A/N: This story takes place in the future, during their seventh year.
Hermione Granger smiled proudly as she walked up to Dumbledore. "Ah. Hermione Granger, our new Head Girl. Now, we shall wait for the Head Boy to make his appearance," he welcomed her, shaking her hand. Boy, she'll get a kick out of this, Dumbledore thought.
"But who IS the Head Boy?" Hermione asked curiously. She had been quite surprised when it wasn't Harry. But Dumbledore just ignored the question.
"No need to worry, Dumbledore. I'm here," a voice said. Hermione's jaw dropped open. Her eyes bulged, and she slowly shook her head. It can't be! Not…
"Draco Malfoy," Dumbledore greeted him. "I'm glad you're here." Hermione stared at Draco, who was smirking.
"Draco's the head boy?" she asked skeptically. Draco Malfoy couldn't wipe the smile of his face. Hah. No surprise that Granger's Head Girl. This will be weird bunking with her.
"Now, if you will just follow me, I'll show you to your dorm," Dumbledore announced. Hermione looked disgusted, pleasing Draco. "Now, what shall the password be this year?" Dumbledore asked.
"Pureblood," Draco said immediately. Hermione rolled her eyes. Dumbledore managed a weak smile.
"I am afraid that, because this was once the Slytherin password, we cannot accept that," he informed them. Now Hermione was the one with a smug grin.
"Delconum petrokis Dragon," she proclaimed. Dumbledore stifled a chuckle, but it didn't work very well. Draco stared, puzzled.
"Okay, all your stuff is already in your dorm. I'll be leaving now," Dumbledore pronounced. He snapped his fingers and disappeared.
"I'm surprised they chose a mudblood as Head Girl," Draco scoffed, snorting. Hermione clenched her fists together.
"Shut up, Malfoy. Pureblood. Pftt. Why not choose "fucking Malfoy" instead? It means the same thing, after all," she shot back. Draco glared at her icily.
"Cool it, Granger. I'm going to take a shower, and then it's bed for me," he said smoothly. For once, he didn't have a comeback.
"Thanks for letting me know," Hermione sarcastically remarked. She turned around and walked into her room.
That night, Draco lay in his bed silently, staring at the moon outside his window. For some reason, he could not get the thought of Hermione out of his head.
The next morning, Hermione woke up early. She headed down to the Great Hall and slid into a seat next to Harry.
"Morning, guys," she greeted them cheefully. Harry swallowed his toast and exchanged a look with Ron.
"O, ow ah unging ih awl-fuh?" Ron asked with his mouth full. Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"You sound like you're dying. Care to repeat that?" she questioned, confused. Ron swallowed his breakfast and impatiently inquired,
"So, how was bunking with Malfoy?" Hermione shrugged casually and took a bite of toast before answering.
"It was okay, I guess. I mean, we were pretty cold at first, but for the most part, we ignored each other," she briskly answered. Harry and Ron glanced at each other.
"If you say so…" Harry skeptically said. Hermione rolled her eyes. "You know, we'll deal with him if he tries anything. God, I can't believe Dumbledore chose Malfoy. That damn kid… If he even touches you…"
"Guys, I'll be fine. Malfoy isn't that bad, you know, so just bug off, okay?" Hermione angrily cried. She got up and stormed out of the Great Hall.
Draco Malfoy raked his fingers through his hair. He pretended to laugh along with his friends, but he was really sneaking peeks at the Gryffindor table, or, to be exact, Hermione Granger.
"What are you looking at?" Blaise Zabini, Draco's friend, asked curiously. Draco's head snapped back.
"Nothing. None of your business," he retorted. Blaise shrugged, and then his eyes lit up. He grinned cheekily.
"Staring at some girl, huh? No need. I'll ask her out for you. What have you got to lose? Every girl in the school is on their knees for you," he said. Draco turned a deep red and grabbed Blaise's shirt collar.
"You wouldn't dare, Zabini. Let's just say that there is at least one girl that isn't so crazy for me," Draco growled. Blaise raised an eyebrow. He held up his hands in surrender.
"Sorry, Draco. What, the girl's playing hard to get? But who is it?" he asked inquiringly. A loud voice interrupted their conversation.
"Hey, look! Potter's having a fight with Weasel and the mudblood!" Crabbe exclaimed. Draco whirled around and saw that he was right. "Aww. Poor Potty. Weasel can't afford a fight," Crabbe cooed dryly. He turned back to his friends.
"Malfoy's not that bad, you know, so just bug off, okay?" Draco heard Hermione shout. He watched her stomp out of the Great Hall.
"So, you got a crush on Granger, huh?" Blaise softly murmured. Draco spun around. He didn't realize that Blaise was still there.
"You say one word, and I'll pound you," he threatened. Blaise grinned foolishly. Draco let out a small growl for effect.
"By the looks of it, Granger's got a thing for you too. Hah. Who would have thought. Malfoy and Granger…" he chuckled. Draco stared at the door in confusion, where Hermione had just left.
Did she just stand up for me?
Hermione stormed outside and slumped down under an oak tree. She stared at the pond, not sure what just happened. My God, did I really just defend Malfoy. What's wrong with me? And why do I keep thinking about him. The little perv. Jeez. He may be the tiniest bit handsome (A/N: Omigod that guy is dead cute!) but he has no heart to go with it. The idiot.
She threw a rock at the water, disturbing it. The ripples spread out neatly, captivating her. She leaned back against the coarse bark, daydreaming.
Double potions today… Malfoy's favorite… We have a head's meeting today… Malfoy will be there… I can't believe there's only one bathroom in my dorm… I share it with Malfoy… The Quidditch game is coming up soon… It will be Gryffindor against Malfoy's team… Since when is it Malfoy's team?... Why do I keep thinking about Malfoy?
Hermione slouched lazily. "What is going on? Everything reminds me about Draco," she mumbled. Lord, I just called him by his first name! "Malfoy, what are you doing to me?"
A/N: Okay, I know that wasn't exactly the best chapter, but it's only a starter, to see if I should continue. What do you think? Should I? Please review.