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Draco’s POV

All I remember doing all night was tossing and turning trying to get some sleep and the next thing I know I am waking up on the stone cold floor. Talk about your rough nights! Although, it’s not exactly the first time I have done this. It’s been like this ever since I found out I had to kill Dumbledore. That’s when this started and, after that, nothing was ever the same. Now I have to kill the stupid know-it-all mudblood and, for some reason, trying to sleep is only getting worse. You would think doing away with the know-it-all would make it easier for me to sleep at night instead of harder.

Well, might as well get up and clean my face. So I did the usual: got up, laid some clothes out, and went into the bathroom and locked both doors. No need for Granger to walk in on me with nothing but a pair of boxers on.

Hermione’s POV

I’ve been up for a good hour already catching up on some light reading before school officially started. This way I would be able to concentrate completely on my school work and nothing, I mean nothing, could distract me. After finally finishing Twilight, I got dressed into my robes. I got up to wash my face and brush my teeth, but the door was locked, meaning the ferret was probably taking a shower or something unimportant like that. So, I did the only thing any charming young girl would do if she were at home with an annoying ferret boy. I knocked, trying to be as loud and annoying as I could.

“MALFOY, GET OUT!” I yelled just in case he couldn’t hear me.

“Granger! How long could you possibly take to get ready? You always look like a mess anyway. I’m surprised that you even use the bathroom in the morning. The way you always look is as if you had just gotten up out of bed anyway, so what’s the difference?” the ferret yelled back.

“Oh yeah, and you look so much better Grease Malfoy. You put so much gel in your hair that, if you washed it, it would fill the entire bathtub,” I retorted.

“Well I, unlike you, actually do something to make my hair look good, Granger,” he yelled. Now that’s a laugh! If he thought putting gel in his hair made him look good he had another thing coming.

“Ha, Malfoy! Yeah, you may put things in your hair, but that doesn’t mean it looks as good as you put it,” I said. Just then Malfoy opened my side of the bathroom door and glared down at me. His hair was freshly greased as always and he was now in his robes. His glare was so strong that he some how managed to pin me to the other side of the wall as he leaned right into me. It made me gulp and I had to admit I was scared, but I was going to stand my ground and not let this ferret get to me. No matter how long I had to stare into those cold gray-blue eyes.

“Mind repeating that, Granger? It sounds to me that you have a problem with my look. Am I incorrect?” he asked.

“Usually yes, but this time, by some miracle, the little men in your brain are actually working! I know that’s not something you’re used to, Malfoy, but unfortunately for you, you’re doing it. Yes, I do have problem with your look. Just because I was born with curly wild hair does not mean I don’t know what looks good and what doesn’t. And your hair, Malfoy, is about the most disgusting thing I have ever seen,” I said. Wow, way to stay strong! I wasn’t sure that I could do it. Malfoy looked extremely taken aback at this, until his brain started functioning properly again.

“And what about you? What would you know about fashion? You’re too scared to even show a little skin, Granger!” he said and started to loosen my tie and unbutton all the buttons until you could see my chest. I should have done something, I know, but I was a little too busy being appalled by his actions. Then, he took his finger and traced it along my collarbone and then down around my chest while saying, “You know Granger, you may be a disgusting mudblood with no right to go to this school, let alone be living, but you’ve got one thing and one thing only: a nice chest.” I have to admit that while he was anywhere near my chest it was hard to breathe, but once I came to grips I did the only thing I could think of at the time: punch him hard and good. How hard, you may ask? Well, let’s put it this way. Right now he’s on my floor clutching his face and cursing.

“NEVER, AND I REPEAT NEVER TOUCH ME LIKE THAT AGAIN OR YOU WILL GET MORE THEN A BLACK EYE NEXT TIME! GOT IT, MALFOY?” I yelled as loud as I could. “And oh yeah, Malfoy.” He looked up when I said his name, still clutching his face. “GET OUT OF MY ROOM!”

That’s when he got up and walked over to me. “Oh yeah, Granger? And what if I don’t? Then what are you going to do? Punch me again?” he asked. The thought was tempting, but instead I started backing Draco up by walking forward all the way until we were at the part where our rooms connected while yelling my bloody head off, of course. “You listen here, Malfoy, and listen good because I am only going to say this once and only once. While you and me are both Heads, we may have to be civil towards each other, but here are the rules. My business is my business and your business is your business. I don’t know anything about you, except that your insufferable, and you know absolutely nothing about me. And that, Malfoy, is exactly how it’s going to stay. Now if you will, please leave and I will see you in class.” Then I closed the door and locked it. Breathe in, breathe out, I told myself.

Finally, time to go to breakfast! I started walking out of the common room and down to the main hall until I realized I still hadn’t brushed my teeth. You know what? I don’t feel like dealing with Malfoy again so I will just deal with it quickly after breakfast. When I got down to the Great Hall, I saw Ron, Ginny and Harry. We decided that, for Harry’s safety, I should sit between him and Ginny before he got the urge to do anything with Ginny while Ron was there. I would be there to stop him before he did something that would get him in trouble with his best friend. This didn’t make either Harry or Ginny happy, but I think they had an understanding as to why I did it.

“Hey guys! How is the schedule looking this year?” I asked.

“I would tell you, but you probably wouldn’t believe it,” Harry said in a rather depressed tone. Then, just like that, I had my schedule handed to me by someone behind me.

“Oh, thank you,” I said and started reading the schedule.

“What! This is impossible! We have every class with the Slytherins! There has to be some kind of mistake. I have to talk to Professor McGonagall. This can’t be right,” I said starting to stand up, but was stopped by a voice that sent shivers down my spine.

“Oh, it’s no mistake, Granger. Those are, and will stay, our classes throughout the entire year. I just asked while I was receiving our schedules,” Draco Malfoy said. That’s right, the same Draco Malfoy who I just told off and the same Draco Malfoy who had his finger on my collarbone only a few minutes earlier. I felt my cheeks starting to go hot already. Well, at least I know who gave me my schedule. “Well, I should really say when I was getting my schedule, Professor McGonagall just told me I might as well give you yours.”

“Oh, well, I guess there’s nothing to be done about it then. Well, thanks again. Bye,” I said.

“I must say, Granger, you’re doing a great job following your own rules. Oh yeah, and Granger? Don’t expect me to follow them at all,” he said giving me a sly smile.

“No, I guess that’s right. You following the rules, Malfoy, would be like watching you turn into a fun-loving guy,” I said.

“Leave Malfoy. You’re not exactly - oh what’s the word I am looking for? Oh yeah – wanted - at the Gryffindor table,” Ginny said.

“Ah now little Weasley, that’s not very nice, is it? Maybe if you say please I might consider it, but until such a time, I shall remain here,” he said rather cooly. I could see Ron and Harry start to tense up and Harry actually looked like he was about to get up.

“Please Draco, leave,” I said in my most pleasant voice. I take it Malfoy didn’t think it would be that easy considering how taken aback he was. Then he was gone. God, if I had known it was going to be that easy, I would have done it years ago. Ron and Harry started to relax and then a new guest visited our table. Our very own new and improved Miss Luna Lovegood, who was now sitting next to Ron.

“Hermione, how can you stand to share a common room with him? Honestly, I don’t care how high ranked I was. I would never want to share a common room with him,” Luna said. I smiled at her and then remembered Neville. I wondered where he was.

“Hermione, it’s not even safe. I mean, Malfoy could end up really hurting you. You know especially with him thinking you’re a muggle-born still. I don’t think it’s safe,” Harry said and there was still no sign of Neville. Darn!

“Harry, thanks, but if Malfoy tries anything, I can take care of myself. Thanks for caring. Hey Luna, because we have all classes with the Slytherins, does that mean you have all classes with the Hufflepuffs?” I asked.

“Yeah, its so annoying. I mean talk about the same faces over and over again! I mean why not just let us share common rooms with them,” she said.

“I heard the professors talking and I heard they’re thinking about doing that. You know, the way the classes are, but instead with common rooms as well,” Harry said.

“That’s just sick and wrong to put us in the same common room as the Slytherins! Like we’re anything like them,” Ron said.

“Hey, it’s just talk. Well, for now at least,” Harry said.

“Hey, we better start heading to Transfiguration. I want to get a good seat,” I said, which meant I had no time to brush my teeth. And my parents are dentists, so how does that look? Oh well, I guess. It’s just this once.

And like that, we were off. Luckily, I did get a seat in the front. Malfoy got one in the back and everything was in its natural order. That is, until Professor McGonagall told us to all stand up and to go the back. She was going to be assigning seats this year. That’s when I saw him. The new and majorly improved Neville Longbottom. So while Professor McGonagall was deciding where to put everyone, I went over to talk to him.

What was I going to say? Oh my god. My breath! I still have morning breath! Wait, this is still the same Neville. Why should I be so scared? So he grew up. That’s not that big of a deal. I mean, everybody grows up. It’s a part of the natural order of life. Right, so here I go. I am going to say, ‘Hey Neville! How are you?’

That sounds perfect. So here I go. I am walking. I am walking. I am almost there. Ok heart, calm down. Palms stop sweating. It’s just Neville. Then it happened. Of course, Lavender got there first, but who is to say I can’t talk to him as well? I mean, he can talk to two people at once, right? So I continued walking. Then I heard my name “Hermione Granger” and “Draco Malfoy.”

“You two will be working together in all your classes,” Professor McGonagall said.

“What? I thought this assigned seats thing was only for this class,” I said stunned that I am to be stuck working with ferret face.

“No Miss Granger, the partner you get now is the partner you will have all year. If your partner fails, you fail. Understand Mr. Malfoy, Miss Granger, understand,” Professor McGonagall said. We both nodded. Oh my god, I am going to fail! I have never failed anything! Ever! And now I am going to fail everything at once! This cannot be happening! Oh great, and now I have to sit in the back with Malfoy and Zabini. Then I realized everyone was getting a partner form a different house. I guess they really are trying everything to bring the houses together as one. I thought the letter system was one thing, but this is just getting ridiculous. Well, here it goes. How bad can today really be?

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