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The next morning Hermione woke up with an eagerness to get up and get ready for the day. The fact that it was the weekend did nothing to stop her enthusiasm. Gathering up a change of clothes, she made her way to the bathroom. Only to find the door was already closed, and steam already seeping from under the door. Annoyed that she had to wait for her shower, Hermione was about to bang on the thick door, when it opened and she found herself knocking on a dripping boy's forehead.

"Do you mind, mudblood? I really want to keep my good looks, not that I expect you to understand, and your abuse is not helping," Draco sneered, his usual smirk in place.

"Don't worry, I don't think you'll have a problem keeping up on those nonexistent looks of yours, ferret face," Hermione countered, as she brushed past him and slammed the door.

Draco scoffed before grabbing his books and going down to breakfast.

Later, Draco sat in potions, wandering off in space as the teacher droned on about the effects of some potions. Normally he'd pay attention, but he was too jittery for that. He was trying to figure out how to get through the entire year having to share a tower with Hermione. He did like her, most times, but he knew that if anything happened between them…well it wouldn't be good. Not only were they completely different, but his father would never let him associate with a muggle-born witch. And not to mention, if Voldemort found out he was shirking his assignment, for a simple girl, then he would be dead, and so would Hermione. Nope, it simply wouldn't do, he didn't want to die, so he'd keep the act up, hoping he never slipped.

Later, Draco was heading back to the tower, when he was intercepted by Blaise.

"Hey, Draco, how's sharing a tower with the know-it-all going so far? Has she sent you to the infirmary yet?"

"No, but she already gave me this lovely bruise on my forehead," Draco replied, pointing to his head.

"Where? I don't see a bruise…is it invisible?"

"No it's not invisible, you dolt," Draco exclaimed, pushing Blaise's face away, "But whatever, I'm not in the mood to talk to you, I've had a long day. I'm off to bed."

"You should, you're crankier than a banshee with a cavity," Blaise called to Draco's back as he walked away.

A sound made Draco look up as he entered the common room, looking up he found a green-faced Hermione staring back at him.

"What the h- is on your face? You look like a hag…"

At the insult, Hermione snapped out of her stupor, "Hmph! For your information Malfoy, it's a face mask. It's supposed to exfoliate and improve my skin."

"Pssh, I don't think some green gunk is gonna make that horrid thing you call a face look any better…" Draco scoffed.

"Why you…you….ugh!"

"Cat got your tongue? Whatcha gonna do, hex me? You're such a goody two shoes, you wouldn't even try," Draco taunted.

"I won't hex you, cause you're not worth getting in trouble, but I might just forget about the rules, so watch your back, you narrow-minded prat!"

As Draco watched Hermione flounce off, he realized he was a bit afraid of what she would do, but also curious. The witch did have a mean side after all, it was very interesting.

Sorry this chapter is so short and that not much is happening, it will get better, I promise. Please review! I'll give you cookies!