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Author's Note: Okay, this story is similar to the one I just deleted, and other stories I have written, so don't think I'm copying anyone, except myself…heehee…Also, unless this new computer breaks, then I will continue the story all the way to the end. The Bet is my only other story that is not complete, but I will not delete it because it is so long…heehee…I love that word…or words…on to the story!!!
Chapter Two
Hermione walked down the long corridor leading to the Head's compartment, thinking about Harry and her feelings for him. She really wanted to tell someone, but Ron and Harry were obviously out of the picture. Ginny was the next candidate, but the two girls hadn't been given any time alone. Hopefully Hermione could tell Ginny once they got to school.
"You know, it isn't very safe for young and pretty girls like you to be walking around here alone." Hermione looked up at the unfortunately familiar voice. "I think you need an escort, and I just happen to be the best person for the job."
Standing before Hermione was Draco Malfoy, who literally was the devil spawn. Even though Hermione hated him more than anything, Hermione could see how hot he was.
Draco was about six-five (was everyone taller than Hermione?), with pale skin, harsh blue eyes, and blond, almost white, hair that surprisingly was not gelled back, but instead hung in his eyes. He was wearing a green, button-up dress shirt with vertical stripes, dark jeans that were tight in the right spots, and astonishingly plain shoes. It was easy for Hermione to see how fit the boy was.
"What do you want, Ferret?" she asked, before pushing past.
"Normally," Draco said, following the girl, "people get to know me before calling me that. Do we know each other?"
Hermione turned around, to see if he was playing with her. Obviously, he wasn't. "Malfoy, it's me. Hermione. Granger." She felt like a broken record, and started to worry that she was going to have to introduce herself again to all her friends.
Draco gave her a slow, full-length look, before smirking. "Well, well, well, it seems the mudblood does have a body. And Slytherins were unsure for a while there."
Hermione sneered at the boy before walking past again. Unfortunately, he followed her. "Don't you have some candy to steal, or something?"
"Not this early in the year, sadly," he replied. "Actually, I'm on my way to the Head's compartment."
Hermione stopped suddenly, causing Draco to also stop. She turned around and looked up at him. "You cannot seriously be Head Boy?"
"I'm going to assume you are Head Girl." When Hermione nodded meekly, the smirk on Draco's face widened. He slipped his arm around her shoulder, and led her in the direction of the Head's compartment. "Well, I guess we will be spending more time together this year, then?"
Hermione slipped from out of his hold, and pushed forward. Over her shoulder she said, "Only one rule, for now, when you are around me: Don't ever touch me. Got it?"
Draco coughed to conceal his laugh, but agreed. "Got it."
"Good." Hermione smiled, and led the way to the compartment where McGonagall was waiting for them.
"Being Head Boy and Girl comes with many responsibilities and rewards. You will have a later curfew than the other students, and may have to skip certain classes for your duties. Of course, you also will be planning all the dances this year, there are quite a few, and will need to keep the students in check."
Hermione and Draco were seated across from McGonagall in the compartment, about a foot apart. Hermione was listening avidly, while Draco was slouched in his seat, looking bored.
"Every weekend you will meet with the Prefects, and discuss any issues going on in the Houses. Of course, the Prefects will probably approach you during the week with problems, but the meetings will be the main time to talk about things. Every night after curfew you are to patrol the halls for half an hour on weekdays, and an hour on weekends. When we take our trips to Hogsmeade, it is your job to make sure the students act responsibly.
"Your curfew is an hour later than the other students, and you are allowed into the restricted area of the library. Friends may visit you, but they must leave at their curfew. Do not give out your password. It may be changed at any time, just ask, but not to keep the other Head out, only if someone other than the two of you learns of it.
"I hope you take this position as a reward. The other professors and I spent many days deciding who should be Head. If you abuse your power, or if the two of you are constantly arguing, then this position will be taken away. I hope it does not come to that.
"Now, normally, I would leave the two of you alone so you can discuss any plans for the year. Of course, given your…history together, I feel it best if I stay in the compartment with you until we arrive at Hogwarts."
"Um, you mean, I can't go back to my friends?" Hermione asked.
"I'm sorry, Miss Granger, but it is tradition." McGonagall pulled a magazine out from under the bench, and began flipping through it.
The trio sat in an awkward silence until, finally, the train arrived at Hogwarts. Hermione was the first to the door, and was out of the compartment before McGonagall had a chance to stop her.
"…So we sat in complete silence the rest of the way here," Hermione said. "It was horrible."
She was sitting with Harry, Ron, and Ginny at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. She was telling them about what had happened in the Head's compartment while Professor Dumbledore sorted the first years.
"I still can't believe Malfoy is Head Boy," Ron said.
"His daddy probably paid off the school," Hermione joked.
The friends stopped talking as Dumbledore began his yearly speech. Hermione glanced over at Harry, who was paying close attention, a concentrated look on his face. She liked him a lot, and hoped that one day she would be brave enough to tell him how she felt.
Hermione didn't notice Draco watching her. Of course, he could see that she was looking at Harry. Everyone knew how the two felt about each other, they just weren't sure why Harry didn't ask Hermione out. With a smirk, Draco thought that if Harry didn't make a move, he would have to. Even though Hermione was a mudblood, she was pretty hot. And, in Draco's book, looks far surpassed family status.
Dinner was over about an hour later. While the Prefects led the other students to their dorms, Hermione and Draco walked over to McGonagall, from separate sides of the room, of course. McGonagall led the two teenagers down the long, winding corridors of Hogwarts, until they stopped in front of a painting of a mermaid seated on a rock, brushing out her long blonde hair.
McGonagall cleared her throat to get the girl's attention. The mermaid looked up, skimmed over McGonagall and Hermione, then settled her gaze on Draco. A smirk appeared on her face.
"Can I help you?" she asked, her voice soft and girly.
"Allegra Pearl, I would like to introduce you to the newest Heads, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy," McGonagall said.
The smirk dropped from Allegra's face. "Malfoy, huh," she said to Draco. "I've heard stories about you." She turned her attention to Hermione. "What can I do for you? By the way, love the shirt. If I didn't swim everyday, I'd get one the same color. I look fabulous in blue."
Hermione smiled. "I was wondering if you could tell us the password? It's late, and I'm worn out, and would really like to get to bed."
"No problem," Allegra said. "It's berries and cream. I know, I know, a little random, but I do not choose the passwords. Talk to your Headmaster."
McGonagall turned to Hermione and Draco. "I will see both of you tomorrow in class. It is not necessary to patrol tonight, as everyone should be in bed. Please, no killing each other." She turned around, and left the two Heads with Allegra.
The portrait door swung open, and Hermione entered the room before Draco could. The common room was large, larger than the Gryffindor's common room. The wood-burning fireplace was obviously the center place of the room, all the tables and chairs and couches surrounding it tastefully. Hermione noted that there was an even amount of green and silver, and red and gold couches and chairs.
Across from the entrance were three doors: a red door, with Head Girl written on it in gold script; a green door with Head Boy written on it in silver script; and, finally, a mahogany door without a heading, but what was noticeably the lavatory, as it was the only other door in the room.
"Even though this has been so much fun," Draco said, breaking the silence, "I really must be getting to bed." He walked past Hermione to his bedroom, and turned before entering the room. "It takes quite a bit of sleep to achieve this face." Hermione tried to suppress her laugh as the boy walked into his room and shut the door.
Hermione walked across the common room, and entered her own bedroom. The room was artfully made up. A queen size bed covered in auburn and gold bedding. A dark wood dresser sat next to the bed, a matching desk across, and a wooden chest sat at the foot of the bed. Hermione noticed her empty trunk and duffle bag against one wall, and, after inspecting the dresser, saw that her clothing had been put away for her. It seemed that Head Girl came with more perks than just a later curfew. Not having to unpack gave Hermione at last an hour more of free time.
Of course, right now, all she wanted to do was sleep. Hermione changed into pink boxers and a white, oversized T, with a picture of a pink, cartoon sheep on the chest. She brushed out her hair, and pulled it back into a high bun. After removing her makeup magically, Hermione climbed into the large bed, letting the fluffy blankets practically overtake her. She let her muscles relax and her breathing slow. After a few minutes, Hermione was asleep.