Yes, this isn't mine, its J.k. Rowling's (lucky hag) but this story is absolutely totally mine. Unless you pay me trillions of bucks, it's mine.Props to my friend Marisa who helped me on this! ;-P

Chapter numero the first

"No fucking way."

"Yes. And please don't use that word here; this is a public place Mr. Malfoy."

"Sorry, Professor."

"I hope you are."

"But I must argue!"

"No more of those, Mr. Malfoy. I've heard too much from you already."

"Yes, Professor." The boy slumped in his chair, platinum hair falling into his now sapphire eyes. When Draco Malfoy had been called to the Head's office, he had immediately assumed that the Potter boy and his freak friends had made up a lie to tell to Dumbledore. But, instead, he found out that he was going to be Head Boy. Elated as he was, nothing could prepare him for the identity of the Head Girl: Hermione Granger. Or Ermine Cringer, as he liked to call the Mudblood.

"You may go now, Mr. Malfoy. I do suggest you hurry to your new dormitory. Password's 'Slytherdor'"

Thinking words that he should never say in public, Draco stormed out the door and down the stone steps, muttering curses under his breath. He followed the map he'd stolen from some first year, all the way to the Head's Passage of the castle. Finding the door marked "Heade boye" he whispered the password. The door creaked open, and he looked about him as he walked in. A black leather sofa sat in front of a fireplace, and there were green and silver wall hangings. The floor was carpeted in a navy green, soft to the touch. A glass table was at the left of the sofa, and a hanger appeared out from behind the door. Eyebrow raised, the teen took off his robe and flung it on the hook.

"This is….nice. Let's check out the bedroom…" he started to cross the floor. When he reached the room, he flung the door wide open, revealing a canopy bed, with black sating sheets and dark green hangings. A beanbag chair was in one corner, and a glass table was right in front of it. A trunk sat at the edge of the bed, and a closet lined the wall behind it. Letting out a slow whistle, he stepped into the room, kicking off his shoes and untying his house tie. Throwing off his sweater, he unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt and flopped right down on the bed.

I NEED to punch something. God, I'm so fucking stressed! I just need to hit something…..with some music…heavy metal……urgh…

As if from nowhere, a big punch bag appeared, and a Metallica CD popped right onto his bed. A boom box materialized on his desk.

"Sweeeeet….." he let his inner skater and rock star come out. Grabbing his chest (the elves had already transported all his stuff into his new room) he pulled out a Cradle of Filth tee-shirt and black torn jeans. Shaking his hair into a skater-ish style (one bit of hair covering his left eye), he started to the radio. Holding the Metallica CD, he smirked.

This just got a whole lot better…

Popping the CD in, he turned the volume up really loud, so that the whole room shook when the music started. Smiling gleefully, he started to beat the shit out of the punching bag, imagining Potters face on there.

-Barad and Moomoo