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Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns all characters, I only own the plot for this fanfic

AN- Not exactly following the book plot

Hermione walked through the halls with a giddy feeling running through her. She always felt like this when she walked to the Head Dormitories. It never really got old. She practically skipped to her room every time, just out of sheer joy, and today was no exception.

"Pumpkin juice." She whispered to the painting of a wise old owl, a top of a tree. The owl hooted back, and opened up for her. Just like always.

She stepped in, happily breathing in the familiar scent of the common room. She loved how everything was set up. The common room itself was luxurious. It had a wall to wall library filled to the brim with books. Hermione loved that fact, mainly because it subsided many of her one in the morning library adventures.

She sat herself down of the plush couch, sighing happily as she realized the Head Boy hadn't arrived yet. She pulled out her Ancient Runes essay and set it on the little brown coffee table. She was pleased that she had already finished it, it was one of the harder essays of the semester. Then she pulled out next weeks Arithmancy, she had to get it done. So much was going on. A major Quiddtich game that her friends expected her to go to, then tutoring a third year. Then all the extra Head Girl duties that she was bound to receive from somebody. The more she thought the faster she wrote. Making her end result unreadable. Sighing she started again, but wrote slowly not wanting to mess up. Like she had previously.

Draco Malfoy walked briskly through the halls. News got to him from his friend Blaise Zabini, that Pansy Parkinson had been released from the Hospital Wing earlier than expected. He constantly had to check his back every two seconds to see if he was being followed by his stalker. He had his wand at the ready just in case.

Positive that he was not being tailed, he entered his common room. A mischievous smirk had appeared on his lips as his eyes landed upon the Head Girl relaxing, doing her homework.

'Oh this could be fun.' He thought.

"Granger what are you doing here?" He asked.

"Doing my homework, can you please leave me alone?" She asked eyes never leaving her paper.

"Don't think that's possible." He replied "especially with this just lying about!" He remarked holding up her essay above his head.

Malfoy was easily taller than her. She had to jump to just attempt to grab it.

"Malfoy you prat! Give it back!" She demanded.

"No don't think I will," He drawled slowly, as if bored. She jumped higher.

"Come on it's due tomorrow!" She whined, still trying to get a hold on it. He flashed his well known smirk.

"Exactly why I'm not giving it back." He taunted some more.

Finally Hermione had enough. She stepped on his foot and kicked him in the shin. Making him drop the essay. Quickly picking it up, she went to grab the rest of her things and stormed off into her room.

Slamming the door, she screamed. Then tossing the her things near her desk. She then flopped onto her bed to muffle her screeching.

Draco waited five minutes before going to check on her. Walking quietly toward her door, he was able to hear her swearing profusely. Almost making him laugh. He then heard her scream some more, but this time it was if someone had blocked the noise. Taking his ear off the door he headed back to the common room.

'That'll give me at least an hour by myself' He thought smugly.

Plopping himself on to the couch he became lost in thought. He had so much to do. He had to keep up with both school work, Head Boy duties, and trying not to be killed by the Dark Lord himself. He shuddered at the thought. His father would say that was an honor, his mother would say it was a pricey priviledge. He would call it insanity. But alas what choice did he have, his own father would disown and murder him, if he didn't follow instructions.

Groaning he though about the three vials of the truth potion he had. He needed to hide that. He hated the feeling of being completely open at he hand of his worst enemy. They could easily pinpoint his every thoughts, his motives, how he ticked.

'Kinda like how the Dark Lord is doing to me, trying to get in my head, trying to figure out what I really want." He thought. But he quickly pushed that thought aside. He would have to defend the side he truly wanted to be on sooner or later. He would rather sooner, but knew it would probably be later.

Sighing he got up, something crinkled beneath his feet. Looking down he saw a paper. Picking it up to observe it, he saw the neat signature of none other than Hermione Granger's in the top right hand corner. Sighing as he figured out it was the reason she stormed off in the first place he brought it to her room and slipped it under the door. Making sure it was all the way under before leaving, making sure the wind didn't grab it and drag it off.

'We wouldn't want that to happen, now would we.' He thought grimly, before he trudged back to his room.

Hi again! If you're reading this, thanks again. But I also wont be posting as much as I am now, but I will post at least once a week! I enjoyed writing this chapter. I hope you enjoyed reading it.

But What's going on in Draco's life?

Why did he give the paper back to Hermione

And the vials?