A/N: Hey everyone! This is a fic I've just decided to start because I'm so in love with the Draco and Hermione love/hate idea. Warning to you alllll, this is rated M for later chapters, just giving you a heads-up! Soooo this is the first chapter, please leave a review and tell me what you think- thank you

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Chapter One

She sighed, pushing a stray strand of unruly hair out of her deep brown eyes as she frowned at the blank piece of parchment that lay on the mahogany desk before her. Dipping her quill into the black ink inches away from her, she lowered her head and began scribbling complex Arithmancy notes, stopping only occasionally to scan over her work ensuring that there were no mistakes. Another curl fell into her eyes which she tugged at unconsciously with her left hand whilst she read through her notes once again. After what she assumed was one hour of this, she eventually raised her gaze to look at the antique clock illuminated by candle light.

Eleven thirty pm. She had been working without a break for over two hours.

Muttering to herself, the girl began to pack away her scattered school books into a canvas bag casting one sweeping glance across the empty library before she exited the room. She would have to be careful returning to her dorm in case she got caught wandering the corridors after curfew. As Head Girl she had to set a good example; otherwise she had no right to be reprimanding anybody who broke the rules.

Her black flat shoes made no sound on the stone floor as she walked hurriedly to the head dormitories, a small breeze making her black cloak flutter silently around cold, bare her legs. The girl turned a corner, smiling as she saw the portrait of a magnificent white unicorn tossing its head back and pacing around its frame. She was about to speak her password to get into the room when she caught sight of something moving out of the corner of her eye.

Spinning around, she grabbed for her wand in her cloak pocket and gripped it tightly as she surveyed her surroundings. She was sure she glimpsed something move towards the end of the empty corridor on her left. Frowning, she took slow steps in the direction of the disturbance with her now lit wand held out in front of her. She saw nothing unusual, and figured it was probably her mind playing tricks on her because she was tired. Shaking her head, she whispered "nox" to extinguish the light and turned back around to face the painting. Only to find that it was empty.

"Great, that's all I need!" she hissed and narrowed her eyes at where the unicorn had been just moments before. She rubbed her face and closed her eyes, sighing tiredly, resigned to the fact that she was not going to get a decent night's sleep that night.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw something move once more in the direction she just came from. Aggravated with herself for her mind playing tricks on her, she strode confidently to double check that nothing was there and to reassure herself that she was being silly. Without even lighting her wand, she rounded a corner and collided with something solid, causing her to stumble backwards and cry out in alarm. Before she could fall over she grabbed onto a window ledge and snatched for her wand once more.

"Get out of my way, Granger."

The words were spat out with malice and the startled girl looked up only to see a pair of cold, grey eyes narrowed down at her. She stood up straight, her head held high.

"Malfoy, what are you doing wandering the halls at this time of night? Get back to your room before I deduct points from Slytherin faster than you can say 'greased ferret'."

Hermione glared at the tall boy stood in front of her, his blonde hair falling down into his eyes that shone contempt. A sneer crept across his handsome features and he crossed his arms and leaned against the cold wall confidently.

"I don't think you can do that, seeing as you're breaking the exact same rule as I am. I always thought you were a goody two-shoes," as he was saying this he walked slowly towards her until she began to back away for fear of being too close to him. "And besides, you can't take points off the Head Boy Granger. I have just as much power as you."

"I'm warning you Malfoy. Go away, I'm not in the mood for your games tonight," Hermione almost flinched as she heard the slight uneasiness in her voice.

Malfoy smirked and looked down at her, knowing he was getting under her skin. He noted how ragged her appearance looked; her hair was tied up into a messy bun, her eyes had bags underneath them, no doubt from staying up every night to swot up on all her work. He then glanced at her crinkled uniform; a grey skirt and a blouse, of which he noted the top two buttons were left open. He flicked his gaze upwards quickly enough so that she didn't notice he had just looked at what she was wearing. He was well practiced when it came to checking out girls; he knew how to be subtle.

"Don't worry; I have much better things to do with my time than stand around talking to worthless mudbloods. Now if you don't mind I have a pressing engagement with a naughty young witch that I'm not willing to miss," he made sure he brushed past her when he walked away, knowing this would irk her even more.

"Ten points from Slytherin for wandering the corridors at night, and five for being a complete arse!" Hermione shouted after him, still clenching her wand in her hand. She heard him laugh coldly and he waved his hand as if to dismiss her, not even bothering to turn around.

She shook her head and made her way back to the portrait where both to her relief and annoyance, she saw the unicorn looking innocently at her flicking his mane.

"Red ribbon," she muttered before slamming into the head's common room.

Harry raised his eyebrow at his friend and he coughed loudly, trying to snap her out of the daydream she was obviously in. When he got no response from her, he looked over to his red haired friend and was met with the same look of bafflement that he had.

"Hermione?" Ron said, waving his hands in front of her face.

This seemed to do the trick and she sat up slightly and began to play with her breakfast, not looking up from her plate.

"What's wrong? You've been quiet all morning, it's not like you," Harry smiled slightly at his own quip and was rewarded with a scathing look from Hermione. She sighed and shook her head.

"Nothing, I just had a bad night's sleep that's all. I was up late studying and-"

"Studying again?" Ron cut her off and scoffed. He should have known. "That's all you've been doing the past month, work, work, work! You need to relax a little you know!"

Harry couldn't help but nod in agreement- his friend had been overworking herself. Hermione scowled at Ron and Harry before continuing. "As I was saying, before you rudely interrupted me, Ron, I was going to bed and then ferret boy comes in with a new tart and they were up making a racket until three in the morning! Well, that was when I put a silencing charm around his room."

Both Harry and Ron scrunched up their noses is disgust and felt a pang of pity for Hermione. It wasn't her fault she had to share a common room with Malfoy after all; she'd never done anything to disturb him. Harry suddenly remembered all the grief Malfoy had been giving Hermione and he switched places to across the table so he could put his arm around his friend comfortingly.

"On behalf of the entire male species, I'm sorry," Harry said before dropping his arm from his half hug to greet Ginny who had just walked into the Great Hall. She dropped down in the seat opposite to Harry next to her brother, and leaned across the table to give him a quick kiss. Ron rolled his eyes at Hermione who just giggled and continued to eat her breakfast.

"Honestly you two, get a room!" Ron said thickly through a mouthful of toast. Ginny slapped him lightly on the side of his head before turning to talk to Hermione.

"Gosh Hermione you look really tired! Don't tell me that git has been giving you trouble again! Honestly one of these days I'll… well, I'll curse him to say the least," Ginny shook her head angrily. Both the boys' eyebrows shot up in surprise as she managed to guess what was wrong with Hermione instantly.

Hermione smiled weakly. "Thanks Gin, but don't waste your energy of that ignorant slime ball, he's not worth it. Yeah, he brought another one of his silly little followers back to his room last night. I swear if I hear one more girl shout 'OooohMalfoy' I'm going to-"

"Jealous, are we? Watch out Weasel, you've got competition," a voice cut her off before she could finish her threat and her eyes widened. Hermione turned around in her seat in time to see Malfoy stroll past casually towards the Slytherin's table. She clenched her jaw together and balled her hands into fists.

"The day I get jealous of any unfortunate girl that you bring back into your room is the will be the day that hell freezes over!"

Malfoy shot a glare over his shoulder. "Careful, Granger," he warned before taking a seat between Crabbe and Goyle.

Hermione glowered at him and turned back to stabbing at her uneaten, and now rather abused looking breakfast before slamming down her knife and fork. "He's such a cretin!" she exclaimed, getting nods of agreement from half the Gryffindor table. Ginny patted her hand sympathetically.

"Ignore him, he's always been a worthless moron. Just think, it's Friday today; you've got a whole weekend to yourself so you can relax. You've been working really hard recently, you deserve a well earned break," the red haired girl said. "What lessons do you have today?"

Hermione smiled at her friend gratefully before sighing. "Double potions with the Slytherins. But then I have the rest of the day free."

Ginny winced slightly, thinking she wouldn't want to be in her friend's situation. Hermione had worked hard to achieve her position as Head Girl, and all Malfoy had to do was flash his daddy's money around and he could have whatever he wanted at Hogwarts. Although she once found out that according to McGonagall, it was Dumbledore's wish for both Draco and Hermione to be Head Boy and Girl together, a thought which puzzled her to this day. She couldn't see why two people that were polar opposites could ever get along well enough to work together effectively in the school. She saw Hermione get up to leave the table and frowned.

"I'm just going to get a few things ready before I go to lesson," Hermione answered Ginny's puzzled look with a small smile. "I hope you're free tonight, I've got an unopened box of chocolate frogs and I won't be able to eat them all by myself!"

Ginny nodded brightly before bidding her friend goodbye. She knew a girl's night in was the best thing for Hermione to have at the moment. Besides, they needed to catch up on a lot of things, she'd barely had the chance to talk to Hermione since returning to Hogwarts and there were a few secrets she needed to tell her. Smiling to herself she looked over to Harry who was talking to Seamus sitting by him. He sensed someone was looking and turned his head to smile at Ginny, grabbing hold of her hand across the table.

Ron looked at his watch before gulping loudly. "Blimey! It's five to nine we'd better get a move on before Slughorn makes a show of us being late!"

Harry nodded and gave his girlfriend another kiss before following Ron briskly out of the hall.

Draco let his eyes wander around the dark potions room, tapping his quill idly on the desk. Merlin, he was bored. The work that had been set was almost too easy for him; he needed a challenge to keep his mind from digressing. He let his gaze settle on Granger sitting in front of him, her head lowered over her work, no doubt deep in concentration. He watched the way her curls fell down past her shoulders, and noticed her flicking them back occasionally to keep her hair out of her eyes. Through her blouse he could see the back of her white bra, and before he could stop himself he smirked, raising an eyebrow. Malfoy noted the curve of her hips as the blouse met the black skirt she was wearing and he shook his head slightly before his thoughts wandered any further. He felt somebody to sitting to his left nudge him and he looked at them out the corner of his eye. Blaise slid a small piece of folded up parchment across the table towards him, and Malfoy took it, not hiding his lack of interest.

"Eyeing up the enemy, ey? Draco you sick minded person! How did it go with the girl last night?"

Draco clenched his jaw and back wrote back in neat handwriting, "I was not eyeing up the enemy… I was merely passing judgment. The Ravenclaw didn't get much sleep."

On reading the note Blaise sniggered and shook his head in disbelief at his friend's mischievous ways. He looked at Hermione with a curious expression, wondering what his friend had been thinking. He then took out a different small piece of parchment to write another note to Draco.

"Do you think the mudblood's ever been bedded?"

Draco shot Blaise a disgusted look before replying. The truth was he had just been thinking the same thing. He saw the way her pathetic Weasel friend looked over at her all the time with longing, and it repulsed him. There was no doubt something was going on between the two, and he didn't know why, but he was slightly curious. Draco put it down to wanting new material to make their two lives hell.

"I doubt it. She's so uptight she probably creaks when she walks."

This time Blaise didn't conceal his snort of laughter, and Professor Slughorn looked over at the second row of tables from the back where the two boys were sitting.

"Mr Malfoy and Mr Zabini, I do hope you're not messing around. This is a very important essay you know, need I remind you that it counts towards ten percent of your final grade!" he wagged a chubby finger at the two, shaking his head.

Draco feigned indifference and nodded, whilst Blaise muttered an apology. Hermione looked over her shoulder at the two with a gleeful smile before continuing with her work, causing Draco's blood to boil with hatred. How he loathed her, how he wished he could curse her into oblivion so he wouldn't have to see that smug face ever again. He'd had to put up with her every day in their dorms; however he was getting good at avoiding her. He knew she liked to work in the library at night, and she knew when he would be in their common room, so she tended to go straight into her room if he was in there.

Draco saw his friend writing something to him again. Rolling his eyes at his friend's stupidity for not learning his lesson, he took the note.

"I'm interested to see if you, the 'Slytherin Sex God', could bed her."

Malfoy's face was passive, but when he read those words his insides twisted and he felt a strange sensation in the pit of his stomach which he put down to disgust. He knew who Blaise was talking about.

"As flattered as I am that you call me that, I will have to tell you that you are the biggest idiot I've ever come across. I hope you don't mean Granger."

Dreading the reply he was about to receive, Malfoy busied himself with continuing his essay. He felt another nudge and without looking up he held out his hand for the note.

"I dare you to."

Draco was never one to rise to the bait, but his imbecile of a friend was beginning to aggravate him. He didn't dignify the remark with an answer, choosing instead to continue with writing the essay. What a sickening thought, him with the mudblood? What had the world come to? He was a Malfoy, and Malfoys are above muggle-borns with dirty blood. On that thought he didn't let himself think about the idea again. That was until yet another piece of parchment was placed under his nose. Getting dangerously aggravated, he opened the note as passively as possible so Blaise thought it wasn't getting to him.

"She's not too bad, you know. I think she'd have a hot body… come on you must have thought about it, you two are practically living together! Does it not get to you?"

Draco replied, "No." and continued working.

"I know you, surely you must have thought about shagging her! You're bored, why don't you set yourself a little challenge? What's the worst that could happen?"

Draco raised his eyebrow curiously at the thought and he could see that his friend was smiling. He was getting bored of how easy girls were dropping their knickers for him. It was almost tiresome, in fact. Maybe a good 'challenge', as Blaise put it, was just what he needed. But this was Granger they were talking about, the thought of touching her made his skin crawl.

"I'm not as desperate as you, Zabini."

Just as he wrote the last word in the note to Blaise, Slughorn rose to his feet and signalled the end of the lesson. The sounds of chairs scraping the stone floor filled the small room, but even above this Malfoy heard a quill drop to the floor and he watched Granger bend down to pick it up, tilting his head slightly to get a better look.

Maybe he was going the wrong way about torturing the little mudblood. He was sure there was a much more exciting way for the both of them to cause her pain and humiliation. A smirk passed his attractive features as an idea hit him. Perhaps this year wasn't going to be too bad after all.

Dirty, dirty boy!

Sorry if there were any mistakes in there, I did proof read it a couple of times but nobody's perfect!

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