Summary: A tryst kept them tied together, but she refused to give in. She would not lose. DMHG.

Author's Note: I deleted it by accident. XD However, due to that mistake, I decided to edit and change the plot-line completely. This chapter is basically the same as the old one, with just a few revisions. Anyways, reviews are greatly appreciated, I love feedback. (:

Disclaimer/Misc: I do not own Harry Potter under any circumstances, all rights belong to JK Rowling. I also do not own any of the songs I use, all rights go to the respected artists. Completely AU after GOF (the 4th book). Rated 'M' for a reason; mature audiences only.

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“If I were strong enough, if I were wrong enough to be someone like you


Would you have let me come to be with you?


If I had made my own and I had overcome to be someone like you 


Would you have let me come to be with you?

If I could be with someone like you,

Would you, would you be strong enough for me?


And if I could stay with someone like you 


Would you, would you be strong enough for me?”

SAFETYSUIT, “SOMEONE LIKE YOU”

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THE WORDS WERE clear as day. She wasn't too surprised, she deserved to be it. At seventeen (nearly eighteen, she liked to remind herself), Hermione Granger was known as one of the smartest young witches in the wizarding world. It was only natural that she would be appointed Head Girl. Had she not been chosen... well, she'd rather not think about that.

But Hermione wasn't satisfied, nor did happiness grace her features. She was, in fact, extremely livid. Livid because of the name that was right across from her own; the name of the person who was Head Boy. Whom of which, she was accustomed to share a room with.

Draco Malfoy. Malfoy-comma-Draco. Stupid fucking prat.

Sure, she had to admit, he was admirable during the war. Going against his own destiny as a death-eater and siding with the Light; feeding them information in secret. A double-agent; surely he would have died had he been discovered. In the end, he fought against his own father, against a clan he had once been a part of. But nothing had changed. Despite what he had done, he was still tied down by his own chains. The mutual dislike would always be thicker than the alliance they had had. And despite everything, Hermione had determined that it was best to avoid him at all costs.

Looks like she had no choice now.

In truth, Hermione, more or less, did not want to associate with anyone after the war had ended. Summer had went by fleetingly and school had deemed itself top priority on her list once again. She still had her friends and family, and she was also still proclaimed as the Gryffindor Princess. But she still felt terribly lonely. Lost. Bitter and broken beyond recognition. She had watched people die right before her eyes, deaths she possibly could have stopped from happening. And although they had come out victorious, she felt as though she had lost so much more.

She felt tainted. Her hands felt dirtied with something she could never escape. She could never be clean, never pure like she was once was. There had only been one instance, one that had occurred what seemed like eons ago, that she had felt whole. And she did not want to remember it; it had been a terrible lapse of judgement.

Or so she liked to tell herself.

"Amazed that your name is on that list Granger? Or are you having a sexual fantasy?"

Hermione turned her head only to have brown meet the startling gray. Also at seventeen years old, Draco Malfoy was the Slytherin Prince and the "sex god" of Hogwarts. Blessed with good looks, athleticism, intelligence, and a quick tongue; he was the epitome of perfection in most girls' eyes. Groaning inwardly, she grimaced slightly as she turned to face him.

"You only wish. Why are you here anyways?"

He smirked, "Well, seeing as it's free period and this is, in case you forgot, a hallway... I have every right to be here, oh dorm-mate of mine."

She couldn't contain the groan any longer and proceeded in rolling her eyes.

"Shouldn't you be having a quick fuck with some random slut right now?" Hermione applauded herself on the words of profanity that had rolled off her tongue.

Draco let out a chuckle much to her surprise. "Perhaps; but I'd much rather talk to you at the moment."

She turned her head to the side, avoiding his gaze. Since when had the hallway been so empty? She could have sworn there had been many others only mere seconds ago. Or had she just been imagining things?

"And why is that?" Hermione tried to keep her voice steady but she felt it begin to lose the edge it once had.

He outstretched his hand, his long fingers grazing her cheek before turning her head to face his. The electricity shared between them was undeniably strong. "Because I still remember everything. And I know you do too." His answer was simple, yet filed with a much deeper meaning.

The words cut deep, letting air into memories that she wanted to close off forever. Smacking his hand away from her cheek, she backed away from him.

"That was a long time ago, ferret. It didn't mean anything then and it still doesn't. You may have helped Harry and the rest of us during the war, but it doesn't change the fact that we are still enemies." The words she spat out burned in her throat, but she couldn't stop now. "And even though we are required to share a room as Head Girl and Boy, I want nothing else to do with you."

"You're lying." He had crossed his arms now.

She let out a hollow laugh. "Lying? I assure you I'm not."

"You're eyes are doing that thing where they don't match your mouth."

She had no reply to that. Taking it as his cue, Draco leaned in once again, only this time he did not reach out. His eyes had changed from the light silvery color to a dark gray, staring at her in such a way it seemed as though a million things had been said telepathically. "You'll always be mine," He paused, before giving her a small half smile. "Hermione."

And with that, he walked away, leaving a very dumb-founded Hermione standing there.

Stupid fucking prat.