Wow guys! Thanks for all the reviews!

Figured I'd let you know what I'm going to do with my story. Well, I'm of course not going to give you the ending and the twists, but I thought I'd give highlights.

I'm going to take some time before Draco and Hermione get together. They realize an attraction is there, but really, who hasn't felt attracted to an enemy at one point or another? Hehe!

I'm also going further into things with Hermione and Ron, and things with Harry and Ginny will happen later on. I want to take my time. I'll update quickly though so always check back! I want this to be a long fanfic!

Chapter Two: A Hint of Malice, A Pinch of Salt

The Hogwarts Express pulled onto school grounds and Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione were ready to begin the year they so much anticipated. As they walked down the steps, they heard the familiar words that marked the start of each school year.

"Firs' years! Firs' years!" Hagrid winked at them as he sauntered along.

"Well Harry, for the past six years you've managed to somehow defeat You- Know-Who. What do you think our last year at Hogwarts will bring?" Ron asked. Harry shifted uncomfortably.

"You know, I think there are more pressing issues than Lord Voldemort right now." Harry smirked at Ron while Hermione and Ginny gaped at Harry. Ron blushed and looked toward the ground.

"Erm... yeah... like N.E.W.T.'s... right... Look!" Ron shot his arm straight out in front of him. Harry, Ginny, and Hermione immediately began searching for what Ron could have seen and could not find anything. "Oh... sorry, just a bird... Lets get a move on then." Harry stifled a laugh. "Honestly Harry," Ron muttered, "Are you trying to kill me before I graduate?"

As they reached the Great Hall, Seamus Finnegan approached Harry with a large grin.

"Great job, mate! Really, we're all pumped to win this year with you as Captain!" Harry was dumbfounded.

"What? I got Quidditch Captain?"

"Oh no! Was I not supposed to tell you?! I don't see why I shouldn't. But yeah Harry, you're Captain!" Harry beamed and the five Gryffindors took their seats.

"Welcome back students!" The familiar voice of Albus Dumbledore rang through the Great Hall. "I feel this year will be placed among the greatest Hogwarts has ever seen. However, I would like every student to use extreme caution when traveling alone outside or in Hogsmeade. I am sure all of you are aware of the war against Lord Voldemort." The Slytherin table suddenly snapped to attention and whispered quietly amongst themselves, many stealing a glare at the Headmaster. "You need not worry inside Hogwarts. The school is protected by many charms and old magic that will repel the Dark Arts and has undergone even more protection and safety spells this summer. Now for a bit lighter news: Your Head Girl for this year is Hermione Granger and the Head Boy is Draco Malfoy. I expect you to treat them with the same respect you show your Professors." The Slytherins all snickered. It was clear they thought highly of their ringleader, Draco. "And without further adieu, let us feast!"

"Geez Hermione, I wasn't aware you were so anxious to get rid of us." Ron noted how quickly she was shoving down her food with amazement. Hermione usually had exceptional table manners.

"Oh! I'm sorry Rawn... I haf foo see Dumbadore affer finner abou' my new 'oom."

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I don't speak food language." Ron and Harry exchanged puzzled looks. Hermione swallowed her food and started again.

"I said I'm sorry Ron, I have to see Dumbledore after dinner about my new room. As you know, I won't be living in the Gryffindor dormitory this year because the Heads have their own living quarters." The trio all cringed after she finished her explanation. Not one of them liked to think of Hermione spending so much time with Draco.

"Hermione, if he tries anything- and I mean ANYTHING- you just tell Harry and I and we'll take care of him." She smiled softly at Ron as she remembered his backfired spell of eating slugs in their second year. It's nice having someone around who cares so much about me. Perhaps he'll do us both a favor this year and finally ask me out. Hermione looked straight into Ron's eyes and blushed.

"Thank you Ron. I'm sure he's smart enough to not start any trouble with me though. I think he's still embarrassed about getting slapped by a Muggle- born." They all giggled. Maybe I should give him a little push... "Well I must get going now. I'll see you all later in the common room!" ...Or maybe not. Guess I'm as shy as he is.
Draco and Hermione followed Dumbledore up a winding staircase and down a long hallway. They approached a painting of a mermaid diving in and out of the water.

"Why hello, nice to meet you. Password?"

"Speedy Streaks," Dumbledore said. He looked at Hermione who raised an eyebrow. "I heard about Mrs. Weasley's unfortunate experience. I must say, I found it quite amusing." Hermione giggled and they walked inside the Head dorm.

Although Draco seemed unimpressed, he did not hide his approval. Hermione, on the other hand, was in shock. The common room was beautiful. There were two sofas- one green, one maroon. The picture above the fireplace was of Salazar Slytherin holding a snake and Godrid Gryffindor riding on the back on a lion. The carpet was a dark blue only highlighted on the edges with golden tassles. The room embodied the colors of each house and Hermione immediately felt at ease. On the door of each bedroom was a gold nameplate etched in Calligraphy. Hermione ran her fingers over the words. She never felt so enthralled by her own name.

"Very well, I will leave you two to sort out your belongings and rest before the first day of classes begins. Good night." With a mischievous smile, Dumbledore exited.

Before Draco could utter a word, Hermione took it upon herself to cut him off.

"Lets see... what could you possibly have to say right now to insult me? We have our own showers so I won't be infringing on your valuable hair time and our rooms are spaced far enough apart that it will be easy enough to ignore each other's presence. I have two boyfriends; their names are Potty and Weasel... and... hmmm... Oh! Right! Mudblood, Mudblood, Mudblood. Did I miss anything?" Hermione smiled so very innocently.

"First off, Mudblood, it sounds better when I say it. You don't have the right malicious enthusiasm. Second, I have no intention of ignoring your presence whatsoever. I see it extremely irritates you, so how can I pass up such a wonderful opportunity? Last, I noticed the love triangle in the Great Hall today and I must say, seems as if the Weasel is giving Potty a run for his money, don't you think? I don't understand why you would crave such poverty, but then again, I suppose it attracts filth." His devilish grin spread across his face and his eyes fixed on Hermione's. She felt a cold chill run down her spine. "See? I told you, Granger. You lack the proper malice."

"Goodnight Malfoy." She walked up to her room and changed into her nightgown. After lying in bed thinking about what lay ahead of her this year- a possible relationship with Ron, living with Draco, leading as Head Girl, studying for N.E.W.T's- she fell fast asleep.
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