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Chapter 5

Curses

"I need to see the both of you in the meeting room behind that door." Dumbledore smiled and shooed them over there.

Walking in, Hermione crossed to the opposite side of the room. There would be no way she could be in the same room as Malfoy unless they were as far apart a possible.

"Hmmm…I'm stuck in a room with a slutty know – it –all mudblood. What joy." Draco muttered to himself but loud enough for Hermione to hear.

"And I'm enjoying being stuck in a room with a crazy, deatheater asshole?" Hermione didn't bother masking her fury. She was pissed off and yelling at Malfoy with no fear.

"I could curse you in an instant, silly little girl." Draco said coldly.

"Bring it on. And news flash. I'm as old as you are. And smarter too. I can make a spell to blow you to smithereens in an instant. Don't piss me off more than you have." Hermione warned setting herself in dueling position.

"Oh, you're nothing compared to how pissed off I am, Bitch." Draco set himself in to position too.

Hermione could feel the fire in her stomach flare up. She was just about to curse him when the door opened up.

"I was afraid it may come to this," Dumbledore came in and motioned for Hermione and Draco to sit. "This is the first time in 114 years a Gryffindor and Slytherin were Heads. And including your some what colorful past, this could be ackward."

"You think?" Draco muttered. Hermione grinned and then noticing that she had done so, scowled.

"However…" Dumbledore continued, "You will be expected to work through this. I will not relinquish either of your positions. Might I add that , although I expect you to be civil, I do not expect you to get married as nearly 99 of other Heads have done."

Malfoy and Hermionelooked as though they had both been forced to swallow 26 live tarantulas. It would have been hilarious in a different situation.

"I must now leave, but I shall have to show you your new dormitory first. Follow me, quickly." Leaving, Dumbledore clearly expected them to follow, so Hermione went first and Draco followed.

"Oh my god." Hermione stepped into Draco's and her new quarters gleefully.

"Wow." Draco, for once, didn't bother to hide his obvious happiness at the beauty inside.

"Alright, now I really must go. Your password is 'Unicorn Hair'." Dumbledore left the two Heads to their own doings.

Hermione and Malfor glared at each other across the room. They were both standing by doors. Hermione's said 'Head Girl", and Draco's said 'Head Boy'. Simultaneously they turned around and went into their new rooms. If either had stayed in the living room, kitchen , and main room, they would have been deafened by the slamming of both doors.

Why do I have to be stuck with her? Draco thought vehemently to himself. She's absolutely impossible to be around. Miss Know-It-All. I don't think she has ever been wrong. Draco stripped, silently fuming. Putting on his pajama pants over his boxers, he examined his new bathroom. He finally had his own bathroom! Well, sure he had his own bathroom at home, but the emotional and mental torture his father put him through was not exactly loving care. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Climbing silently into his enormous new bed, he prayed to any god that might be out there for a great day tomorrow.