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The welcome feast and the sorting of the first years passed in a blur for both Hermione and Draco that evening. Both were caught up in thoughts of what had happened on the train and their deal to hate one another with a passion.

Hermione was fairly certain Harry had tried to start a conversation with her over dinner, but she had participated the least she could and soon he gave up. A frown slid over her face marring her beautiful features. No matter what, she could not get Draco Malfoy out of her head. He seemed to be haunting her every thought, taking over in a way she was sure even he didn't realize. He seemed to be every where she looked or maybe she looked only at him, she wasn't really sure anymore.

Hermione did understand one thing though. No matter how much she wanted him, or he wanted her, they could not be together. No one, ABSOLUTELY no one would accept them. Not his family or her friends, they would be outcasts and she was not ready to let that happen. A quite laugh escaped her lips as a thought occurred to her, This reminds me of the Shakespeare tragedy 'Rpmeo and Juliet'. She smiled bitterly at the irony of her statement. 'Mione had never really liked that story. Sure the romantic parts were sweet but the ending always irritated her. It was too sad, they were finally able to be together and then a simple mistake tore them apart once again.

'Mione was going to make sure the star-crossed lovers tragic end did not become a part of her life. Even if to do so she had to push away the first guy she had ever felt a connection to.

Draco watched Hermione silently from the other side of the hall, contemplating just how he was going to deal with these foreign feelings he had for her. He had noticed that from the moment 'Mione had walked into the room the male population of Hogwart's fell silent and the female half had stared in envy. It was true that Granger was absolutely gorgeous this year and the fact that other guys were noticing made Draco… well what was it he was feeling? Angry? Uncomfortable? …Jealous? Is that it? Somehow that word felt right, and the fact that he, Draco Malfoy, was jealous, over a mudblood, no less, put him once again at conflict with himself.

How could he feel anything but hate for mudblood Granger? What was he feeling for her? What would his family think? God all this thinking can't be good for my health. Draco thought as he rubbed his temples. Anger surged up in his chest. He didn't like the way these new feelings seemed to turn his world upside down. He didn't like it at all.

Before either of them knew it they were standing in front of the portrait to the Head's rooms.

Oh god I completely forgot that we have to share a common room! Hermione felt cold panic sweep over her. What the bloody hell was she going to do now?

Hermione watched in terror as Malfoy gave the beautiful portrait of a sleek black cat the password Professor McGonagal had told them on their way to their rooms. The portrait swung open slowly, seeming to mock Hermione's apprehension and impatience/ As soon as she could 'Mione darted into the head's common room and found quite happily that it resembled that of Gryffindor, warm and inviting. The whole room was colored with green, red, silver, and gold. Promoting the house unity Dumbledore had been trying for so long to achieve. The overall effect brought a smile to her face, her panic forgotten momentarily.

The fact that Hermione was going to be living in close quarters with him seemed to finally sink in for Draco and his heartbeat thumped a little harder in his chest. Damn it Dumbledore! Are you trying to make me miserable. As he thought a picture of Dumbledore with his mischievous smileflashed in his head. Somehow he didn't find the idea Dumbledore had done this on purpose very hard to believe.

Instead of lingering in their shared common room Draco immediately made for his room, trying to keep his contact with Granger to a minimum. As he pushed open the door he let out a sigh of relief. The room in front of him wasn't cold, dark, damp, and dungeon-like as he had suspected it would be. Instead it was made to look like a clearing in a thick forest, the stars enchanted onto the ceiling. A roaring fire blazed in a large hearth. His bed was made from ebony colored wood with a deep forest green comforter. Already he was feeling quite at home. Sitting down on the soft green bed, he leaned back and immediately fell asleep, the day's stress weighing heavily in his mind.

'Mione had finally made it to her own room, hardly noticing Malfoy's fast exit. Pushing open the heavy mahogany door with her name written on it in gold, her eyes sparkled when she saw her room and a large smile spread quickly over her face. Her room had been enchanted to look like the ocean floor, magical fish swimming across her wall only to dart away as she approached them. Murky light filtered through her ceiling, the ripples of what would be the water's surface showing on the sand colored floor, giving the light a blue tint. It's so relaxing! Hermione thought as she heard the sounds of dolphins chattering and the echo of whales in the distance. Her bed was soft the sheets and comforter a gorgeous silver. Her desk protruded from a rock shelf in the wall, her cabinets and bookshelves carved from the coral reefs that surrounded her. She laughed watching the fish dart across her wall. It's almost like living in an aquarium.

Malfoy stirred in his dark room, loving his short nap. Groggily he pulled himself off of his bed , yanking his shirt over his head in an attempt to get more comfortable. Shuffling to the door in the trunk of a rather large tree he found exactly what he had been looking for. The bathroom. Grabbing his toothbrush he set to work making his pearly whites whiter.

Hermione walked up to a door in an abandoned ship on her wall and opened it quickly eager to see what surprises lay in store for her. Buried treasure perhaps? She giggled quietly at that thought. When she saw what was standing before her she stopped laughing quite abruptly so it sounded sort of like a strangled frog.

"Granger what in the bloody hell are you staring at!" Draco was never in a good mood after he woke up and unfortunately 'Mione was going to learn that first hand.

"Oh sorry!" 'Mione said suddenly but didn't stop staring. Malfoy just sighed, his thoughts still to fuzzy from sleep to think up a good argument

Well not exactly the kind of treasure I was thinking of but…Hermione let a smirk slide back onto her face taking in Draco's chiseled abs and just noticeable enough six pack. His hair was tussled as though he had just gotten out of bed and by the lethargic way he seemed to move, he had. ... I think that this treasure is better. Her smirk split into a wicked grin.

"God Granger you are so incompetent." Malfoy mumbled, hoping that his insult would stop her staring. He had been watching in the mirror as her facial expression changed, seeing her new attitude show through he had felt his control slipping. A feeling he found entirely unnerving. How the hell does she do this to me?

"Well Malfoy it takes one to know one." 'Mione casually walked forward in challenge, daring him to back down.

Draco, never one to give up without a fight, stepped closer as well. Bringing himself precariously close to the fiery brunette. "Is that really the best comeback you could think of? How sad the world's brightest witch can't think of a simple comeback. Pathetic."

Crap I've got to get out of here fast. Anger danced in her eyes, it only seemed to add to her beauty. What the hell are you thinking! A Malfoy never backs down, or chickens out. Now finish this.

Hermione just kept plowing on oblivious to Malfoy's inner conflict. "Well, thanks for admitting I'm smartest." Her game face was on. I am not going to lose this time and if I do win this argument hopefully he'll avoid me like the plague. In all honesty she was willing that outcome to be how this argument resulted, since she wasn't quite sure she could leave him alone.

"Now, now Granger I don't recall ever saying I thought you had any intelligence level beyond an absolute dolt… maybe Weasel's rubbing off on you." Malfoy's calculating eyes were taking in Hermione's every move looking to see how she responded. All the while he had been taking slow steps toward her as she backed up carefully keeping space between them. His taunt had the desired effect on her as the playful anger in her eyes deepened, but much to his surprise she didn't look nearly as angry as he had expected her to. Weasley was one of her weak points insulting him normally sent Hermione on a rampage but right now she looked rather…amused.

"What's wrong Malfloy? Jealous?" she leaned forward slightly teasing him and taunting him all in the same moment. Once again Malfoy's grip on his emotions wavered, how did she know all the right things to do and say to drive him mad?

"You wish Granger." His eyes narrowed to slits taking one more step forward. "Mione's back hit the wall. "I've got you now." He moved his hands slowly to either side of her head trapping her in front of him.

Oh god this is not how I wanted things to turn out. Hermione felt a small bit of panic settle in the pit of her stomach as she realized just how close she and Draco actually were. She tried to push herself back farther into the wall but it, being a stone wall, did not allow for such actions. Think god damn it think! She did not want to be this close to him it threw her off balance, and it seemed as though whenever he was in close proximity to her, her mind was either as slow as molasses or far to fast for her conscience to keep up with.

"I win," Draco smirked, cold storm-grey eyes staring straight into warm chocolate ones. Draco's self control was dangerously on edge it was taking all of his will power just to keep from closing the distance between them and bringing his lips to her's.

Hermione's mind had been racing as she watched Malfoy proclaim his victory. I got it! Damn this is going to be good. I'll get to see him squirm for once. 'Mione's smirk became more devilish.

Draco seeing this odd reaction quickly went on guard. What the hell is she up to now! His heart seemed to stop and race all at the same time, a feeling he was not at all accustomed to, and his self assured smirk faltered as Hermione slowly leaned forward closing off the dwindling distance between them...

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