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Harry Potter known as the boy who lived was the second person to be placed into Slytherin who was not a Pureblood. Some find this very strange, and they wonder why. Ron and I, his best friends, are both in Gryffindor, home sweet home. The only other person put into Slytherin that was a Half-Blood was Tom Marvolo Riddle, heir of Salazar Slytherin.
The reason for these two to be the only exceptions is that Tom was the "heir of Slytherin," and when he attempted to thwart Harry Potter off of the face of the earth he put part of his soul into the boy-who-lived. Little Harry wasn't as innocent as everyone thought him to be. I Hermione Jane Granger should know. I am his girlfriend.
Even though I am going out with Harry at the moment, does not mean I forgive him and Ronald for joining me in my compartment on the train many years previously. Secretly, I believe Draco is the epitome of gorgeousness. I the Gryffindor Princess favored Harry and Pansy the Slytherin Princess favored Draco, so the two sides had equal kingdoms, same treasures to be lost, same pride to be gained.
A few years back, around our fifth year at Hogwarts, I walked into the broken bathroom on the second floor. I wouldn't call it eavesdropping, because it wasn't intentional, but I heard Parkinson talking to someone. The snippet of the conversation that drifted to my ears as I entered the bathroom was about who she secretly adores. God bless that it be Harry Potter, my boyfriend.
The ironic part of this whole awkward situation is that I personally and secretly adore Draco bloody Malfoy. Go Figure! Yeah, and we all know that him and Pansy are going out as well, and shagging every chance they get. Gosh the whole school knows about their love affairs because Pansy feels that it's her right to brag all she wants about shagging the hottest boy in the school. Damn is she infuriating sometimes.
We all know that both Draco and Harry are both very famous people. Harry's fame comes from sheer luck most of the time. He managed to become the-boy-who-lived-TWICE! Someone really needs to pop his bubble a tad bit. Draco is the sole heir to the Malfoy Manor as well as the sole heir to the Malfoy fortunes. Both of his parents died during the war that happened over the summer. His father killed his mother, and his father was killed by his ever loving master. Voldemort.
Draco escaped harm, somewhat, when he switched sides and joined the Order. He also needed someone to burst his bubble because he seems to think that he can do anything now that he has complete control over his families' riches.
Saturday,
Dear Diary,
I decided today that I should start writing in a diary. Since we already defeated Voldemort I think I have time to engross my thoughts into the lesser important things in life. I saw Draco today. He changed his hair a bit. He stopped slicking it back and it hangs in his face. He's drop dead sexy sometimes when he looks careless with his hair hanging in his face. I could kiss his soft looking lips. Yesh, I know I shouldn't be thinking these thoughts, I have a boyfriend, a very famous boyfriend. Honestly, my dear Shelly. Yes, diary I am naming you Shelly. Honestly, though Harry doesn't really turn me on anymore. He gets so bloody boring, and Ronald pfft. He's like a brother to me. Much love my dear Shelly. I will write to you soon.
3 Hermione
Back to the present, Headmistress McGonagall entered the head's compartment before Draco could mutter a word to me. She told us, "There will be no longer individual house tables in the Great Hall. Students shall be allowed to sit with whomever they please."
"Awesome!" I shouted without thinking. Malfoy sneered. McGonagall continued despite my outburst, "Secondly you two are to share the Head's dorm. This means that you will be sharing a common room, as well as a small kitchenette that will be stocked with food whenever it is needed. It is located on the fifth floor, and I will show you to it after you finish your duties. I shall tolerate no squabbles from the two of you. You must learn to get along or you will be stripped of your titles! Your first assignment as Heads is to inform all of the Prefects of the passwords for their designated houses. You will also make sure they complete their job of leading the first years and other students to the common rooms. Am I understood?"
"Yes ma'am," I mumbled while Malfoy merely shook his head yes.
The rest of the train ride was fairly uneventful. Malfoy and I handed out the passwords to the prefects right away. Well I handed them out right away, and I handed out most of them as well too. Damn Malfoy always leaving me to do the most work. Lazy bloody ferret, he is. We both did this silently and avoided each other as much as we could. Old resentments die hard.
We were told to meet the Headmistress McGonagall in the Great Hall after dinner was served and we had made sure all the students were in the common rooms. I strode in, only to find Malfoy already there. He smirked at me with that god awful million dollar Malfoy smirk. Absolutely Revolting.
"I will show you to your dorms. Please follow me," demanded McGonagall.
Malfoy and I began to following the Headmistress. No one spoke as we made our way to the fifth floor of the castle. My mind went off into its own little world as we walked. "Just great," I thought to myself, "I have to share a common room with the ferret for the rest of the year."
This being my initial reaction I had yet to think about really sharing a common room with Draco. This sent me spiraling into drool mode, and McGonagall left us after telling us the password. That was "Periwinkle." We started out exploring the common room after Malfoy decided to strip off his school robes and wander around in grey sweatpants and black, slightly tight fitting, t-shirt. It was hard to ignore his strikingly sculpted body gliding around the common room like he was walking on air. You could easily see how the last seven years of playing Quidditch had done wonders designing his body.
Malfoy managed to mumble something like, "This is my chair, you stupid Mudblood. Keep your hands off," before he made his way to the kitchenette. He was scrounging through the wizard's equivalent of a refrigerator, when I glanced his way. He turned and looked at me, and caught me sizing him up as he was leaning in the fridge. I looked away as fast as I could and headed to my room. I felt something hard twirl me around and push me back first into the wall.
When I dared open my eyes I found Malfoy towering over me with his left hand firmly planted on the wall next to my head. His right hand was gripped tightly under my chin forcing me to look into his intriguing grey-blue eyes. He leaned into me to mutter insanities at me, but I refused to look him in the eyes. Our faces were inches apart and I could feel his hot breath on my face sending tendrils of emotions throughout my frightened body. I fought hard not to gaze into those powerful eyes.
"You look at me you scummy MUDBLOOD!"
"NO!"
"You will do as you're…."
I scrambled up the stairs as fast as I could only to be stopped by an icy cold hand strongly gripping my tender ankle.
Author note: Please R&R I don't have a beta so feedback is nice! It will help me improve the story. So R&R and I will update faster. Don't be mad with the cliffie I already have the next chapter in the works so it will be up soon :) Thanks Piper_Weasley_24 for helping fix some of the mistakes in this chapter! its greatly appreciated!
