It's been a while, yes I know, but I've been busy filling out university applications and such, and I have yet to hear but I think I should be ok. Anyways, as I have rated this 18a, I don't think people need to complain about the content in this story. Go for it if you feel you must, but it has that rating for a reason. Anyways here's the next part of this one.

Riley

Hermione walked off of the Hogwarts Express, her head held high and her Head Girl badge pinned to her chest. She was very confident about her position that had been assigned to her and she knew she would make a fine Head Girl. There was just one little flaw.

"Granger, wait up" Draco Malfoy called from the platform, striding over to her quickly. Of course he was wearing his disgustingly sexy smirk on his face as he tossed his hair. Many girls around her swooned as Hermione rolled her eyes from annoyance.

"What else do you want from me Malfoy, my virginity?" Hermione growled.

"So it wasn't you then?" he asked.

"What are you talking about?" she asked disbelievingly.

That was odd. Draco thought that kissing her really would make the potion work for him. Apparently not. Now he had to figure out which girl out of the whole school did he shag. He had no idea. He already had sex with more than fifty percent of the female population, excluding them. He knew for a fact that this girl was virgin, and although Granger admitted to being a virgin, she had no recollection of doing such events.

"N-nothing" Draco finally stuttered back into reality. "I just figured Head Boy and Head Girl should be inspecting things together when we first arrive so here I am and here you are. On to inspecting!" he declared. Hermione gave him a curious glance.

"Since when do you want to take responsibility into your hands? Oh right, I forgot, It was your fault that Dumbledore was killed, isn't that what everyone's saying now?" Hermione glowered. Draco opened his mouth to say something but no words came out. After that he couldn't believe it any longer. What she had said made him far more determined than what he was already.

"You know what Granger, just because some people make mistakes by being cursed doesn't mean you need to criticize them. Just remember, I'm going to be sleeping in the room next to yours for the whole year so I'd watch what you have to say" he snapped and stalked away.

As he stormed toward the large oak doors to the school, Draco pushed aside a couple of frightened second years and snapped at them bitterly for getting in his way. He could see Professor Flitwick standing at the door, many of the students towering over him. He was about to walk by him when he felt a tug on his left pant leg. He turned to see Professor Flitwick looking up at him.

"As the new deputy Headmaster I am to show you and Miss Granger to the hall, detailing all that you have in store for the coming months" he squeaked, bobbing up and down in his place. Draco nodded and leaned against the door. He watched as Hermione approached with the Weasley girl, both of whom were laughing to themselves as Potter and Weasel followed behind like the companions that they were. Hermione looked up to see Draco and Flitwick waiting for her and she narrowed her eyes at Malfoy. He took a look at the red head to her left who happened to be ogling him. He flashed her his best smirk and she turned bright red.

"Hermione Granger!" Flitwick piped up. "You and Mr. Malfoy are to come with me. You will be attending the feat after the sorting has taken place. I am to show you to your private common room."

Hermione nodded and bid her friends goodbye, promising she would make it to the feast. She followed Professor Flitwick and Malfoy through the hallways. She would have to make note of where she was going. They walked quickly, past Dumbledore's office, or what used to be Dumbledore's office. She wondered if Professor McGonagall now inhibited this space. She supposed that after working with him for so many years it may be hard. They came down a long narrow hallway to a dead end with a portrait of two students.

It was then that Hermione recognized them. Lily Evans and James potter were perched underneath a beechwood tree beside the lake, looking at each other lovingly. It was a beautiful day, not a cloud in sight. Hermione wondered if Harry had ever seen this portrait. He had never mentioned it. She would have to remember to show him it. The presence of the three was now known to Lily and James as they both turned to Flitwick.

"Password?" James' deep voice rang. Hermione stared in awe. Draco Malfoy caught her gaping and decided to get the best of her.

"Out of all of the people in Hogwarts, I would've expected you to know how the portraits function here. They do talk you know" he said snakily.

"Now, now" Flitwick tutted. He turned his attention to the smiling Lily and James. "The password is Firewhiskey." James looked to Lily and grinned and then nodded, pulling the portrait back.

The sight before their eyes was quite cozy in Hermione's eyes. It was exactly how she expected it. The common room was decorated in Gold and Silver with red and green trimming along the ceiling. There was a couch, two arm chairs, a large coffee table in front of the couch and two small ones in front of the chairs. There were two separate bookshelves on either sides of two doors which both had a snake or a lion on the front. It wasn't hard to guess who's dorm belonged to who. Between the two doors was another door in which Hermione presumed was the bathroom.

"You'll have more time to look things over after the feast. This was just a matter of showing you the way to your common room. Now shall we proceed down to the Great Hall?" Flitwick asked, his arm outstretched toward the door.

Hermione nodded and left the side of the couch, Draco following not far behind. It was a fairly quiet walk back to the great hall. Slight mentioning's of the hand book that they had received on the train were brought up or any rules that they didn't understand. As they rounded the corner Hermione could see the tall oak doors to the great hall. She heaved a sigh as Flitwick pushed the doors back, many heads turning to see who was entering. McGonagall gave them a weak smile as they entered. The great hall was much less crowded than the year before. Hermione didn't even want to think of the reasoning. She already knew. The sorting had already finished and Hermione took her place beside Harry and Ron at the Gryffindor table while keeping an eye on Malfoy as he made his way toward the Slytherin table, looking smug as usual.

Professor McGonagall cleared her throat and looked around the Great Hall, taking in each and every student that sat before her. "I would just like to say that I'm glad to see that you all came back to pursue your education and those who have arrived, welcome. There are some very strict rules in which we have to place for all students due to the circumstances." There was a loud commotion over the hall of people complaining about the new harsh rules to be put into effect. "Quiet down, please" McGonagall said clearly. "First off, Hogsmeade trips are allowed to those in fifth year or above now and a curfew has been set to all students to be inside the castle and off of the grounds before 8 in the evening." There were many a gasp from the crowd, third and fourth years protesting the new age limit for Hogsmeade.

"Ya'll be quiet!" Hagrid roared. Hermione glanced at him. He looked livid. "If ya'll know whats best fer yeh yeh'd just listen to what Professor McGonagall has to say" he said to the deathly quiet students. Many were afraid to breathe.

"It's ok Hagrid" Professor McGonagall said placing a hand gently on his arm. "I can take it from here." She turned her attention back to the crowd of hushed students. "I know that these things may seem very unfair, but they must be done to keep everyone safe. I will be discussing these measures with the Head Boy and Head Girl after the feast, but for now, tuck in."

With those words the tables filled with many imaginable dishes making Hermione's mouth water uncontrollably. She watched as Ron and Harry scurried to get the last bits of chicken and pork onto their plates, knowing the plates would fill right back up again.

"Aren't you going to eat, Hermione" Ron said, mashed potato dripping from his mouth.

"Swallow Ron" Hermione said, picking up the plate of chicken and dishing some for herself. Rons ears tinted pink as he swallowed his food.

"So do you think you'll be able to extend the curfew a bit for the grounds, Hermione?" Harry asked her.

"If this has anything to do with quidditch then I'm not even going to bother trying" Hermione said, pulling a notebook out of her bag and scribbling a few things down.

"Come on Hermione" Ron said giving her his saddest look that he could possibly muster up.

"It's not going to work" she said in a singsong voice as she closed her notebook and proceeded to eat her supper.

"At least try?" Harry pleaded. He gave her a look quite similar to Rons. What am I getting myself into, Hermione thought.

It was just past 9:30 when Hermione and Draco walked out of Professor McGonagall's office. Hermione walked a little ahead of Draco hoping that he would not make any snide comments or remarks. Behind Hermione, all Draco could do was keep himself from looking at her behind.

"So what do you want to do when we get back to our room?" Draco asked in a slinky voice. Hermione shuddered. Somehow she knew this was coming.

"Well I'm going to go over my summer homework while you do rounds at 10:00. Sound good to you?" Hermione stated. Good one, she thought to herself.

"That's not what I meant" he said, suddenly taking hold of her from behind, his breath on her ear lobe. Hermione shivered. One thing that got to her was when someone were to breathe on her ear. It always sent chills down her spine. She leaned into him, intoxicated by his scent. Draco exhaled deeply into her curly brown locks and it was then that Hermione was awaken.

"What do you think you're doing!" Hermione screeched, pulling away from his grasp, turning around and slapping him hard across the face.

Draco was about to retaliate by grabbing her wrist, but thought better of it. Her cast her a dark glare and stalked off. He figured he could at least get the rounds done and over with now. He turned a corner, completely and totally angry with what had just happened. Why wasn't the god damned potion working?

"Excuse me" he heard a girls voice from behind him. He turned to see a first year girl looking up at him. "I'm lost" she said innocently, batting her eyelashes at him.

"Well what house are you in?" he asked gruffly.

"Ravenclaw" she said while tossing her auburn hair over her shoulder and grinning at him.

"Ok well I think the common room is this way" he said pointing down the hall.

"But that's not what my map says" she said pointing to it. As he leaned down to inspect her map, she grabbed him around the neck, planting her lips firmly on his. What the hell? Malfoy thought.

"Oh that's just great, Draco" Hermione said, leaning against the wall, an eyebrow cocked. "Toying with little girls' emotions, I would have thought better of you." And with that, Hermione stalked back to the private common room, a little confused at what had just taken place.

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