Chapter One
A Sincere Letter

She leaned against the cool, firm window that was slightly warm from beams of sunlight. She gently ran her fingers through her soft wavy hair. A piece of paper crinkled between her hand. As she fell into a light doze, the parchment drifted silently to the compartment's crimson carpet floor.

Dear Miss Hermione Granger,
I, as well as the other Hogwarts staff, am proud to present you to the privilege of Head Girl. You are to meet at the Heads' Compartment on Hogwarts Express to meet the Head Boy. Congratulations!
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore

Hermione barely stirred as the compartment door slid open, revealing the other seventeen-year-old Head Boy, Draco Malfoy.

Draco Malfoy was almost every girl's dream boy (or man). He had neat platinum-blonde hair, deep light grey eyes, pale skin, a low voice, and muscles that flexed and rippled everywhere (and he was very rich).

Noticing Hermione was sleeping soundly, he shut the door as quiet as possible and glanced at the wrinkled note on the floor. He wasn't surprised that Hermione was Head Girl at all.

She was a lot shorter than Draco's six feet two inches, in fact she was five feet six inches. She loved reading and studying, or in other words, a bookworm.

Although Hermione still had the same personality as the past 17 years, she looked different. She had a creamy skin-color, and her hair now fell into lush ringlets, with sideswept bangs framing her face.

And Draco, being a guy, noticed she had soft curves all the right places. And after he noticed that, he mentally slapped himself.

Malfoy! This is the stupid Mudblood you're thinking about.

Draco took a seat in front of the Head Girl. After "observing" her for a moment or two, he sighed and looked out the window.

As if she felt his presence, Hermione stirred and snapped awake. Once she looked at Malfoy, her whole face turned red.

"Malfoy! What are you doing here?" She snapped, blinking a few times.

Draco smirked at her ignorance. "Well, Granger, I happen to be Head Boy. I know, I'm perfect."

Hermione looked blank for a second, registering the information her ears just consumed.

"You? Of all people...Head Boy?"

"Yes, now shut up. You're contaminating the air I breathe." Draco replied scornfully.

Hermione had always been a bit sensitive (Mudblood was the only word she didn't react to anymore). When she heard this, she got up her face a few inches from Draco's. She reached out and like what a mother would do to her child, stroked the side of his face.

Draco was taken back by this reaction, and sat there, stunned, as Hermione stroked his face. Suddenly, she smiled wickedly and slapped him. Her nails had dug into his cheek and left specks of blood.

Draco stood up, and yelled, "What the bloody fck (a/n - sorry inappropriate word) are you doing, Mudblood?"

Hermione quickly tugged on her gauzy green cardigan over her T-shirt, grabbed her bag, and marched away to find her best friends.

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A few minutes later, Hermione finally found her three best friends sitting in a compartment near the back.

"Hermione!" Ginny squealed as Hermione slid open the door.

"Hey. Guess who's Head Boy?" Hermione dropped herself down onto the seat next to the red-headed Ron Weasley since Harry had already claimed the seat next to Ginny Weasley.

Ginny ran her fingers through her straight red hair thoughtfully, and then said, "Malfoy, isn't it?"

Hermione rolled her eyes, which meant a yes.

Harry nodded, closing his green eyes peacefully before replying, "Not a big surprise. His father would probably beat Malfoy if he wasn't Head Boy."

Ron agreed. "So, how was your summer, 'Mione? You've really changed." He ogled at her.

Hermione was thinking about what she had done to Draco. She snapped out of it when Ron poked her with his wand.

"Ron, don't do that! My summer was good..." Hermione sighed.

Malfoy is really very attractive. Why'd I pat his face? That's so gross.

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A few hours later, after a lot of chocolate frogs, taffies, and rich pastries, Hogwarts Express finally arrived at Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (a/n - is that right?).