"Malfoy, get your cute ass out of bed!" Hermione yelled, banging on the door with her fist. She was dressed in her school robes and had her school bag slung over her shoulder. She was hungry for some food and was ready to go down to breakfast. She only woke Malfoy up because of her favor last night.

"Shut up, Granger," he said. "I'm trying to sleep."

"I don't give a Hippogryph's nuts if you're trying to sleep," Hermione called. "Breakfast is downstairs and if you're late to class, there is no way you're going to copy my notes."

"Your notes suck, anyway," Malfoy yelled through his door.

Hermione smirked as she heard him move around. She turned and walked out of the Head's Dorm to go to breakfast. Along the way, she ran into Ron and Harry at the end of the staircase. She skipped down the stairs and stopped next to them.

"Someone's in a good mood," Harry said.

"I had a good night," Hermione said. Indeed, she was feeling very good. Usually after a night of self pleasing, she was still achy or wound tight. But this morning she was feeling extremely happy and energetic.

"I heard that the Head boy and girl get really good mattresses," Ron said.

"They're excellent," Hermione said, smiling wider. "But I'm starving. Let's eat."

"You eat anymore, Granger, and you'll never fit into the Great Hall."

Hermione turned around and watched Malfoy walk down the stairs. He had a well styled pillow head look, his shirt was untucked from his black slacks, his tie was hanging loose around his neck, and, to complete the look, his school bag was thrown over his shoulder and across his chest.

Hermione smiled. "You know," she said. "I'm in too good of a mood to let you ruin my morning." She turned and looped her arms with her friends, walking into the hall. She took a seat by Ginny and reached for a warm muffin.

"You're in a good mood," Ginny said, smiling slightly. "Anyone I know?"

Hermione laughed and said, "I just had a good night last night. You know, the mattresses are really comfy."

"I wish mine was," Ginny said. "My mattress feels like a bunch of rocks."

"You didn't anger the house elves, did you?" Hermione asked.

"Not that I can think of," Ginny said.

Hermione shrugged. "I'm pretty sure they'll bring back a good mattress as soon as they're not angry at you," she said. She spread some butter on the muffin and took a bite. The flavor and warmth of the simple piece of food slid along her tongue and down her throat.

Ginny sighed. Then she changed the subject. "What classes do you have?" she asked.

The four of them spent a few minutes comparing classes. Ginny, Harry, and Ron had most of their general classes together, but none of them had classes with Hermione. The only thing on their schedule that they had in common was a free period right before dinner.

"So," Ginny asked. "What's it like living with Malfoy?"

"He bugs me," Hermione said. "But we came to an arrangement recently."

"Hope it includes him staying away from you," Ron grumbled.

Hermione hid her smile behind the muffin. Their agreement had definitely not included staying away. More like getting closer. But only physically. She knew that, no matter what the two might do to each other, it was impossible for Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger to become friends. They were just too different.

The bell rang and Hermione got to her feet. "I'm off to Muggle Studies," she said.

"But you grew up with Muggles," Ron said. "And didn't you already take Muggle Studies in third year?"

"I take the Muggle Studies as a class and then I stay to help teach the third years in the next class," Hermione said. "Extra credit and I've a free period afterwards."

"Good luck with that," Ron said. "I wouldn't teach a class if you paid me."

Hermione chuckled and pulled her school bag onto her shoulder. "See you later, guys," she said and left the Great Hall. She walked down the corridor toward the classroom.

"Granger," Malfoy said.

She looked over at him and smirked. "Going to Muggle Studies?" she asked.

"It's an easy grade," he said. "And if it means I can bother you some more, I'll take it."

Hermione shook her head and flipped her hair over her shoulder. "Whatever, Malfoy," she said. Malfoy tilted his head slightly. Hermione noticed the look. "What?" she asked.

"Nothing," he replied, though he still had the look.

"What is it, Malfoy?" Hermione snapped slightly, becoming agitated at the staring.

He paused. "Your hair looks lighter," he said.

"You never seen a girl's hair in a different light?"

"No," Malfoy said. "Your hair has turned a lighter shade. But I guess that happens when a girl like you works outside all day."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Your comebacks are poor, Malfoy," she said. "You use to do better." She leaned forward and lowered her voice. "Did I knock you for a loop last night, Malfoy? I'll have to remember that for future use." She turned and walked into the girl's bathroom. Something about Malfoy's comment had her curious.

She stepped in front of a mirror and blinked. He'd been right. Her hair was a lighter brown, almost turning to a dark bronze. As she watched it, though, it turned back to her regular hair color. Strange. But she'd read about this. It hadn't occurred to her that it would happen with her, though. But, since it did, now, she could use this. If she understood from her readings, the more releases she found from her sexual pleasure, the more her powers grew. The first of many was the ability to change one's appearance. It wasn't much, but the slight changing in her hair said it all.

Hermione smiled at her reflection. Oh, this was going to be good. Poor Malfoy, though, wasn't going to get much sleep, if she had anything to say about it. Sometimes it rocked to be a succubus.

AN: Thanks to chocoholic6otaku for an awesome idea and review.