Hey, so some of you have probably already read about three chapters of this story. It got deleted somehow, so it's back up and running. I know I should post the other chapters, and I will soon, but I really need to get your reviews and see if I should carry on or not.

Disclaimer: Draco & Hermione belong to JK Rowling.


- SJH.

"He's what?"

The incredulous inquiry could be heard from the opposite side of the large office.

Dumbledore pinched the bridge of his nose and inhaled deeply. "Mr Draco Malfoy is the Head Boy, Miss Granger." He repeated, as if he was talking to a three year old.

Hermione was fuming. She furrowed her eyebrows as her mind tried to come up with a reason, any reason, why Malfoy would be chosen to be the new Head Boy. "Is this some kind of sick joke?"

"Oh please," A voice disagreed. Draco Malfoy just shut the door behind him to Dumbledore's office and swaggered to a seat. Hermione's gaze followed him all the while. He glared at the muggleborn before him. "Of course it'd be me. Who'd you think it was gonna' be? Pothead, or your precious boyfriend Weasley?" He mocked. Was it just her, or did he seem angrier when he said boyfriend?

She glared right back at him and placed her hands on her hips. "First of all, Ron is not my boyfriend. And second," She didn't know why she had to mention that to him of all people, but pushed that confusion aside. "Anyone would've been better than you, Malfoy."

He stood, and then approached her, eyes flaring. "Oh really? Well I for one believe it would have been better to appoint someone as bad as Pansy Parkinson, instead of you, for Head Girl." He smirked at her agape mouth.

"Pansy? Now that's just low. I don't care how much you...love that bimbo headed girlfriend of yours, but even Hogwarts couldn't withstand the damage she'd cause." She bit at him, choking slightly on the word "love" for reasons that were beyond her understanding.

Was it just him, or did she narrow her eyes at the word girlfriend? "Pansy as...my girlfriend? What desperate loser do you take me for?" He didn't understand why he felt the need to clarify his and Pansy's relationship, especially with Granger.

Dumbledore cleared his throat. "Now, now, I don't think insulting Miss Parkinson will help this situation." He was ignored.

"I don't know, maybe the one that you are," She bore her eyes into him, feeling a strange feeling engulf her heart – making it somewhat lighter - as she learnt Draco's relationship status. What in the name of Merlin was wrong with her?

"Ha, if I was that desperate, I would have gone for you, Mud blood." He said out of pure anger. As soon as those words were out and that flash of hurt showed in her eyes, he wanted to take them back. Wait...what? A Malfoy feeling guilty? Never in a million years.

"Mr Malfoy! That sort of language is unacceptable here. I will not tolerate t-," Dumbledore was uncared for by both the Heads, once again.

"Back to that, are we? Well, do tell me Malfoy, how was it being a heartless little death eater, hmm? Enjoyed yourself killing those innocent people?" She bit back before she could process what she was about to say. Woah, she did not just do that. How could she put him down like that? She felt guilty...for insulting Draco Malfoy. Seriously – what the hell was wrong with her?

The Professor gasped. "Miss Granger, that was uncalled for. Draco's past is not anything to start an argument with. You two need to-"He desperately tried to be heard, but it was of no use, they were too angry.

Draco froze. That was a touchy subject. Stupid Granger, "What the hell do you think, Granger, I'm proud of what I've done? I regret my life decisions every waking moment, and I don't need you to bitch me about it. I would bloody give up my life to get theirs back, but I can't because it won't work. So don't you dare try and act like you know me, when you have no fucking idea."

Hermione processed all that information. She was shocked, to say the least. Her heart swelled with guilt and sympathy. She had to apologise, she just had to. "I'm...s-sorry." She stuttered, her eyes becoming more and more mesmerised by his piercing grey ones. She shook her head as if in a trance, "I'm really sorry."

He skimmed her up and down, unintentionally causing heat to rush through her. He met her eyes once again, and clenched his jaw. To Hermione's much disappointment, he didn't forgive her, or apologise for insulting her, nope he stared right at her and –

- gave an icy nod.

Hermione kicked herself mentally for expecting something more. It was Malfoy, and that meant...it was Malfoy. She followed suit as Draco sat down on one of the chairs opposite Dumbledore's desk. She noticed the Professor was rubbing his temples gently and sighing deeply.

She glanced at Draco, who was leaning back in the chair, arms crossed, then back at the wise old man. She cleared her throat, and Dumbledore's eyes flew open. "I apologise for my behaviour, Professor."

Dumbledore merely nodded weakly and turned his gaze to Draco awaiting his apology. Draco shrugged, "And I." He simply told him.

The Professor sat up straight, mumbling to himself. "I'm too old for this." Looking serious, he started. "Alright, now that your argument is over, we can proceed. Oh, but I'm going to have to give you a detention for that kind of behaviour, Miss Granger. Tomorrow,"

Hermione reddened, and Draco snickered. Dumbledore faced him. "You too, Mr Malfoy,"

With that, the renowned Malfoy scowl came out as did Hermione's payback snicker. Draco glared at her, causing her to smile ever so innocently at him. It was sly enough to be a Slytherin smile. He would never admit it, but that smile sent warmth through him, almost making him smile back. Almost.

"Now that everyone is here." He said pointedly to Draco, "We need to discuss your roles, and how this is going to work. As the Heads, you two will be an example for all the years, and that means no fighting. As tradition, you two will be sharing the Head's area, where there is a common room, two dorms and one bathroom. I don't want to hear any buts' or nos', understood?" They both nodded reluctantly. "You two will hold weekly meetings for yourselves and the prefects, on what day – that's for you to decide. You will have authority to take away house points and give out detentions "Seeing Draco's smirk, he quickly added "– with reason to do so." Draco scowled at him. "But with great power, comes great responsibility. And since you two are the top students this school has seen in a while, you've also been given a free period after lunch for planning purposes."

"Planning purposes?" Hermione asked quizzically, blushing at the compliment.

"Of course; you both will have to plan or overlook every event here at Hogwarts. Oh, and let's not forget patrol. You can decide the times at your meetings. Now, I'll need you to go to your shared common room to unpack; you have an hour."

"Professor; you expect me to live with him?" Hermione asked, delusional.

"And expect me not to hex that every chance I get?" Draco added helpfully, just as appalled.

"Yes." Dumbledore said without missing a beat. "I do, because you're both Heads, and you're both mature enough to handle petty issues responsibly. The password is Dumbledore always wins. Have a good day." It seemed like he was trying to get rid of them. They wondered if that was the real password or if he was just being smug.

Draco took him up on the offer and left the room as fast as lightning. Grabbing her bag, Hermione followed him.

Dumbledore knew he had made the right decision, making the two cooperate and get over their silly issues. He, as always, chose wisely – something he was renowned for. But, as he watched the two exit his office, he couldn't help but smirk at their behaviour towards each other. They argued and called each other names, but it didn't seem to him that either of them hated one another, far from it actually.

His smirk grew larger as realisation dawned on him of what they really felt for each other, and he decided it was about time history repeated itself.