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A/N- Hey guys, this is my first fanfic, my first posting, etc. I hope you like it and I hope it's long enough. :o/ Please review and tell me what you like, what you didn't, and what you think should happen next. I'm always up for new ideas!

P.S.- If you see someone's name between * 's, that means it's from their point of view.
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Chapter One
*Hermione*


"I have to go to the head's compartment now and meet the head boy," I told my best friends- Harry, Ron and Ginny. I walked down the hallway looking for my compartment when I saw blonde hair that I would notice anywhere- Malfoy.

"Are you lost Mudblood?" He smirked "Can't find Scarhead and the Weasels?" His two goons laughed and then disappeared into a compartment.

"Sod off Malfoy," I told him attempting to walk past him. Just as I did, a group of first years rushed past, shoving me into Malfoy. He put up his arms to catch me.

"Careful,"He whispered. I could feel his warm breath on my ear. I looked up at him and he winked at me.

"Get off you Prat!" I said pushing myself away from him. I kept walking until I found the head's compartment. I sat down and took out my muggle music player and headphones.

'I wonder who will be head boy...' I thought silently to myself. 'Not Harry, he would have told me, and Ron doesn't get good enough marks. I hope its going to be someone bearable, sharing our own common room and all.' I closed my eyes and let myself fall away into my music. I started to sing with the song.

"The only thing you'll get, is this curse on your lips. I hope they taste of me, forever, forever." I sang along with the American Muggle Band, Fall Out Boy. I was so caught up in my music I didn't notice that the head boy had come in and was watching me. When the song ended I heard someone clapping, my eyes shot open to see none other than Draco Malfoy. I groaned. He smirked.

"Are you lost?" I spat.

"No just enjoying the show," He said looking at me from head to toe.

I had changed a lot over the summer. My usually frizzy, curly, brown hair was now tamed to soft curls with blonde streaks. My body filled out and my swimming over the summer had treated me well, toning my body and giving me a nice glowing tan. I looked up to see Malfoy still looking at me.

"Are you done staring at me?" I asked in a bored tone.

"So Dumbledore made you head girl?" He asked smirking and changing the subject. "I'm discusted to know I'll have a filthy mudblood with only a wall separating it from my bed."

*Draco*


Granger's mouth fell open a little.

"You're head boy?!" She asked in disbelief.

"What? You think you're the only one who can get good marks around here? C'mon Granger, don't look so disappointed. Consider yourself lucky to have such a fine housemate," I stated.

"I'll consider myself lucky when you're dead," She spat glaring at me.

"Now, now Granger," I said clicking my tongue at her. "That's not a nice way to treat a roommate." I smirked.

She put her things back in her ears and closed her eyes. I assumed she couldn't hear me anymore. Looks like i got the last word in that time.

'She does look good.' I thought to myself. 'What am I thinking? This is Granger-A mudblood. She's the foulest thing ever. She's a pretty foul thing." My mind argued. I shook my head to clear my thoughts. I laid down on the bench and tried to sleep. The line from the song she sang echoed in my head. My memory was brilliant and so I couldn't forget it.

'The only thing you'll get is this curse on your lips I hope it tastes of me forever forever.'

I glanced at Granger. Her lips were moving to the music from her ear things. 'I bet she tastes good. I wouldn't mind my lips tasting of her forever,' I shuddered. My teenage mind had taken over my Malfoy mind and upbringing. A Malfoy, finding a mudblood interesting? What was the world coming to? But Granger did, for once, look like a girl. Summer had done all the right things for her.

*Hermione*


I sat there listening to my music. I vacationed in America with my cousin and got a taste I was soon to be addicted to. First off, the music. Everything just sounded wonderful. Second, the boys. There is an air to American Muggle boys that makes them seem so dangerous. Third was the dancing and the clubs. I would miss those most. Who would have thought how much innocent bookworm Granger grew up. Let alone, how innocent I wasn't anymore. I smirked at the thought.

Harry was amused with how I changed. Being he was almost my brother, it seemed to fit how all he said was, "Be careful of the guys this year 'Mione'." Ron stood with a slack jaw when he saw me. Then again, he's fancied me since second year. When he came to, his face turned as red as his hair. Ginny on the other hang, being Ron's little sister, came running over to be begging me to tell of my trip. Then there was Malfoy's reaction. His seemed to stand out in my mind the most. In the head's compartment whenever I would look his was I would catch him eyeing me or pretending to look away. I didn't mind it though. While he slept I looked him over. Quidditch had done him good. Even if he was an unbearable ferret, he was still hot. I sighed at myself in disgust and fell back into my music and into sleep.

I awoke to the feeling that something wasn't right. That someone was standing over me, watching me, too close to me. I opened my eyes to see Malfoy's face inches from mine.

"What in bloody hell are you doing?!" I practically yelled.

"I was trying to take those things out of your ears so you could sleep better," He spat.

"Oh," I mumbled. Why was he being nice to me?

*Draco*


Granger glared at me in confusion and frustration. 'Why was I being nice to her?' I thought. 'She did smell nice though. Her hair smelled like vanilla. It made me dizzy when I was so close to her taking out her ear things...Dizzy in a good was though,' I thought just before falling into sleep.

*Hermione*


I saw Malfoy smile in his sleep. 'I wonder what he's thinking about.' I looked at him. He was wearing khaki dress pants and a tight black t-shirt. He was pretty cute, in a 'if-he-was-the-last-ferret-on-earth' sort of way. I smiled at myself then felt the train slow to a stop. I looked out the window. I had waited for this all summer. I wasn't about to let Malfoy ruin it for me. I looked at him. 'If I don't wake him up, he'll only be out for revenge,' I considered. I leaned over him and shook his shoulder.

"Mmmm, Hermione," I heard him whisper grabbing onto my hand and holding it. I raised an eyebrow. He lazily opened his eyes and when he saw me, quickly sat up, dropping my hand.

"Were you dreaming about me?" I asked disgusted.

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*Disclaimer- I do not own these characters, they belong to J.K.R. Only the plot is mine. The song lyrics belong to Fall Out Boy.***

A/N-Sorry to leave on a cliffhanger. Hope you liked it :o)

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