A/N: Next chapter up! Thanks to all the reviews, even though I only got four. (sighs) Never mind. Here's the next chapter, darling reviewers! Oh, and by the way, I have 'Beep' by the Pussycat Dolls, featuring Will.I.Am stuck in my head! Gah. Ah well. ('I don't give a !beep!) Sorry. On with the story! Oh, and btw, I've brought Dumbledore back. I know this is a serious rewrite of HP, but there just can't be a Hogwarts without him. Sorry if some of you feel offended by my rewriting of the HP script, but, and I'm sure most of you agree, Dumbledore is VITAL in the HP world. Sorry again.

Disclaimer: Draco still isn't mine. Gah!

Her Singing

Ron and Hermione returned to their compartment with looks of shock on their faces. Ron dropped into a seat. Hermione just sort of slinked onto the floor. Ginny was worried. "Mione? What's wrong?"

Ron was mumbling something. "H-Head Boy…F-Ferret. Blid-dy g-git."

Neville looked seriously confused. "What?"

"Malfoy is Head Boy!" Hermione nearly yelled. She pulled her knees close to her and rested her head down on them. Ginny put her arm around Hermione's shoulders. Harry was in awe. Neville's face showed concern.

Hermione brought her head back up and pushed her hair out of her face. She wore a look of resignation. "Well, nothing we can do about it now. Might as well just tough it out." She got up and brushed herself.

"Mione," said Ron. "If he does anything, just let Harry or me know. We'll punch his nose in for you." Harry nodded. Ginny was giggling silently as she shook her head at Hermione. Hermione smiled at Harry and Ron and said, "Thanks, guys. But I can look after myself."

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The welcome-back feast was, as always, absolutely delicious. The Great Hall was filled with the noise of clanking cutlery against plates and the constant excited babble of the students happy to be back at Hogwarts.

When the last of the desert was cleared away, Professor Dumbledore got to his feet. "To our older student, welcome back to Hogwarts! To our first years, welcome! As always, the Forbidden Forest is forbidden to all students, and first year students are prohibited to have any broomsticks.

"As our caretaker Mr. Filch has reminded me, there are a number of objects forbidden in Hogwarts. For the full list, please proceeded to Mr. Filch's office. Now, I'd like everyone to give a warm round of applause to our Head Boy and Head Girl of the year, Mr Draco Malfoy of Slytherin and Miss Hermione Granger of Gryffindor! Will the two of you, please stand."

Hermione stood. There was a roar of applause from the Gryffindor table. Draco stood. More applause from the Slytherin end of the hall. They sat down again.

"Will you both please see me afterwards? Thank you. Now that we're all fed and watered, I think it's time we go to bed. Off you trot!"

Chairs scraped the floor as students headed to their dormitories. The first years were lost. The Prefects started directing the students. Hermione and Ron proceeded to do their duties.

When the Gryffindors were all safely in their common room, Hermione bid Ron and Harry goodbye and walked back to the Great Hall. Along the way, Draco joined her from the Slytherin common room. Hermione really didn't want to go through any 'Mudblood' torment, so she walked a distance away from him.

They finally got to the Great Hall, where their Headmaster was waiting for them. "Ah! Follow me, I will show you to your common room." They followed him down a corridor, up 4 flights of stairs, up a hallway, and down another corridor. The wall was lined with an antique tapestry, and there was a very large portrait of a wizard with a very long beard, even longer than that of their own Headmaster's.

"This is the entrance. The password is—" here he turned to the portrait. "Wimbleweather." The wizard nodded and the portrait swung forward to reveal a doorway. They stepped inside. The common room was a warm, cosy, yet very large room. It had a three-seat sofa and two armchairs beside it. A crackling fire sat in the fireplace. There was also a coffee table in front of the sofa, a dining table with chairs to the side, two desks on either side of the common room, and a red loveseat in the corner, facing the fire.

There were three doors on the far side of the common room. The one on the far left was green, the one on the far right was red, and the one in the middle was white. Hermione was in awe. "Wow. This place is gorgeous!"

She walked into her room. It was just so wonderful. In the middle stood a magnificent queen-sized canopy bed with a gold canopy and red bed sheets. Six pillows were arranged beautifully on it and it just looked so wonderful. An oak dresser with elaborate designs carved on it stood on the left of the bed. Next to the dresser, on the other wall, was a tall, rectangular window that looked outside and down to the grounds. It even showed the lake. On the right of the bed was a bedside table that matched the dresser well. She sighed and finally looked at the best. There was a desk straight across from the window and it also matched the dresser. It had three drawers on the left and one drawer on the right. Under the right drawer was an empty space where Hermione could put any text books or whatever. What a perfect room!

On the right of the room was a white door. She opened it; it led to the bathroom. She went in at its size. Everything was white. There was a huge bathtub in the middle that resembled a swimming pool, a shower was surrounded by glass that didn't let you see inside (or outside, if you were already inside), and a large marble countertop. The countertop had two sinks with marble taps and faucets, a large mirror in front of it, and two shelves on either side of it.

She went back out into the common room and yelled, "I'm going to take a shower, so I'm using the bathroom first!" Before he could object, she closed the door.

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Draco was looking around the common room. He didn't really know what he was going to do with the situation he was in. Yes, he had finally realized that he, unbelievably, loved Hermione Granger, friend of Weasel and Potty. He didn't quite know how, or why, but over the summer, he just couldn't stop thinking about her. At first he thought it was because he enjoyed mocking her disgusting lineage, but then that didn't seem so funny.

But even after that, he still kept thinking about her. He had strange dreams. And then he realized: he really did have feelings for her.

But what was he going to do? He couldn't tell her. He just couldn't. He knew she hated him. He beat himself up for being so nasty to her and her pathetic friends.

He dragged himself to his room and lay down on his bed. He heard noises from the bathroom; the noise of water slapping marble. He supposed she was having a bubble bath.

Then he heard something else. A voice. Hermione's voice. And she was singing. She had a lovely voice, and he was very surprised, because he had never heard her sing before. But, I'm sure you understand, people always sing much better when their in the shower than any other time. So Draco heard her sing her best.

But he didn't know what song she was singing. Must've been some Muggle song. He pressed his ear to the bathroom door. From what he heard, it went like this:

So no one told you life was gonna be this way

Your job's a joke, you're broke

You love life's DOA

It's like you're always stuck in second gear

And it hasn't been your day, your week, your month,

Or even your year.

But

I'll be there for you

When the rain starts to fall

I'll be there for you

Like I've been there before

I'll be there for you

Cause you're there for me too.

Draco stepped back. He loved her singing already. He lay down on his bed and continued listening to her muffled singing. He couldn't really make out the words any more, but her singing was still lovely to him.

He was looking forward to listening to more of her singing.

A/N: Well, there it is. Now you know where the title comes from. Please review! I'd really appreciate it, thanks. windsinger257. xxx