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Chapter 2: Out to get them
Hermione sat across from Harry and Ron, like usual. It was always like this on their way to Hogwarts. The only thing different, was that Hermione was speechless. Over the summer she contemplated whether or not Dumbledore was out to get her. Had she done something wrong to deserve such punishment? And if so, what the bloody hell had she done?
Dear,
Ms. Granger
I, Headmaster Albus Dumbledore am gladly here by announcing you Head Girl for your Seventh and last year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You will share the Head Common Room with the Head Boy, who in fact is Mr. Draco Malfoy. Along with other living arrangements. But, the rest will be explained once you get to Hogwarts. I hope this new year will be a great one for you. As, I know it will be a great one fore the rest of the school body, for there are many changes this years.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry
'DRACO MALFOY!' Hermione's mind screamed over and over again. Yes, Dumbledore was definitely out to get her. He had to have known. Somehow he knew. Somehow that man knew! But, how? She had never told anyone. And if she did... Well, lets just say if Harry and Ron found out they'd flip their lids. And everyone else, well they'd just laugh. A 'mudblood' loving a 'pureblood'? Sure it was sweet and all, but it would never work. Three reason why: First, Malfoy hated her. Second, Malfoy hated her. And third, MALFOY HATED HER!
'This year was not going to be a great year at all.' Hermione thought to herself.
Ever since her first year at Hogwarts she had had a little crush upon, yes, Draco Malfoy. With his adorably hated smirks. Those gorgeous sneers. And his downright prat attitude. Hmm...Yes, Ms. Hermione Granger was in love with the bad boy. Until, her second year when he had first called her a 'mudblood'. It broke her little twelve year old heart. But, she couldn't help, but still have some sort of feeling for him. 'Damn me and my soft heart.' Hermione cursed herself.
And in her fourth year she still had feelings for him. Even though he was mean to her and her friends. She still couldn't help, but lust after those blonde locks of hair, those silver eyes that always seemed to penetrate her with hate, and those smirks that made her weak in the knees. She wished that one day, just one day the smirks would change into a smile. A smile that would indicate that he felt just a tad bit the same way.
But, when her fifth year came and she saw Malfoy with Pansy Parkinson, she knew she'd never be close to him. So, she gave everything up. All the butterflies in her stomach were pushed aside. All her secret glances towards him were no more. She put all her time into studying. Not giving a single thought about Malfoy, until now. Now, that she knew they would be sharing living quarters. How was she supposed to live like that? With him? 'Nothing could get any worse' Hermione thought.
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Draco was in the same state as Hermione. Staring down at the letter in his hands, the letter confirming that he was Head Boy and that little Ms Now-It-All-Granger was Head Girl. And all summer he too had been contemplating if Dumbledore was out to get him. Sticking him with 'little Ms mudblood'. His eyes were full of fury. How could this have happened!?!
Sure, he knew that Granger was at the top of most of her classes, just like him. And she also took extra classes, just like him. And... and she was best qualified for the position, just like him. 'Damn it!' Draco cursed inwardly.
Ever since his father had received the Dementors Kiss in his Sixth year and his mother had died at the hands of Voldemort. He had lived all alone in the Malfoy Manor. Supposedly he was now a blood trader. He had turned his back on the Dark Lord to help the other side. He became a part of the Order of the Phoenix, without anyone knowing. Not even the Golden Trio knew. Only Dumbledore and other certain members of the Order. Such as, Hagrid, Lupin, Snape, and a witch that's hair always changed colors, he could never remember her name. Tinks or something like that.
But, still he was alone in the world. Only company he ever had were the house elves at Malfoy Manor, and yet they were still afraid of him even though he tried to be nice.
Nice. Draco laughed inwardly. Malfoy's were never nice. They might show mercy ever now and then, but niceness? Never. Draco showed gratitude towards the Order. That's it. If they happened to stop by at the Manor he'd order one of the elves to fix something to eat and put a pot of tea on. That was showing house politeness, not niceness.
Anyway, seeing Granger's name on the letter. Knowing that he would be sharing living quarters with her, put him a little over the edge.
He looked around. He was in the Head Compartment, where in bloody hell was the Head Girl! Had she gotten a letter indicating that he was Head Boy? Did she not want to be in the same compartment as him?
Draco smirked, then frowned, and then a sad look up took his features. Why would she not want to be in the Head Compartment with him? Sure he was mean to her over the years, but wouldn't she still want to make her achievement known?
Draco remembered all the times he was mean to her. He didn't really want to be mean. If his father had found out he was even the slightest bit nice to a mud...Muggle-Born he'd get the Cruciatus Curse put upon him. But, now his father was dead and so was his mother.
'Maybe...' Draco thought, 'No! You will ruin your reputation. Don't even think about it Malfoy!'
Draco took a deep breath and then looked out the window, ridding his mind of the thoughts about Granger. 'I wonder what Dumbledore was talking about when he said -changes-' Draco thought.