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'It is a new beginning, you know,' Hermione thought to herself as they boarded the train to Hogwarts. A whole new year, a whole new world as far as that goes. Ron and Harry were deeply engrossed in conversation, mainly pertaining to which Quidditch team would take the World Cup this year, and how each of their relationships had developed over the break. Of the pieces that Hermione picked up, Harry and Ginny were doing splendidly, and Ron was really enjoying all the time he had been spending with Claire, the 6th year Ravenclaw that had began fancying him shortly after the war had ended and things were beginning to return to normal. Normalcy; that’s where Hermione’s thoughts had led her. As she pondered how everything seemed so normal after all the blood spilled during the war, Crabbe and Goyle pounded on the door to their cabin. Hermione, being Head Girl, opened the doors with a no-nonsense face. The grins faded from the hideous faces of Crabbe and Goyle. ‘Return to your cabin, and leave us be. Grow up, you prats. Don’t you realize that you cannot bully people your entire lives? You need to validate yourselves in a different way. Now, scatter before I take points from Slytherin.’ Crabbe and Goyle frowned, and looking much like they hadn’t understood a word Hermione had said slumped back to their own cabins where Malfoy was surely awaiting them. 

‘Wow, Hermione. You really let them have it,’ Harry contended. 

‘Yeah, you’ve been a little crabby lately ‘Mione. Everything alright?’ Ron said. 

‘Everything is just fine. I guess I’m just a little grumpy due to the break being over, and the fact that I didn’t finish my summer reading,’ Hermione lied. Truth was beyond all the changes she had been through since the war had ended; she was feeling like a third wheel when it came down to it. Harry was usually sneaking off to snog Ginny, and Ron was usually snogging Claire. It was becoming increasingly difficult to want to spend time with the lot of them, considering she was always reminding herself that they’d much rather be snogging, but they pitied her. Well, she would not have that. Hermione was determined to find someone that she enjoyed spending time with, and perhaps, that she could snog. She pardoned herself from the cabin, and proceeded to the loo to change into her robes; the train would be arriving at Hogwarts in the next few minutes, and she preferred to be ready. 


Upon her exit from the train, she overheard a group of Slytherin girls chatting about how dreamy someone was. Perking her ears up to listen, she realized that they were talking about Malfoy. Draco Malfoy and ‘dreamy’ were two words that Hermione would NEVER put together. Malfoy was rude, arrogant, and down-right pretentious if you asked her. The group led by none other than Pansy Parkinson, who had fancied Draco for years were commenting on how much he had changed over the break. Hermione rolled her eyes and began to walk ahead of them before she heard Pansy squeal with excitement, ‘… and he’s Head Boy this year!!!’ Hermione felt like a balloon that someone had just pricked with a needle. She had just lost all hope for this year. She would be sharing a living quarters with none other than Draco Malfoy. As she hurried to catch up to Ron and Harry, her entire being filled with dread.

Draco had heard correctly. As Dumbledore clattered on, he focused on the fact that he would be sharing living quarters with none other than that filthy little Mudblood, Hermione Granger. Upon meeting Granger Draco greatly disliked her. She was pushy, and a know-it-all. She could get under the skin of anyone with her desperate need to be right all the time. Not to mention that she clung to those pathetic losers Potter and the Weasel. Just the thought of the golden trio made Draco lose his appetite. He decided to leave the Great Hall early enough to beat Hermione to the Head’s quarters. He always liked having the upper hand. As Draco travelled the hall he thought of all his summer conquests. There had been the usual romps with Pansy, whom he just kept around in case he would become desperate for a quick lay and numerous others who truly didn’t matter. He’d used them all and told all of them what they’d wanted to hear at the time. There was an attractive Hufflepuff that had her eyes glued to him in the Great Hall; maybe he would add her to the list. As Draco found himself outside the portrait portal, he recited the password, ‘carousel,’ and gained entrance to the magnificent common room of the Head’s quarters. He glanced around noting the decorations that bore the images of not only Slytherin and Gryffindor, but of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw as well. He noted that he and Granger would be sharing a bathroom, and common area, but they had an abundance of space at their leisure. As Draco then realized how tired he truly was, he stretched out on one of the great fluffy couches, and leaned back to rest his eyes a moment. 


As Hermione entered the Head’s quarters, she was in awe at the beautiful room. There was a large common room with high ceilings, and beautiful chandeliers. She noted the intricate tapestries emblazoned with the four houses. She was a little put-off by the thought of sharing a bathroom with Malfoy, but the spacious living quarters made it a little more bearable. Gazing at the beautiful banisters and letting her eyes ravage the beautiful common room, Hermione turned to see a crackling fire in a large marble fire place; although the site in front of the fire place was far less appealing. Malfoy was slumped over in the corner of on the great couches sleeping. ‘He does seem to be taller,’ Hermione thought, much to her own annoyance. ‘Oh Merlin’s beard… What do I care?!’ she chided herself. At the sound of her voice, Malfoy stirred. 

‘Good summer, Mudblood?’ he mumbled. Hermione marched over to the couch, slapped Malfoy across his pompous little face, and stormed to the top of the stairs to her bedroom door. 

‘I promise you this, Malfoy; there will be more of that to come if you think you’re going to bully me this year. I’m not the same girl I used to be,’ she spat angrily. Draco, who had sat on the couch in stunned silence, mumbled a barely audible, ‘wow,’ and just stared at her door long after it had been slammed. Granger had some nerve. She obviously wasn’t thinking clearly. Draco would let this time slide, but if Granger thought for one moment she was in charge, she was badly mistaken.
‘Hey, did she look different since he’d last seen her. Something seemed different, and if she hadn’t slapped him silly he would probably be able to recall what exactly it was… who cares about a Mudblood anyways. Certainly not Draco Malfoy,’ Draco thought to himself impatiently. He trudged up the stairs to his room thinking that his was going to be a very long year.




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Author's Note:
This is my first fic, and I'm nervous. I promise to write quickly and diligently, however, and would simply LOVE any advice or reviews that you want to leave!! :) xoXOxo

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