Chapter Two

Hermione POV

Ron held my hand as we got off the carriage and walked towards the school. We had been going out for six months and I had soon found out that our relationship wasn't what I suspected. Don't get me wrong Ron is a fabulous boyfriend: caring, doting, funny, good looking…although at times he can be a bit insensitive and he does have a fiery temper.

But our relationship is not what I thought it would be. It's not that us being friends for years has made him feel like a brother to me, like I feel for Harry. I am attracted to Ron and our relationship is a good one…for the most part. It's just…well…it lacks heat or passion.

I'm not a slut or anything but our relationship lacks the craving just to be near to each other like Harry and Ginny or Luna and Neville just seem to have. Our relationship is more sweetness and companionship than anything else.

However, saying that, people keep saying how we should have been together years ago… and that's when I feel that maybe I'm being wrong – that I'm paranoid or something. Maybe Ron and I are meant to be together. Maybe its destiny.

That's why I've decided to let these thoughts go. Because Ron has done nothing wrong. He is kind and sweet… and that is why I'm giving us a chance. He deserves a chance.

We held hands as we walked into the Great Hall. We got many surprised but pleased glances thrown our way from all tables. Seamus even yelled "About time!"

Ron gave me a sweet kiss as we sat down and I got immense satisfaction seeing Lavender Brown scowling at me from down the table. After Harry and Ginny sat opposite us, Ron leant towards me and gently whispered in my ear, "You look so beautiful tonight…Head Girl."

I blushed. Like I said he's sweet. As a reward I leant across, and kissed him on the cheek just as Professor Dumbledore called for silence…

"Fuck! Great fucking Merlin's Beard!" Blaise Zabini screamed making practically everyone in the hall jump. I looked behind me to where Blaise was sat. He was staring at his hand which seemed to be attached to his fork.

"You motherfucker! It's my fucking hand you sperm count!"

Most people started to laugh at this – even Professor Dumbledore chuckled. Me, Ron, Harry and Ginny were among the few that weren't. I mean being that rude and crude (regardless if you have a fork stuck in your hand or not) is just unnecessary and absolutely not funny.

"For Salazar Slytherin's sake! Get this fork out of my fucking hand you dragon anal fluff…!" I rolled my eyes. I should have known Draco Malfoy was behind this. He just had to have to have all the attention. Ron, Ginny and Harry were now laughing – they thought it was hilarious that Draco Malfoy had been called a dragon anal fluff. I had on the other hand had managed to hold onto my maturity.

"…What is that? Is that a fucking sausage on my hand? You couldn't be arsed to eat it before it before you fucking stabbed me! Don't just sit there like a mandrake root and stare! Someone get this fucking fork out of my hand!" It was then that I joined my friends in laughing. Sorry, but even a responsible Head Girl like me finds Blaise Zabini having a sausage attached to his hand via Draco Malfoy's fork hilarious.

We all finally managed to stop laughing just as Dumbledore spoke to Malfoy; "Mr Malfoy would you please escort Mr Zabini to the hospital wing ." I turned in time to see both Malfoy and Blaise hastily retreating. Just as they left, Dumbledore spoke again:

"I don't think my opening speech will be quite as amusing as Mr Zabini's outburst but I shall give it ago," some people gave a small chuckle to this – even a few teachers permitted themselves a smirk. "But first a few announcements: welcome first years to Hogwarts! And welcome back to older students! I know last year was tough on tough on everyone but we must rise above it and carry on as our loved ones would want…"

At the mention of loved ones I looked at Ron – we were all affected by his brother's death and in many ways we were still feeling the pain and anger. I took his hand in mine and gave it a squeeze then I spared a glance at Harry. His grief had been the worst he'd lost nearly everyone he loved in the battle.

"…As a tribute to all those people, both magical and muggle alike, who lost their lives in the final which took place right here at Hogwarts, we have arranged a memorial which shall be arriving sometime this year. At this time the whole school will gather along with members of the wizarding community to pay their respects to the fallen.

Now on to a few notices: firstly all years are reminded that the Forbidden Forest is strictly out of bounds to everyone. Secondly, this year's Head Boy and Head Girl are: Hermione Granger of Griffindor…"

Suddenly the hall irrupted with earth shattering applause and cheers from the Griffindor Table along with most students from the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables. Of course the Slytherins didn't even bother to clap their hands together. Not that I'm remotely bothered – Slytherins weren't worth bothering with.

"… and Draco Malfoy of Slytherin!" This time the thunderous applause came from the table on the far left.

WHAT? Draco Malfoy is Head Boy? Malfoy is the person I'm going to share the Head's responsibilities with! DRACO MALFOY! I can already see that I will be doing everything myself! Why has Dumbledore picked Malfoy to be Head Boy? We hate each other. More to the point he hates me!

Whether that's because I'm a 'mudblood' or a Griffindor, or the most cleverest girl in our year… I don't know. Most properly the combination of all three! But anyway… the point is we don't get on. Which makes the fact we have to live together in the Head's dormitories just GREAT!

But this is MY responsibility, one I have wanted for seven years and I will NOT let Malfoy destroy this opportunity for me.

By now Dumbledore had finished his speech and Ron was pulling me up by my arm. We held hands again as we walked up the staircase surrounded by our friends. I contributed little to the conversation – still reeling from Dumbledore's shock announcement. When we reached the sixth floor, Ron and I said our goodbyes. Our kiss was good and long, even with Ron's eagerness to use tongue. A lot of tongue.

We eventually separated before we headed in our separate directions, him towards Griffindor tower along with Harry and the others while I headed towards the Head's dormitory.

After a short walk I reached the portrait of the Hogwarts Crest which concealed the opening to the Head's dormitory. "Cauldron Cakes" as soon as I spoke the password the portrait swung open revealing my new sleeping quarters.

I felt my jaw drop as I saw the common room which was covered in creams and greys. It was so different to the Griffindor common room. It was more stylish then homely, but it was still fabulous. I walked up the staircase on the right, just as if I had been back in the Griffindor common room. There at the top of the staircase on the door was the Griffindor crest along with a plaque that said Hermione Granger.

I pushed open the door to find my room. It looked just like my one back at Griffindor tower with only a few minor differences. My bed was now a huge double, four poster bed but still had the same red and gold sheets and pillows. Now I had my own huge wardrobe, dresser and dressing table. My trunk was already at the foot of my bed and Crookshanks was sleeping in the middle of my bed, curled into a ball.

I smiled at the sight and headed through the door on the left. It lead to the bathroom, complete with a huge spa shower and a bathtub that looked more like a swimming pool. There was another door on the opposite wall. I opened it to find another bedroom.

It must be Malfoy's room. Great! Just great. We have to share a bathroom! This is going to be fun! NOT! He'll properly turn my bath water to jelly or make snakes appear in the shower! Not to mention the high risk of him walking in while I'm using the bathroom!

A noise from downstairs caught my attention. Malfoy must have arrived. I may as well go down and make my presence known as we could start to try and be civil. I walked out of my new bedroom and back down the stairs. I saw Malfoy as soon as I reached the common room. He stood there with a surprised look on his face. I decided to say what I wanted to say now, before the surprise wore off and he some smart asked response.

"Look Malfoy I don't like the fact that I'm stuck living with you for a year and that I have to share the greatest honour that has ever been bestowed upon me and I'm sure you share my feelings. But I'm sure we can both be mature about this situation, especially with what we've all had to endure and that we can behave like adults…"

I trailed off as it became evident he wasn't listening. Anger flashed through me. Here I was trying to make an effort and he was too self-centred to even listen! "The chandelier is shiny." Malfoy said as he stopped staring. Did he actually just say that? Obviously my hoping we could get through this with minimal problems was wrong.

"Well it's nice to know your being serious about your position, I should have known you hadn't changed, after all your just a Malfoy. Only a fool would expect more!" As soon as I'd said these words Malfoy's expression changed to one of absolute anger.

"Now hang on a minute Granger. Did you honestly think I would change? How long have you know me now? Six years now…" He took a step towards me and I moved to the left backing away from his livid gaze and away from my escape route. Dammit! Fear spread through me as he kept advancing.

"…and in those long six years have I changed?" He leant towards me and pressed his body against mine. I was surprised as my breathing became heavier and that I didn't mind having Malfoy this close to me. What was going on with me? Reach for you wand! Malfoy placed his hands either side of my head.

"Well Granger, I believe I asked you a question?"

"N..n..no" I replied, my voice coming out in a shaky whisper.

"So what you said was stupid wasn't it?"

"Y..yes." I whispered again. Malfoy began to lean toward me our lips getting closer and closer.

"So you should apologize to me for saying such man, awful things." I couldn't concentrate on what he was saying instead I found myself leaning towards him, desperate to have his lips on mine. Before they touched Malfoy pulled back smirking slightly as I found myself pouting.

"Tell me you're sorry," Malfoy commanded.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"Good Girl" he said and kissed me. I couldn't believe it. I was kissing Draco Malfoy and liking it. I knew it was wrong but it felt so right. My hands moved to his hair of their own accord and pulled him closer. I couldn't help but moan as I felt his tongue slide into my mouth, deepening the kiss further.

I let one hand slide out of Malfoy's hair and down his back before grasping his behind and pulling his body closer. He groaned and his erection pressed against me. Erection? What was I doing? I have a boyfriend!

Omg! Ron!

I pulled back instantly, guilt and shame flooding through me as my arms fell to my sides. I cast my eyes downwards unable to look at him. Then I slapped at him. He fell back clutching his cheek.

"I have a boyfriend Malfoy. I will not be one of your playthings." I said before going through the door that leads to my room slamming it as hard as I could.

Once I reached my room I sat on my bed with my head in my hands. What had I done? Why had I kissed him? Ron is my boyfriend! I love Ron. So what in Merlin's name had made me kiss Malfoy? Why Malfoy? It wasn't like I had feelings for him…well not lovey dovey feelings.

He's spent the last six years making mine, Ron's and Harry's lives hell. So all I felt for him was contempt. That still didn't explain why what happened downstairs happened. I have to think logically about this. My cool logic has got me through tougher jams then this.

Oh, but that kiss was so hot. It felt so right. His kiss was so different to Ron's. It was filled with passion. Passion…that was it! I had been feeling off in my relationship with Ron because we lacked passion. That was it! The reason why I had kissed Malfoy was because it was passionate!

Now that I knew the reason behind what had just happened I felt better. I still felt incredibly guilty about kissing Malfoy but I felt relieved that I understood why it happened. For one hideous moment I thought I had feelings for him!

But, of course, that's impossible. Sure…he's good looking if you like that sort of thing (which I don't). but just because he may be attractive does not mean I have feelings for him. Absolutely ridiculous. I just need to work on my relationship with Ron. He's the one I love.

With my moment of madness understood I decided to go to bed. I had to be up early to have breakfast with my boyfriend Ron. I quickly got changed for bed, made sure both doors to my room were locked and climbed into bed. I was asleep seconds later.