Hey everyone! Didn't say anything in the intro, but here you go! Stereotypical love story, deal with it, I'm a hopeless romantic. Hope y'all like this, please review so I know whether or not to continue, but I probably will anyway because I'm a stubborn ass! So on with it!

Disclaimer: I'm not J.K. Rowling, and if I'm lying you can shoot me in the foot!

Harry, Ron, and I vowed not to return to Hogwarts until Voldemort had fallen. Well, I said that before I learned I would be Head Girl. I didn't want to go back, but I just couldn't let down everyone, and I couldn't let everyone suffer under the Head Boy...Malfoy.

On the train I found an empty compartment. I didn't want to ride with anyone since Harry and Ron weren't there. I was about to lower the blinds when he came.

"There you are Granger, alone as usual, where are your fags of friends? Potty and Weasel on their honeymoon?" Malfoy cackled.

This made me seethe. Not only because of the fact that Malfoy said it, but because it was true. Harry and Ron both came out this summer, and both being seventeen, decided to get married. They were in love didn't want to regret anything if either were to die in the fight against Voldemort. They were on their honeymoon in Jamaica.

"Granger what are you staring at? Didn't you hear me? McGonagall wants us. Apparently we have to ride in the head compartment or something."

"Right, right. I'm on my way Malfoy."

When we got to the compartment I was stunned. McGonagall opened the doors to reveal a compartment of luxury. It was bewitched to be three times the size of a normal compartment, and it was way more comfortable. Instead of the average train seats, overstuffed couches were attached to the floor, one for each of us. Mine was soft crimson velvet adorned with gold throw pillows. Next to my couch was a table with dishes of my favorite candies and nuts, and of course, a stack of books I was itching to read. The worst part of my area was that it faced Malfoy's.

Malfoy's couch was black leather with dark green throw pillows, lined with silver trimming. His side table had chocolates and licorice, but it also had a stack of magazines popular among teen wizards, magazines considered vulgar by any average person. I could see the disapproval on McGonagall's face when she glanced at Malfoy's reading material. There was a coffee table between the couches holding candles that matched each area and two envelopes, each with our names on them. McGonagall left to allow us too get used to the luxury adorned to the Heads.

"Shit, Granger, we have to share a common room!" I wouldn't have looked up from my book if Malfoy had said anything else. The cursing and the words "we" and "share" in the same sentence uttered by Malfoy almost made me choke on my toasted almonds. When I did look up, I noticed Malfoy was reading whatever was in his envelope, and I anxiously grabbed mine and began to read.

Congratulations, Miss Granger, on becoming Head Girl. The responsiblities are not much different from that of a prefect, but the luxuries you will receive are far greater. You are in charge of the female prefects, though you do have jurisdiction over the males as well. You will not be returning to the Gryffindor dormitories. Your new residence lies behind a painting of the four founders of Hogwarts in the room directly behind the Great Hall. The password to the common room is Gum Drop. Your room will be on the right hand side, and the password for your room is Library. On your desk will be more instructions as to your duties and privleges. You have shown exemplery behavior and have received outstanding marks. This has earned you the prestigious position of Head Girl. Once again, congratulations!

After reading my letter, a few minutes of silence went by. I finally got the nerve to speak.

"Look, Malfoy, we obviously have to pretend to get along for the rest of the school, so we may as well try to be polite to each other. I'm not saying we have to like each other..." I was cut off by sudden actions. Malfoy had stood up and was walking towards me. And he was...smiling. It wasn't a smirk or an evil grin, it was a genuine smile. I didn't know what to think until...

"Granger, shut up and kiss me..."