Thanks for all your lovely reviews, everyone! I'm glad to see that people are reading this in the spirit with which it was intentioned. I'll respond to a few questions from the reviewers here:
Munkiebutt: Thanks for pointing out about the anonymous reviews – I had actually checked it off a bit earlier, but it took forever to take effect. Looks like it's working now. I hate having to sign in to submit reviews too, cause I'm super lazy.
Tintalu: That's because I was secretly invading your mind and reading your thoughts… I mean, I'm glad you could relate! *cough* And yes, other characters will be speaking with me, at least one in this chapter.
Wesfinn: Yes, Draco and I will be having a bit of a chat soon.
Okay, that's enough Author's Notes, on with it!
Disclaimer: The only reason I'm not J.K. Rowling is because I was born in a different country, at a different date and to different parents. Really all small technicalities, don't you think? Kinda sad that these tiny miniscule anomalies mean I don't own a thing of hers.
Haven't I read this somewhere before?
Hermione made her way towards the front of the train, swaying slightly with the movement of the engine along the tracks. She went over the little welcoming speech she had prepared for the new prefects, and was confident that she had remembered it all. She was really looking forward to this year – her final one at Hogwarts. The memories from it would have to last a lifetime she knew, and she was determined to make them all good ones.
Suddenly, a hand snaked out from the compartment she was passing and pulled her inside. With a startled gasp, she found herself pressed up against a wall, staring into the compelling silver eyes of none other than the Head Boy, Draco Malfoy.
"Listen here, Mudblood. You and I are gonna come to an agreement about this year. And the agreement is, everything goes my way, got it?" Draco snarled in a low, dangerous voice.
"Sod off, Malfoy!" Hermione had meant to continue, but suddenly Draco's lips were pressed against hers, his tongue seeking desperate entrance to her warm mouth. Hermione moaned wantonly, her hands reaching up to play with the back of his neck. Draco murmured sweet love words as he slowly turned her around and gently laid her back along the compartment's seat. His fingers played with the button on her shirt teasingly before sliding it open, his mouth still kissing her passionately, only coming up for air when needed.
"Oh Merlin, I love you Hermione, I always have… I just couldn't tell you before… Please forgive me darling."
"Draco…" Hermione breathed. "I knew you did – I just knew that you needed to be careful about your image and your father, but that's okay, we're together now, and that's all that counts. Please, Draco darling… make love to me! I can't stand to be apart from you any longer, I need you, I want to feel you next to me…"
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"You know Hermione, it's really really really hard to type with you poking me like that."
"Stop it. Oh please make the bad writing stop. That has to be the dumbest thing I've ever read. Draco and I? In love? Pul-lease. Just… I'm speechless. Just stop it."
"But I was on a roll! Come on… don't tell me you didn't find that in the least bit HOT??"
"I would rather take care of all of Hagrid's pets for the rest of my life then ever find that, as you put it, Hot."
"EEE! I want a dragon and all his other pets too! We totally have so much in common, Mione, I just know we're gonna be best friends forever! Okay, okay, since we're so close, I'll get rid of that last part, just for you, mkay?"
"Best friends… lucky, lucky me."
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"Sod off, Malfoy!" Hermione glared at the platinum haired boy. Her eyes raked over his body, noticing for the first time how much he had filled out since their first year. Sure, she detested him with every fiber in her body, but Merlin, the boy sure was eye candy!
*Man, wouldn't I just love to get into his pants* Hermione moaned at the sexy images flitting through her brain. Just because you hated someone, didn't mean that should stop you from doing the nasty with them. She made sure to arch away from the wall he had her pinned against to squirm against his hard chest, arching her hips into his.
"I hate you, Malfoy" she whispered.
"The feeling's mutual, Granger" was the reply.
"Good. Let's fu…"
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"OWWW! Damnit, that hurt! You didn't have to hit me so hard. Hey! Mione, that's the delete button, no, don't!"
"Do it, or I will press this pretty little power button on your computer. Oh gee, you haven't saved? Too bad."
"You're never satisfied, are you? I try to make your character interesting, to have some depth, and this is the thanks I get."
"You're trying to make me a slut."
"I prefer the term "Friendly Female", don't you?"
"Grrr…"
"Heh… nice Hermione… calm down, I'm taking it out."
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"Sod off, Malfoy!" Hermione pushed him away and stormed out of the compartment, shooting a deadly glare over her shoulder at him. Draco smirked and followed after.
"Look Malfoy, we have to work together all year. As Head Girl and Boy, we have to present a united image to the school. I know that we can't stand each other, but we need to reach some neutral ground here." Hermione shook her head, trying to make him see her point.
"Whatever Mudblood. There's no way I'm working with you. You do your thing, I'll do mine and take the credit for both of us, alright?" Malfoy sneered as he brushed past her into the Prefect compartment.
Hermione, severely flustered, stumbled through the beginnings of her prepared speech, but then gradually relaxed and took control of the meeting. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Draco watching her, sitting silently by himself.
*Stupid prat. Not helping with a thing, as usual. Oh well, it's easier that way, things can be done the way I want them. This will be my best year ever, even if I have to suffer his presence.*
How could Hermione ever have imagined the thoughts running through Draco's head as he watched the Head Girl in action.
*Silly bint. Thinks she's all that and more. I'll show her. But how? Ohhh… I can make her fall in love with me, seduce her into my bed, have my fun and then ruin her reputation. Will be the most fun I've had in a long time. I bet she's a virgin too – all the better. I'll have her doing stuff she'd never dream of doing with anyone.*
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"Oh, hi Draco! Glad you could join us, what do you think of my story so far?"
"I'm gonna seduce Brainiac over here? I don't think so. There's no way I'd ever risk contaminating myself with the likes of her."
"For once we're in agreement, Ferret. Even if I don't appreciate your way of putting it. Like I'd ever fall for your plans anyway."
"My plans? Granger, I'm not the one writing this – talk to little Miss Thinks She's a Writer here."
"You guys don't like the storyline?"
"No."
"No."
"Oh. OH!! How about if I have Snape make you work together in Potions, and you like, have to brew up a truth potion? And your innermost feelings come out and they just "happen" to be that you're secretly in love with each other? Huh? Huh? Cool, right?"
"Not cool."
"No way in a million years."
"But you guys are getting along right now…"
"Only for the greater good."
"You took the words out of my mouth Granger."
"You guys are so hard to write for."
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The meeting finally over, Hermione made a sigh of relief and made her way back to her friends. Thankfully Malfoy had kept fairly quiet, only muttering some unintelligible words under his breath that she probably was better to have missed. She entered the compartment just in time for the train to pull to a stop at the Hogwarts Station. Throwing quick smiles at Ron and Harry, she grabbed her trunk and headed off to the school. She'd have to get caught up with them after the Sorting Feast.
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"Okay, I think I know where this story is gonna go guys, and I promise it'll be good! You'll like it for sure!"
"You scared yet, Malfoy?"
"Yes. You?"
"Oh yeah."
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Well, another chapter done. Next one will be up shortly! And don't worry, there'll be more Draco convo still – I'm not finished with him yet… *rubs hands evilly* Thanks for reading, and hope you enjoy!