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A/N 1: OK so this'll be a bit confusing for some of you since this is already a finished and completed story. However, due to a lot of faults and inconsistencies in the story, I had to re-make it, edit a lot of stuff-add and remove concepts. I am still currently editing the other chapters so updates would have to be days apart (hopefully not weeks). I'm taking down the rest of the chapters so that no one would be confused.

A/N 2: I will be changing the status into In-Progress. Meanwhile, please ignore the sequel first. I'll be continuing that after this story is officially completed. *Story is Unbeta-ed

A/N 3: About the story, 7th year. Typical Draco/Hermione as Heads story. Kinda HPB,DH compliant. Noncannon. Characters may slightly be OOC. Short chapters ahead of you! Don't forget to R&R.

Summary: Draco watched as he pointed his wand to Hermione. He felt his arm burn into fury. He brought his wand out, and pointed it to Lucius. "No one will ever hurt Hermione" "Avada Kedavra!" Two people standing. Suddenly, Draco fell on the ground.

CHAPTER 1

Seventh year has finally come. It was the last year of school for Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger, as well as several other students, who have returned to retake their final year in Hogwarts. Last year had to be the worst year for everyone in the wizarding world. Despite all the damages, and unfortunate deaths of many people, the most frustrating part of it all was the fact that Voldemort has not completely perished. The bloody fuck fled with its snake right before Neville was going to kill it. The only thing that came out positive after the battle was the great amount of deatheaters killed. He knew he was being paranoid, but Harry was almost certain that Voldemort was off forming another group of partisans.

It was a close battle, yet a lot of his friends didn't make it past the havoc. Few of which were Fred Weasley, one of the Patil twins, Tonks, Remus, Dumbledore…. Harry suddenly felt himself hard to breathe. Losing him during the fifth year was very hard for him to accept. And when he thought he'd died after Voldemort pleasurably cursed the Avada on him, he'd seen Dumbledore once again, imaginably so, walking him by King's Cross. Dumbledore was the most prolific wizard he knew, and he did not deserve to die in vain. Harry bitterly accepted the fact that it was not Draco Malfoy's fault that the Headmaster died, but damn it, he still blamed the git for betraying him. He was a traitor, and he deserved a lifetime incarceration in Azkaban. Words can not express how much he loathed that boy.

"Harry," Hermione nudged. Harry shook his head, bringing himself back to reality. "Come on, you have had the entire summer to sulk. We can at least be happy for now," Hermione forced a smile.

"Yeah, mate. We can pretend to be cheery for now. We can grieve some more when we're all by ourselves," Ron mused, although the sad glint in his eyes were visible enough. He had lost his brother after all. Harry nodded meekly. "Ok."

Everybody was outside the Great Hall. The number of students who have returned to Hogwarts has significantly decreased. With Voldemort's fleeing, there was no assurance that he would not try to plot another attack on the school. The parents especially were hesitant on sending their little kids back to Hogwarts. Newly appointed Headmistress McGonagall ensured everyone's safety in the castle, unfortunately, only a few took the risk to send back their children. Most of the students in Harry's year have returned as well; including Draco. He could not believe the gall of that fuck to show his face after all that's happened…

It wasn't long until the doors to the Great Hall opened, and all the students went in. The tables were filled with good food, there were bright-lighted chandeliers on the ceilings, as well as floating candles suspended in air. It was a seemingly appropriate feast to celebrate a new year.

Seated on the scaffold was Headmistress McGonagall, along with Hagrid, Argus Filch, Professor Flitwick, Professor Slughorn, Professor Sprout, Professor Binns, and Professor Trelawney. It was definitely almost painful—and unusual not to see both Professor Dumbledore and Snape.

Everyone gleefully ate their meal. It was different from the many other meals they have held during the past years. It wasn't dull…the student were just really less enthusiastic. After a while, Professor McGonagall reached for her chalice and tapped it using her teaspoon. As if on cue, everyone fell into silence. She pointed her wand near her mouth. "I have to make an announcement now. Last year…" she paused for a moment and continued. "Last year was something. But it's a new year, and it's just proper that we start it pleasantly. This year will be about changes—interhouse unity and the like. There are a few of you now. I expect a more harmonious relationship between everyone. Put the past behind you, and start a new beginning," she eyed the students knowingly.

"Before anything else, the dungeons will be closed for the entire year." The Slytherins groaned inwardly at this news. "Alright. Head Assignments. Head Girl—Ms. Hermione Granger." The Gryffindors cheered merrily at their housemate. Hermione smiled shyly at the acknowledgement and bowed her head to hide her blush. A few weeks before classes had begun, during her stay at the Weasleys, she had received a letter from McGonagall, saying she was assigned as Head Girl. Harry received a letter as well. The professors rightfully decided that he deserved to be Head Boy, opposite Hermione. But after everything that had happened before, the added pressure of becoming Head Boy would definitely be too much for him; after all, he still had to plan, plot, and prepare for Voldemort's return in the future. And so, he politely declined the offer.

Professor McGonagall continued. "Head boy, Mr. Draco Malfoy." Everybody fell silent—eerily silent. Death glares were sent to Draco, who looked shocked himself. Belatedly, the Slytherins clapped meekly. Murmurs filled the entire hall, until someone possibly from Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff screamed "Deatheather!", that everyone kept quiet. "Enough! I will not tolerate any of those immature thoughts! Shame on you," she reprimanded, eyeing each student tersely.

"You may now proceed to your dormitories. Heads, meet me at my office at eight thirty. Prefects, assist the lower years to their respective rooms. Slytherins, Mr. Filch will be bringing you to your new room assignments. By nine 'clock, everyone should be at their beds. While patrol assignments have not been organized yet, your professors will be doing the patrolling tonight. Good night, everyone." Promptly, everyone left the hall in silence.

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Hermione looked resigned and beaten. "Hermione…I'm sorry. Had I known he would be second choice, I wouldn't have declined the position. I'm really sorry," Harry apologized. Hermione shook her head dejectedly. Why did it have to be him? There were a lot of eligible choices than that prick.

"What were they even thinking?" Ron said through gritted teeth. "Academically, he's not even qualified. He has not even finished his O.W.L.S. yet. This is bollocks."

"I suppose it's part of the evaluation of the Ministry on him; second chances and all that," Hermione quipped. She read on the Daily Prophet that although Lucius Malfoy was imprisoned indefinitely in Azkaban, the younger Malfoy, however, was given pardon. Why couldn't it just be someone else? She'd very well much prefer Michael Corner than him.

"Just one year. It'll be over before you know it," Ron said. Harry nodded in agreement.

"Granger, " Draco said from behind. They haven't even noticed he was there. Ron crossed his arms and glared at him. "What do you want?"

"Granger," Draco mumbled, pointedly looking at Hermione. "Professor McGonagall asked us to come earlier." He turned on his heel and left the three.

Hermione sighed despondently. "I suppose…I'll see you both at the common rooms."

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"You will be sharing an adjoining room. Share a common bathroom, and office, where you will be receiving and accommodating students with complaints and such. Patrol assignments will be your responsibility. Curfew for the weekdays will be at eight thirty, nine thirty on the weekends. Any student who will be seen loitering around the hallways will be given punishments. That includes both of you."

Shared quarters. Of course. Why hadn't she seen this coming? "Couldn't we just stay with our House's respective quarters?" Hermione asked.

Draco snorted loudly, earning a glare from both Hermione and McGonagall. "No, Ms. Granger. You'll be practically living together for the entire year."

Entire year. Shit. Would it be too late for her to give the Head Girl title away?