"What do you mean 'heads business?' was Hermione's response. The answer was obvious. Draco – I mean Malfoy – was the Head Boy, but Hermione refused to accept that. She battled constantly with her mind over the holidays wondering who would be the Head Boy. She thought that maybe Harry, Ron or Roger Davies would get the position. Malfoy never even for a second crossed her mind.

"I'm head boy so I think Professor Dumbledore wants to talk about what we have to do for the year, you know, being partners and all," Malfoy flashed that trademark smirk that Hermione was all too accustomed to.

"Mr. Malfoy is correct, Ms. Granger. Now if you would please sit, I can talk to you about what you are required to do and achieve throughout the school year."

As Professor Dumbledore went through everything that they were to do; plan balls, patrol the corridors and other boring things along those lines, Hermione couldn't help but think that if the head boy was someone other than Malfoy, she would be so excited at being head girl.

'Come on, Hermione. It's Malfoy! Every girl in the school would kill to be in your shoes for the year!'

Hermione thought she was daydreaming when she heard something like 'sharing living quarters' but apparently she wasn't. The sarcastic grin that was plastered on Malfoy's face was enough to tell her she had heard correctly.

Hermione sat there in silence until Professor Dumbledore finished talking. She still couldn't believe that she had to share a dormitory – and bathroom – with her enemy of nearly 7 years.

"Oh, and one more thing Ms. Granger, Mr. Malfoy will be spending the night here and leaving with you in the morning when you leave for Platform 9 ¾. As you are our school leaders, Hogwarts has purchased your books and uniform for you. You will find them in your new rooms back at Hogwarts. I will see you both tomorrow!" and with that, Dumbledore rose from the couch on which he had been seated on and disappeared with a 'crack.'

Hermione rose from her seat in attempt to make an appeal to Dumbledore about Malfoy staying the night but she was too late. He had already gone.

"Well Hermione, I guess you're stuck with me for the rest of the year!" he once again smirked.

"Don't call me that. You're not my friend so don't call me that. And if you smirk one more time, I'm gonna slap the smirk off of your face!"

"Ooh touchy touchy, Hermione."

"Ok Draco," she exaggerated his name just like Pansy Pug-face Parkinson did back at school, he grimaced as she said it. "follow me and I'll show you to the spare room."

"Don't you mean 'guest room?'" Malfoy asked sarcastically, "or maybe people with your blood don't have enough class to say 'guest room.'"

"No, Draco. That's where you're wrong. Guests are welcome in this house, you aren't. So therefore, you are not a guest." Hermione was satisfied with her comeback and picked up the pace as she walked along the long corridor.

She knew her house probably wasn't as large as Malfoy's but hey, it was competition. Her house was quite large. In fact, it was a mansion. Her parents business had been doing well so they decided to build their dream home. It was beautiful. They had only moved in a few months ago and Hermione had only spent 3 weeks there before going off to Ron's house.

'Ron!' Hermione had completely forgotten about the nights earlier events. She wasn't sad anymore, her mind was occupied with thoughts of Malfoy and living with him for the rest of the year. She then put Ron to the back of her mind and opened the door to the 'spare' room.

It had a large queen sized bed in there, a desk with a laptop, a dresser drawer, a wide-screened television and a DVD player. There was also a small CD player in there but Hermione wasn't even going to begin to explain what they were to Malfoy, she knew he wouldn't know. But she was surprised when he said "Nice! Cool T.V, Granger. Got any new DVD's I could check out?"

"What? You know what these things are?" Hermione's jaw had dropped and she knew Malfoy knew that he had caught her by surprise when he started genuinely laughing and replied,

"Of course! Just cause my dad hates muggles and muggleborns, it doesn't mean he doesn't like their inventions. He'd be stupid to dislike them. They provide him with a lot of entertainment."

She didn't like the boy but she had to admit he was quite well-spoken for a teenager. She also had to do a double take when he said 'muggles' and 'muggleborns.'

"What happened to 'mudbloods?' Hermione asked, her tone dripped with sarcasm.

"Excuse me?" Malfoy asked, unsure of why Hermione was asking this question.

"You said 'muggleborn,' not 'mudblood,' why?"

"Well I'm in your house, I may as well treat you with a bit of respect. Afterall, I do want to be considered a guest in this house." He grinned at her and it was only then that she realised what perfect, straight, pearly white teeth he had. No wonder her mum liked him so much.

"Well I'll let you get to bed. The DVD's are in the drawer under the t.v. Don't stay up too late, we have to get up early. It's already 2am."

"Yes, mum" Draco replied sarcastically. "Night, Hermione,"

Hermione ignored his last comment, closed his door and walked to her bedroom just down the hall. Hermione's bedroom was beautiful. The colours of lilac, baby-blue and silver gave her room the 'princess' effect. Hermione had always been treated as a princess so she wanted her bedroom to feel like that. Her delicate four-poster bed had gorgous lilac flowers on it and Hermione couldn't wait to snuggle up into the sheets. She hadn't slept there in what seemed like forever.

She changed into her pajamas – some shorties and a tank top – and crawled into her large bed. She could hear the television in Malfoy's room and she knew he was watching 'Pirates of the Carribean; Curse of the Black Pearl.' She knew every word, she loved that movie. She fell asleep listening to the fast-wit comments of Johnny Depp – who she was in love with.

Hermione could swear she'd only been sleeping for a couple of minutes, but at 9am, Draco came bustling into her room with a hot chocolate for her to wake her up.

"Hey Granger. You're mum said I had to come and wake you up. I made you a hot chocolate because I remembered that that's what you have of a morning at Hogwarts."

"Malfoy! Oh my god! You're in my room! Get out of my room! Get out! Muuuuum! Malfoy's in my room! Get out!"

"Jeez, Granger. Don't be so uptight. I've been in a girls bedroom before. They're all the same, although yours is exquisitely decorated."

Hermione sat up and relaxed into the pillows that were against her back. She saw Malfoy look at her and blush.

"Draco, you're blushing," Hermione said with a smile, she quite enjoyed the fact that she had made blush.

"Hermione, you're flashing!" Malfoy gave a slight nod down towards her chest and to her horror, Hermione looked down to see that she had exposed her left breast to Malfoy. She was extremely embarrassed. No one had ever seen her boobs, bum or front bum – and that's the way she liked it. But now her worst enemy had seen one of her boobs.

"Oh my god! Get out!" Hermione screamed this at Malfoy.

"Okay, okay. I can take a hint. Nice boob, by the way!" Malfoy closed the door and left Hermione red-faced and angry sitting upright in her bed.

As he closed the door he couldn't help but think how attractive Hermione had gotten over the summer.

'And that body!' he thought. 'Damn! She should show it off more, it's something to be proud of!'

He thought it was best to leave her alone so he walked back downstairs to her mother, who was sitting quietly in the kitchen. He knew Hermione's mother adored him, all the girls' mothers loved him. He was Prince Charming to them; he did no wrong.

A few hours later it was time to leave. Hermione came downstairs at 10.30am ready to leave for Kings Cross Station. She had hipster jeans on, a white belt and a black halterneck top on which flattered her flawless body immaculately.

Draco's jaw dropped and Hermione noticed. She smiled at him and he smiled back.

Hermione's mother caught this little show between the two and knew that it could be a possibility that Prince Charming would become her daughters own Prince, but only if they could learn to embrace one-another's differences. But it didn't look like that was going to happen soon.

"Malfoy get your fat arse into the car!"

"No, Granger. Not if you're driving! Get me the chauffeur!"

"What? Chauffeur? You self-conceited prat we don't have a chauffeur! We're not completely useless! Why pay someone to drive when you can do it yourself?"

"Well, why not?"