A/N: This is my first story so please review! even flamers are ok, as long as they show me what i'm doing wrong. Enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the HP characters, including Draco (but if i did i know what i'd be doing rite now!)

Draco could feel his tension growing as he walked through the crowded train station. Thoughts zoomed through his head so fast that he was getting a migraine. He still didn't know whether the Prophecy Potion he'd made had worked, but he'd had the strangest dream last night, about him and a beautiful brunette. Her face was hidden and he wondered who she was and if he'd ever find her. I've had so many girls and none of them were the right one. They were all just desperate whores. Suddenly, Draco stopped. He could feel his heart rate zoom. His eyes were locked on the beautiful brunette who had her back turned to him. She was talking to a boy with dark hair and laughing at what he said and she seemed very familiar......

Hermione could feel someone's eyes on her but when she turned to see, she was shocked. Draco Malfoy was watching her and he was looking hot! He wore a tight red and black wifebeater that made his well-defined six-pack stand out and baggy black jeans. His hair, which was usually slicked back with way too much gel, was short and spiky. He looked like a rock star......a very sexy rock star. His face looked strange though, almost hesitant, as if he wasn't quite sure of himself. But his look quickly changed back to an arrogant smirk, and his eyes sparked with amusement. He looked like he found something incredibly funny and she didn't want to know what. Well, there go my "Malfoy gone good" fantasies.

Draco felt a brief flash of nervousness as the girl turned around but it quickly disappeared when he realized who it was. The mystery girl was Hermione Granger, but she was different now. Her usually bushy brown curls had been straightened into soft shiny waves, and her face looked smooth and tan. He could even see subtle touches of lip gloss on her sweet lips. Her clothes had changed from her usual tee shirt and jeans. Instead a flowing blue skirt and white peasant top graced her newly developed feminine curves. Draco had sudden images of what might lay beneath her......

"All Aboard!"

Loud shouts broke through Draco's fantasy and he realized he'd been staring open mouthed at Granger. She's still a filthy mudblood......albeit a hot one. He smirked with dry humor and sauntered over. She was talking to Potter of course. Who else could the little witch consider a friend? It was just her and Potter and Weasley......one big disgustingly happy family. Well he'd just have to do something about that.

"Hello Potter," he spat. "Had any new family members die lately?"

"Why don't you go fuck yourself, since no one else will," Harry replied, fury gleaming in his eyes.

"Watch it Potter, you don't want to get on the bad side of the Head Boy already, do you?" Draco warned maliciously.

Hermione gulped loudly. "Head Boy?" she questioned, her voice quivering slightly.

"That's right." Draco grinned when he saw her expression. "And I expect you've been made Head Girl?" Hermione nodded and Draco's grin widened. "Well I guess you know we'll be working very closely this year," he leaned in and whispered right into her ear "and I'm looking forward to it." He felt her shiver and pulled back, smirking. "See ya around," he said mockingly, and with a final triumphant look at Potter, he turned on his heel and stepped onto the train.

"Bloody Hell!" Harry exploded the moment Malfoy was out of sight. "Who the fuck does he think he is?!"

"He think he's Head Boy, that's who," Hermione said glumly. Harry turned to look at her and immediately felt bad about his outburst.

"I'm sorry Herm, you're the one who should be angry. Imagine having to share a common room with him!"

Hermione groaned loudly. "Oh god, I don't have to imagine it, I'm gonna be living it all year long!" She stomped her foot in mock frustration but her eyes gleamed with humor. "I guess I'll just have to make it twice as miserable for him."

Harry grinned, glad that Hermione was still the same person, even if she had change so much over the summer. He didn't know what he would've done if she had turned into another shallow girl who talked about make-up and clothes.

"What are you laughing at?" she joked. "You didn't really think I was gonna let him walk all over me did you?"

Harry just chuckled. "Not a chance."

A/N: ok, it's a pretty fluffy first chapter cuz i'm still tryin to work out the basic plot, but i swear it'll get better soon.