Hello everyone. Here is a story i have been working on for quite a while. I am almost finished writing it so it will update weekly, on mondays most likely. I haven't forgotten about 'Beautiful' so that will update soon as well. Happy reading and don't forget to review.

How to work together

"GET OUT!" Hermione screamed while trying to cover herself. Draco Malfoy was standing in the doorway of the head's bathroom smirking in her general direction.

"As if I would want to look at you, you filthy Mudblood." he commented back before turning on his heel to leave.

'I am going straight to Dumbledore' she thought as she pulled on her robes and brushed her hair.

She ran at top speed towards the headmaster's office and stopped at the statue of the gargoyle.

"Bertie Botts" she said to the statue and it sprung to life revealing the stairway to the office. She ran up the stairs and knocked on the door.

"Come in" a soft voice said. Hermione opened the door and walked over to the desk where Dumbledore was seated.

"Yes Miss Granger, can I help you?" he asked in a kind voice.

"I cannot live with that prat anymore sir. He walks in the bathroom without knocking all the time, he leaves his clothes all over the common room, and he insults me every time we meet. I think either we need a new head boy or I will resign and you can find a new head girl." she told him.

"I see." Dumbledore replied as if she were telling him about some fantastic adventure.

"So…" she asked "What are we going to do?"

"Come in Mister Malfoy." he said and the door opened right on cue.

"You called Headmaster?" he asked as if he were the perfect student and head boy.

"I was just having an interesting conversation with our head girl here; do you know what she told me?"

"Well knowing her sir, it could be anything." he sneered.

"She has just told me that you have been behaving in a manner not becoming of a head boy. Is this true?" Dumbledore asked politely.

Draco flushed a deep shade of pink.

"No sir. I think Granger here misunderstood" he said flatly, not looking in her direction.


"See headmaster, she overreacts to everything." he said coolly, smirking at her.

"Will you both just stop?" Dumbledore said raising his voice slightly, but putting fear into both of them. They stopped arguing immediately and turned to face the headmaster, both pursing their lips tightly.

"What are we going to do about this situation?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

"I will resign as head girl." Hermione said sadly.

"Then Mister Malfoy will lose his position as well." he replied.

"Why punish me?" he scowled.

"It's both of you as head boy and girl or neither of you. So what should we do?"

Both Draco and Hermione sat there in stone silence, not looking at each other, but staring straight ahead.

"No solutions? I see. Well I think I might have one, an assignment. Both of you will work on together. You will go to muggle London and gather some items I have written on this list. You will surrender your wands to me right now."

Draco and Hermione looked stunned. They looked at each other briefly, before looking back at Dumbledore.

"WHAT?" they both said in almost unison.

"I think both of your hearing is just fine, you will surrender your wands to me. You are going into muggle London, and will have no use for them there. I will be sending you by portkey, the return portkey will only work when you have completed the task in the envelope." he handed a large envelope to Hermione. "Don't open it until you get there, now step forward and take a hold of this urn on the count of three. Ready? One…two…three!"

Draco grabbed the right side and Hermione the left. In a flash they were being pulled back behind their bellybuttons and whirled around. Seconds later they landed with a thump on a soft sandy surface.

"What the…" Draco yelled when he saw where they had landed. Hermione opened her eyes and felt faint from the shock. They were not in muggle London at all. They were on a beach somewhere, somewhere warm. Her hands dug into the sand as she looked up and down the shoreline.

"Where are we?" she asked absentmindedly, forgetting for a brief moment that she was there with the world's biggest prat.

"How the hell should I know Mudblood? The portkey must have malfunctioned." he grabbed a hold of the wide urn and tried to make it work. "It's not working, damn it all." he threw the portkey on the ground.

"It won't work until we do the task Dumbledore set, remember?" she said.

"Yeah, well how the hell are we supposed to do the task when we are stuck here?" he threw himself back on the sand.

"The letter." she exclaimed as she tore open the envelope. Her eyes scanned the words before she read aloud.

Miss Granger and Mister Malfoy,

It seems that you cannot get along while at Hogwarts. I thought foolishly that being head boy and girl you could put your petty differences behind you and try to get a long for school unity's sake. But I see that was just a dream in an old man's head. Your task is simple. You two will be able to portkey back to Hogwart's when you can get along and behave like responsible young adults. I will owl your assignments to you once a week and you can owl them back the next. There is a small hut up the hill that you can stay in. it is primitive, you will have to get along to survive. The portkey will know when you able to be together without fighting. I hope this adventure proves to be as fulfilling as I imagine it to be.

Albus Dumbledore

Headmaster of Hogwarts

"What does that mean?" Draco yelled. "Get along? Us? Shit we will be here forever." he said as he tossed the letter into the wind.

Hermione suddenly burst into tears.

"I am going to fall so far behind; I will never pass my N.E.W.T.s now."

"That is what you are worried about? Crap, I am stuck on a little hell hole of an island with a Mudblood. I have no wand, no means of getting food and water and this stupid bird is worrying about tests." he stood up and kicked sand.

Hermione looked up at him with contempt.

"Well, I have worked hard my entire life to get the best grades; I didn't have my daddy pay for my good marks. And now I am stuck here with you, an evil little ferret and I am going to miss the most important lessons we are going to learn, all because you had to act like a rich, spoiled little ass. I am not happy about this either, but we need to get along quickly so that I can get back to my life. Agreed?" she yelled, nearly out of breath.

"Agreed." he said. "Ok, let's shake hands, tell the stupid portkey that we are friends and get back to school. I have dates and lots of things planned I don't want to miss." he said with a knowing smirk.

"Fine." she said sticking her hand out, he took it and shook.

"There, see we are getting along, now let's go home." they both took sides of the portkey. Nothing happened.

"We are getting along!" Draco screamed. "Come on you worthless piece of shit." still nothing.

He chucked the portkey down the beach. Hermione ran to grab it.

"You stupid git! Do you want the tide to wash it away? Then we will be stuck here forever." She picked up the urn and dusted the sand off of it.

She walked at top speed towards the hill in the distance. She would get there first and think of a plan. 'What did I do to deserve being stuck here with him?' she thought.

He ran after her.

"Wait up, I don't know where I am going, were you just going to leave me there you filthy little Mudblood? I am a pureblood, I deserve some respect from you." he yelled but she kept her fast pace towards the little hut in the distance. He struggled to keep up.

She reached the hut first. Bunk beds on one wall, a tiny kitchen on the other. A small bathroom off to the side. Two chairs in front of a fireplace. All in one room. Her posture sagged as she thought of living that close to him for as long as it took for them to get along, which the way things were going would be forever. She pictured herself at age 80 sitting here with Malfoy, not speaking to one another and him whispering 'Mudblood' every time she turned her back. She groaned at the thought as she flopped in the chair. A minute later Draco came in panting; having ran after her up the hill. He took one look at his accommodations and grunted heavily.

"Merlin you have got to be fucking with me." he said. Hermione just glared. Like she was any happier about this.

"You might as well get used to it Malfoy, we could be here a while." she said, not looking at him. His face had turned red with anger. He was not happy about this.

"I get the bottom bunk." he said as he staked his claim to it by lying on the mattress.

"NO, THAT'S THE ONE I WANTED." Hermione screamed. She stood up and walked over to the beds.

"I got here first; besides I don't see the word 'Mudblood" written anywhere on here." he sneered not looking at her either.

"FINE!" she yelled climbing up the small ladder to the top bed. She laid down on it and stared up at the ceiling.

They spent the next hour in complete silence, both lying on the bed staring at the ceiling, thinking of ways out of this mess.

Hermione's stomach started to growl. She needed to find some food and fast. She also needed some water. She hopped off the bed and started for the door.

"Where are you going?" he demanded.

"To find some food and water." she replied grabbing the urn to carry water in.

"Good, get some for me too" he said stretching on the bed in a lazy manner.

"I don't think so ferret." she spat back "Go get your own."

"I am not getting food in a muggle fashion. Isn't that what your family does? You can find some for me too."

"If you want to eat, you get it yourself, that goes for water too."

"I can get water you fool, we are surrounded by it if you haven't noticed." he said in a snide manner.

"Well, if you drink that I wont have to worry about getting along with you any more as you will be dead." she told him.

"Yeah right, you just don't want to get it for me, fine you little bitch. I can fend for myself. I am a Malfoy after all." he stood up and prepared to follow her out into the open.

"Shove off." she said. "You can go on your own, don't follow me." she walked off quickly into the open woods. She figured she would fill the pockets of her robes with berries and nuts if any were available. Luckily, she had been camping several times in her youth and knew some basic survival skills. She laughed to herself when she thought of Malfoy foraging for food. She doubted if he knew the difference between poison berries and ones that were safe to eat.

'Would serve him right' she thought. But then the good side of her kicked in. 'but on the other hand if he dies I will never get off this island.'

"Malfoy" she yelled. He casually strolled over to her and gave her a dirty look.


"I will let you come with me to show you what is safe to eat, after this thought you are on your own. I don't want you to die out here and me be stuck here forever." she said flatly.

"I don't need your fucking help. See?" he held out a handful of deep red berries.

"So go on and eat them." she said laughing under her breath.

"What?" he demanded.

"No, you know what is safe, you went into the muggle wilderness all the time as a child right?" she giggled.

He threw the berries on the ground and wiped his hands on his robes.

"Fine, I need help then. Let's get on with it."

Hermione turned and he followed her deep into the forest. They gathered nuts, berries, some bananas and coconuts that grew on the other side of the island. They also found some other citrus fruit trees and some wild corn that grew in spurts all over the island. When they had all their pockets could carry they set back for the hut. Before they had set off she had noticed that there was a tap on the tub in the bathroom, so boiling water would not be necessary.

They headed back to the hut where she ate hungrily and drank some water. He merely looked at the food as if it were poison.

"Muggle food not good enough for a pureblood?" she asked in between bites. He looked at her with contempt before grabbing some berries and sitting silently across the room from her.

When Hermione went into the bathroom she found that there was only a toilet and tub. She groaned as she turned on the water only to discover it was only cold, no hot. She put the urn on the small camp stove and lit it so she could boil some water for her bath. After five trips of carrying boiling water to the tub she was ready to take her bath. She set the urn back on the counter and went into the bathroom.

"MALFOY!" she screamed as she found him sitting in her nice warm bath. He had climbed in while she was retuning the urn. He was laid back in the tub, completely exposed. He smirked at her before asking;

"Like what you see Granger?" he did not blush in the least.

"YOU GIT!" Hermione screamed, "That was my bath, you could make your own."

"Why should I?" he asked, "when you did such a nice job for me?" he said grabbing the bar of soap off of the side of the tub and lathering his smooth pale body.

Hermione stormed out of the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.

'Gods how I hate him. We are going to be here forever because he is such an ass!' she thought to herself. 'Wait, I can get some revenge. I will take the bottom bed like I wanted to begin with.' she strolled over to the bed, took off her robes and skirt leaving only her t-shirt, and slid into the bed. She was just about asleep when she heard him leave the bathroom.