control my desires, and what better way than this. Anyway, I wanted to meet Ron and Harry, both who had promised to meet up with me by the statue so that we could all make a delightful entrance into the Great Hall.

As I tried very hard to see through the crowd of third year heads that were blocking my view of the staircase,I loosened my grasp on the parchment that the Professor had given me.

I gasped and cursed inwardly at my self.

That parchment had to be of great importance. Not only did the deputy head mistress hand it to me, but the parchment itself was held together with a gold band that had the Gryffindor crest engraved onto it with my name at the very top in beautiful curved writing. Well you do notice such things when one is as curious as a cat.

My immediate reaction was to dive down and grab the scroll before it could hit the marble floors. I knew if it did touch the ground everyone, would just tread all over the lovely gold bordered parchment. But it was too late for that; the scroll of parchment was on the ground and so was I.

"That's my hair!" I winced, tugging at the tips of my bushy hair which some students had neglected and therefore unexpectedly trampled, after I had gotten onto my hands and knees in search of my missing parchment. "Oh! Come on, please… I have to find that-" The chain of students had drawn to an end and there was just a man standing right in my way. His shadow was blocking the light in my face, preventing me to continue and so I was forced to relinquish my search. I could tell he was a man from the impression of his shoes; nonetheless, they were not the regular tennis shoes that I would normally see on our first, second or even third-year students. I knew that the shoes in my sight were the kind especially handmade for men, consisting of the luxurious black leather that sells to the wealthiest wizards or muggles alike.

I cleared up my throat, hoping to catch his attention, but he seemed to have taken no notice; "If you don't mind, I'm looking for-"

I stopped mid-sentence. My eyes froze and my mouth opened wide. I just had to look at the man's face before me. I shook my head and regained my posture, immediately standing up from the ground, with my feet placed firmly on the floor. I huffed, having had the difficulty of expressing my feelings with words, for once; I continued staring at the man before me. It was him. He was holding my scroll of parchment!

I soon regained my aptitude with words and with a quick snatch from his hand, I haughtily retorted; "I'll take that, thank you very much." I was ready to turn around, until her interrupted.

"No thank you, then, mudblood?" he gave me his trademark smirk and inched forward, "I would have thought you'd learn some manners during the holidays. But then again, your incapability of brushing your hair every morning does evoke on how worthless you really are." It was no other than Draco Malfoy! He is my number one enemy, the head of all Slytherins, the gossip of all the women and most of all the infamous and narcissistic pure-blood.

I snorted and then continued; "I don't owe you any form of respect. Therefore, my manners will be as rude as it may be, in your company, Malfoy." I said stressing his name with disgust, as I turned my heel around and walked down the corridor, avoiding the odd one or two students who passed by in a rush.

"Well you better respect me; I am head boy, and you will follow my orders! You little…" His voice was droning out, as I furthered my distance away from him, clearly averting his voice from reaching my ears. So this is what he was smirking about as he held onto my scroll. Oh, what horrible news! I thought Harry would be head boy; after all he did save the school from Vol— from… you-know-who again, last year. My day is ruined!

With a turn of my body to retort, I hollered at him; "Well dream on Malfoy, because you won't be getting it from me!" I felt like smacking the blonde ferret, but no, I had to control my temper from him.

"I have no time to talk to insignificant, irrelevant, petty Gryffin-dorks like your self, mudblood. My public await my entrance…" Malfoy barked, just before he stalked off into the direction of the Great Hall.

Heading back into my direction, I ran as fast as I could to the statue, to see two very impatient looking seventh years standing beside it. For sure one was Harry; but Ron—I gulped—he certainly looked… What was that word? Striking. No, wait. What I meant is… ridiculous! Oh, what has he done to himself? I gawped at his hair or well…what was left of it, for a few seconds but didn't utter a word. It was obvious that during the summer holidays his fiery red hair had made him, once again, anxious, and it's very Ron-like to go and cut it off so that the rest of the world was welcome to see him (nearly) bald. I sighed realising that starting arguments wouldn't make us any earlier; no… we would for sure be the last ones into the Great Hall. Talk about humiliation! I also made a mental note to talk some sense into my best friend, and magically grow Ron's hair back to normal, with or without his consent; it was going to happen, tonight!

"I'm sorry! Got caught up! Will explain… later!" I said grabbing both of Harry and Ron's wrists into my hand and dragging them to the Great Hall while uttering random words such as: "late…head…no…McGonagall…boy." while waving the crumple scroll, which was in my other hand, in the air.

When we finally made it to the Great Hall, I was glad that the rest of the students hadn't settled around the tables yet. At least the three of us wouldn't look late. I let go of my best friends' wrists and walked discretely to the Gryffindor table, where I took a seat next to my fellow house mates. Thankfully we hadn't missed anything important.

As the room quietened down, Professor Dumbledore stood up and cleared his throat to make an announcement, "Welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! I'm delighted to see everyone back here safe and sound after our last departure. This is the start of a new year and I hope that we will all have a magnificent time, academically and socially! As usual, we shall start with the sorting of the first years..." Professor Dumbledore drew to a finish as the sorting hat took over. After finishing the song it had composed this year, the students made their way towards the hat as the sorting began.

'I can't believe Draco Malfoy!' I fumed to my self, glaring side-ways at the self-conceited imbecile. 'Just looking at him smirking at me from the Slytherin table; it was almost as if he knew something I didn't! Oh the nerve of that…'

As the last student, which may I add looked very nervous. His face, a dark shade of blue, with his hand fidgeting to his sides, stood tongue-tied next to Professor McGonagall. My train of thoughts came to an end as I let my attention focus on the sorting...

"...Henry McCain!" Professor McGonagall called out. The nervous looking boy made his way to the sorting hat. He sat down carefully while the hat was placed on his head. After five minutes of complete silence, the hat just laid on the boy's head as still as a normal muggle hat. The boy's face; once blue, now turned into a shade of green, clutching his stomach tightly.

'Hufflepuff!' roared the sorting hat unexpectedly, and that surprising howl had made the little first year jump in his seat. That would have been the only result from him except for the fact that he wasn't clutching onto his stomach any more. Thus, he regurgitated. - All over the chair and himself. As expected, people started to laugh. The loudest of them all coming especially from the Slytherin's. I felt rather sorry for him. Hagrid, who was sitting on the staff table got up at once, leaped down to the student, lifted him up and carried him away in the direction of the Hospital Wing, at the same time, Professor McGonagall cleared all particle of vomit with one wave of her wand.

"Announcements!" Dumbledore began once again; "The prefects for this year will be: Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini for Slytherin!" the Slytherin table applauded but many were in shock that Malfoy wasn't a prefect - but he of course was smirking away. 'I wonder how he gets his over inflated head through the door.' I was glaring at Malfoy, once again. 'And how did he find out that he was head boy before anyone else…' I stopped glaring, now, and tried to think rationally; '…unless he lied to me! That's probably right! And that means Harry still has a chance!'

"...Hanna Abbott and Zacharias Smith..." People started clapping at once, but I suddenly lost interest. Yes, I know it's not like me, but that scroll of parchment was still gripped between my fingers and temptation had waited long enough. I held the scroll under the table and slid the gold band with the Gryffindor crest off very carefully, then opened the parchment out to its full length. I could see Harry who was sitting next to me, leaning over to see what I was doing.

"Pay attention!" I hissed at him with a weak smile across my face.

I began to read inwardly to myself:

Dear Miss Hermione Granger,

I am delighted to inform you, as Deputy Head Mistress and Head of Gryffindor, that your hard work and dedication for seven years has lead to the school appointing you as our Head Girl this year.

You will be assigned a new dorm, which you will share with your partner (Head Boy); you will be shown to this dorm after dinner at ten o'clock tonight. I wish you all the success for this year and hope that you will not take advantage for your new authority but use them into order to bring success to Hogwarts.

I will be seeing you this afternoon, at ten o'clock tonight.

Respectfully Yours,

Professor McGonagall,

I was breathless! Me? Head Girl? Oh, what fabulous news! I shot out of my seat and screamed in joy. This would have been an embarrassing situation, once again, but I was saved by the fact that many other students were doing the same.

I sat down quickly and turned to Harry who had gone into a deep shade of red; "…err... Harry? What happened?" I whispered, trying not to sound crazy.

Harry looked at me as though I was joking and chuckled; "A congratulations would have done 'Mione, no need to mock!" He smiled as he rubbed the back of his head with his hand. Actually, everyone was congratulating him. Oh! I knew it would happen. Harry is Head Boy.

"I knew Malfoy was lying…" I muttered under my breath, but Harry had obviously heard me;

"Malfoy?" He said with a puzzled look on his face. I knew that Harry was forming a pile of new questions to ask me. But, I dismissed them with a wave of my hand.

"Oh nothing, what I mean is; Congratulations Harry!" I beamed at him before embracing him in a friendly hug. Ron on the other hand just nodded and muttered congratulation too. I wonder why Ron is being a spoilt sport; I mean he didn't want Head Boy, did he?

"…and I'm Head Girl! This'll be such a pleasurable year!" I announced to Harry and Ron.

"You are?" They both said synchronized. I was beginning to get confused now

"Didn't they mention my name after yours, Harry?" I asked, now wondering why Professor Dumbledore wouldn't name the Head Girl to the rest of the school. "Maybe it's because I got a letter, but then why didn't you…?" I continued asking questions that neither Harry nor Ron knew any of the answers to. However, I could see Ron turning into a plum colour… What did I say?

"Okay! I understand you and Harry… high positions and all, right? No time for friends? Eh? Well no need to rub it in 'Mione! No need, I'll just be leaving!" I had never seen Ron in such a state

"Ronald Weasley! How dare you accuse me of such a thing! I was only confused!" I said getting up from my seat; "I thought you'd be happy…not-" I was speechless now and I felt like bursting into tears.

"Oh, so it's my fault now is it?" His eyes widened as he pointed to himself, "My fault that you are going to be a big head girl and Harry is… Blimey… a… I'm sorry, Harry, mate… I'm glad you got it! It's just some people find it funny to rub it in your face, that's all!" Ron spoke as if I was invisible then, and… oh, what was wrong with him.

I couldn't take any more of this, Ron looked ridiculous and I now knew why! He was so convinced that he would be appointed Head Boy or prefect or some sort of title. Now that he wasn't, he was being a-- That's why, without touching any of the food which had just been summoned onto the tables, I ran out of the Great Hall.

When I got out of the Great Hall and was out in the corridor, my eyes were blurry form the continuous flow of tears that were coming out of my eyes after every blink. I needed to find a bathroom… The closest is the prefect's bathroom…well being Head Girl I'm sure I'm allowed access…

In the Prefects' Bathroom

I sobbed my heart out, it wasn't just that Ron had been insensitive; I was also disappointed in my self. I mean, me not paying attention to what was going on was what got me into this mess, but I knew I had to get a grip!

"Come on, get your self together!"I said to my self out loud, wiping away my tears, though I couldn't stop my self from crying even more.

There was a knock on the door; "Hermione?" said a voice that was a bit trembled; it was Ron! "I'm sorry! I was just annoyed, you know me..." he pleaded but I could still hear a bit of annoyance in his voice; Harry probably forced him to say this to me.

"No, Ron! You were saying your true feelings. I mean, I was just a little bit confused because I had let my temptation get the better of me, and so whilst I read the parchment Professor McGonagall handed out to me. I missed most of the announcements, but I guess you just think badly of me, Ron…" I said looking at the chestnut-coloured door.

"Please come out-" and there was a pause, a few seconds later Hanna Abbott - a Hufflepuff prefect came in through the doors and stood looking at me strangely. She then made her way to a cubicle. "-or...or...or I'm coming in!" Ron stuttered, I didn't say anything.

The door came ajar and Ron's head peeps inside the open door, but this time Hanna had come out of the cubicle and was staring at Ron's as she neared the sink. She washed her hands and then went to open the door to exit. There was a huge crashing noise and when I ran outside, I found Hanna on top of Ron and Harry! They slowly got up by themselves. When they were all standing straight on the floor, Hanna gave a last look at me then rushed off with no sense of direction.

I didn't look at Ron or Harry. I was ashamed and I didn't know what to say at the moment.

"I am sorry for getting carried a way, but you know-" Ron carried on and I knew he wasn't going to give up the few minutes that I had let my attention drift; I lifted my hand and started speaking too.

"You don't understand, Ron!" I complained. I knew that he didn't mean on what he said to me rubbing it in his face.

"Sorry, dammit! Forgive me already!" Ron raised his voice a slight notch and I couldn't help but become even more infuriated. I forced my self to bite my tongue and hold back any comments; Ron was being far too uncooperative and if that's what he wanted, then fine! I wouldn't utter another word.

"Ok, guys!" Harry broke the silence, "I'm hungry can we please go back to the Great Hall!" I gave a smile, nodded and followed Harry into the great hall.

Walking back again to the Gryffindor table, I found the seats were all taken! I looked around our table to see if we could squeeze in. It was no use the whole table was filled with students. I couldn't find one free seat! I glanced at Harry and Ron who looked confused too. I then turned to the staff table hoping someone would see us standing around with no seats.

"Take a seat and eat-" Dumbledore said rising up from his seat, as he saw the trouble we were having. He looked around the room, then smiled and pointed at what looked like three empty seats which were together in the Slytheirn table! My mouth hung open in dismay; Dumbledore cleared his throat and sat back down.

"There is no bloody way, I'm sitting over there! I'll sit on the floor thank you very much, I'm quite happy with it right here." Ron protested, shaking his head violently.

"Ron." Harry muttered whilst tugging Ron's sleeve and keeping him from sitting on the floor. Harry was looking from Ron to the staff table. Dumbledore was gazing at the three of us from the top of his half-moon spectacles.

"Looks like we've got no choice." I said and reluctantly took a step towards the Slytherin table.

"We've got a choice! I've throw dung bombs on Fred and George and you two can shove Ginny off her seat!" Ron was actually serious about this. I firmly shook my head and his eyes widened in horror. "'Mione, if you hadn't-" Ron had stopped mid-sentence and one glance towards an impatient looking Professor Dumbledore was enough.

The three of us scurried towards the Slytherin table. As we got closer, I realised that our situation got worse; these seats, were next to Draco Malfoy and guess who the lucky person to sit next to the damn ego maniac was – me! Not only did I have to sit next to him at dinner but we were going to share a dorm… wait a minute, no we weren't! Draco had been lying to me… Harry was head boy… My head began to slowly clear up…

"Granger, well you want to stay close to me is it? Come on, I thought we agreed to keep it a secret!" Malfoy chuckled away in his stupid sense of humour. I ignored him and drank the goblet of pumpkin juice that was next to me.

"I wouldn't have drunk that if I were you..." laughed a second year Slytherin; I ignored his comment and carried on sipping the pumpkin juice. "You don't have to listen to me; but Draco-"

The second year boy cut off mid-sentence. I placed my goblet down and looked at Malfoy. He and that second year kid both snickering loudly. I couldn't believe it; I had drunk something that Malfoy had experimented with; my throat felt soar and then it felt as though I couldn't swallow anymore; I coughed again and again; finally I was choking holding my throat trying to stop my self; Malfoy carried on laughing but I didn't find it funny at all!

"Hermione… what…you!" I could hear Ron roaring in the background while Harry's voice was also faintly present. But considering my situation, I had no time to concentrate of what people were saying.

"Draco Malfoy!" Suddenly Professor Dumbledore bellowed, slapping his fist hard on the table to get his attention; Malfoy finally stopped laughing and turned around. "Is your vision blinded by your peculiar sense of humour? I dare say, Mr. Malfoy, you are behaving like an infant. Now, I would like you to stand up this instant and help Miss Granger to the hospital wing. Immediately!" Dumbledore raised his voice and stood still pointing his thin long, index-finger towards the great oak doors of the Great Hall.

"Get up then Granger!" Malfoy said irritated that he had to take me; my first instincts were to say no but my throat wasn't having any of it, I couldn't breathe at all and the air around me was getting warmer.

"Don't you dare touch her, jackass!" Ron snarled at the top of his voice and I felt his arm on my shoulder. I knew that Ron was trying to be supportive but he might have helped if he took me into the hospital wing. I saw Harry rush to my side too, with his wand held to Malfoy's chest.

"Lay off Malfoy!"

"As if I've got nothing better to do that touch that filthy…"

"Bloody hell! You must have nothing better to do, because let me tell you something you little…"

I was so disorientated that I didn't know who was saying what any more. But I was being dragged along; nonetheless, it did feel more like I was being shoved, though.

"Boys!" It was Professor Dumbledore's voice; again, "If you had any sense of a loyal friend, you would allow Mr. Malfoy to assist Miss. Granger to the hospital wing, so that no extreme measure will be needed for her recovery!" After a short pause, he continued; "Now, Mr. Malfoy, as head boy, it is your responsibility to take care of your comrade!"

I only had one thing in my mind; "You… Head… No…Harry…?" I sputtered, but the lack of oxygen was making it very difficult: I was suffocating. The next thing I saw was pitch black. I had collapsed!

A/N: Ok, there we go, Chapter one… Well this used to be the first part of Chapter One, but I decided to make it a chapter of it's own – just to have Hermione's Point of View.. now please people, REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! Heheeee