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Disclaimer: Nope. Harry Potter is not mine. All credit goes to JKR.

Reminder: Draco's parents were , but I went back and changed it so that Narcissa is alive.

Warning: Please excuse Draco's thoughts. Some of them are a very clichéd context.

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XXXXXHermioneandDracoXXXXX (on their way to Dumbledore)

"Thank you for coming so quickly. Lemon drop?" Dumbledore asked politely when they entered his office. Malfoy and Hermione shook their heads to decline.

"Very well then, suit yourselves. I'm sure you're wondering why I called you here, yes?"

Malfoy nodded and Hermione replied, "Yes, Sir."

"Good. You see, you two are the top students in your year and both of you have shown much responsibility through the years." He paused here to eat a lemon drop. "As an early decision, the staff and I have decided that you will be the Heads next year. In light of that, I think that it would be beneficial that you two have all of your classes together, if not already, and that you two should try to get along better. Don't you agree?"

Hermione gave a tiny nod and Malfoy sat there stonily, not willing to incline his head.

"And I belive that it would be prudent for you to address each other by your first names; we shall have no more of this surname business." He smiled at them over his glasses, "What do you think?" Dumbledore asked for their opinion despite the fact that all in the room knew that it didn't matter. Whether or not they liked it, this would definitely be in their impending future.

"I'm...surprised?" Hermione said in a way that sounded more like a question than a statement.

"Mr. Malfoy?" He prompted. Malfoy shrugged noncommittally.

"Well now then, that's settled. Unless you two have any questions, I expect you'd like to go to dinner." Malfoy made a move to jump up and run out the door but froze when Hermione's lips parted to voice a question. "Headmaster?"

"Yes Miss Granger?"

"Does being Heads include sharing living quarters with an adjoining bathroom?" Dumbledore smiled genially.

"No, not traditionally, but that's a brilliant idea. I shall see to it that a Heads' Dorm is made. If that is all..." he motioned for them to leave.

As soon as they were out of Dumbledore's office and well out of earshot, Draco exploded.

"You!" He whipped around suddenly to face Hermione.

"What is your problem?? Why in Salazar's name did you go off your mouth about a Heads' Dorm? We have enough to deal with already, and yet you go and open your big know-it-all, teacher's pet mouth!! I can't believe what he's forcing on us!! It's just so unfair. Wait 'till my mother hears about this!" Hermione scoffed at his pompous attitude.

"Shut up, Draco."

Oh wow, it's odd to call him Draco when I've called him 'Malfoy' for so long. But I like it. Draco sort of just rolls of the tongue. Hmm, this isn't a good sign. Darn it Dumbledore!! Why Malfo—Draco?"

"That question was an honest mistake. If I'd have known what would happen, do you really even THINK that I would have asked him that? I don't want to live with you!? You don't have the courage to tell your mother. How do you think that she'd react when she found out that your soul mate is a muggleborn? Oh and even better...you're going to live with her in 7th year! Bet she wouldn't be too chuffed about that. And besides, what influence does she have over anyone anymore?"

"She could get Dumbledore fired through the Ministry of Magic. After all, the Malfoy's are still the richest wizarding family in London."

"That doesn't matter, there's no way that she would have enough influence to do that. Everyone knows that Dumbledore is the best Headmaster this school has ever seen." Hermione shot back at him.

"That's where you're wrong," Malfoy said, "Dumbledore is a pot old fool and he's the worst thing that's ever happened to this school." Hermione's face reddened in anger and she whirled to face him. "Take that back or I will not hesitate to jinx you." She had her wand out and the 'Don't mess with me, I'm not kidding' expression on her face.

He simply grinned and replied lazily. "Make me. You wouldn't really be so cruel as to hex your soul mate." Malfoy scathingly emphasized 'soul mate' as if it was a curse, which for them, it was. After a brief pause, Hermione's face twisted into a grimace. She didn't like to admit it...but he had somewhat of a point. That wasn't something that she would do. Hermione put her wand away, and Draco's posture slackened and he smirked at her. Big mistake. Never underestimate Hermione Granger when she's angry. Instead of using magic against him, she slapped him hard across the face.

Before he could retaliate, she turned around and walked the other way towards Gryffindor Tower muttering ously under her breath. The hell with dinner, if I so much as see his smug face across the Great Hall, I will explode.

Malfoy simply stood there. Stunned would be a gentle euphemism for how he felt. I can't believe she slapped me. She actually slapped me, again. I swear it's like a repeat of 3rd year. Except this time, it hurt worse. He ran his hand slowly over the imprint that she left and winced. Yes, it hurts so much worse. This is too close to third year for comfort. I insult someone she respects and thinks highly of, then she almost hexes me, and then instead she slaps me. Although, I like some of the changes; and I don't mean in scenery...technically I don't. Granger (Hermione now I guess) has changed. Not only do Potter and the Weasel not tag along as much, but she also is a lot more appealing. Malfoy stopped in his thoughts, disgusted at what he was thinking. What is wrong with me?? Where am I coming up with this crap? I must be delusional. The ever-so-annoying voice in his head started speaking to him.

Well it's true.You can't not see it. Her figure has undergone major change. She has curves in all the right places and just face it, she got hot. Malfoy looked at Hermione's retreating backside and quickly turned away.

So what. That means absolutely nothing; besides, her hair is still bushy.

Yeah, but you wouldn't change it even if you could. You like her hair like that. Just admit it, it turns you on.

No I don't!!! No it doesn't!!!

Have you forgotten I know your inner thoughts; that I am your conscious in a sense??

Whatever, I don't buy this bull. This is probably just some stupid trick Dumbledore put on me. I swear this is a conspiracy against me.

If you say so...

Get outta my head! Malfoy swatted angrily at the space around his head as if those thoughts were a fly he could simply swat. This made him look quite ridiculous indeed.

It's not that easy to get rid of me. His inner conscious said smugly.

Malfoy growled in exasperation, and stormed off to the Slytherin dungeons, he wasn't in the mood for dinner either.

And on top of her looks, she has a killer slap. You should remember that next time you are arguing with her, or considering arguing with her.

Choosing to ignore that, Malfoy continued on his way, rubbing his sore right cheek tenderly, still wincing in pain.

Hermione stormed into the dormitory angrily and slammed the door, fuming silently when she really wanted to scream and break something. Oh my gosh! Malfoy makes me so incredibly mad. But slapping him felt really good. He totally deserved it. He's probably still standing there shell-shocked. Hermione giggled at the thought. She plopped down on her bed and heard a crumpling—as if of parchment—and stood back up. Sighing, she picked it up and immediately recognized the slightly messy cursive of Ginny.

Hey Hermy!

Bring all of your necessary overnight stuff and haul your butt to the Astronomy Tower, pronto. It's urgent!

Love ya,

Ginny

PS: Don't bother going to dinner...you won't need it. Believe me.

Oi vey! How many times have I told her not to call me 'Hermy'? Even Mya is better than that! These so-called 'urgent' notes are getting really really really, old!! I swear if I get one more... Hermione stopped her train of thought to utter a string of unintelligent threats and to begin packing her bag. After 5 minutes, she was sure that she had all she needed, so she set off to the Astronomy Tower to meet Ginny. At least I decided not to go to the Great Hall for dinner anyway. That's pretty convenient. Haha, I can't wait to tell her that I slapped Malfoy!

TBC…

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