Hey everyone! This is my first fanfic, hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters! No harm done, just homage attempted.

Introduction

Head Boy Meets Head Girl

Draco Malfoy.

She closed her eyes, counted to three, and opened them again. Still there it was.

Draco Malfoy

She closed her eyes, counted to ten, and opened them again.

Head boy: Draco Malfoy.

Finally acknowledging the sinking feeling in her stomach, she crumpled the piece of parchment and threw it away. The joy that she had felt when she learned that she was to be this year's Head Girl vanished and was replaced with the extreme anxiety that she would be in close proximity with him, sharing the same quarters, for the year. She crawled into her bed and lay on her back, staring at the dead, white ceiling.

And to think, the day had started with such promise.

"Hermione Granger is the Head Girl," Blaise Zabini casually told Draco Malfoy before he took a swig of his Firewhisky. He paused to see if he would get a reaction. Draco said nothing and turned his attention to the buzz of witches and wizards who came in and out of the Leaky Cauldron. He stared at a particularly old witch cloaked in a set of outrageously pink set of robes, she was arguing violently with 'Muriel', the empty chair right next to her. Hm. People ARE bizarre.

"Malfoy," Blaise said, irritated that he was being ignored, "Did you hear me? That Mudblood filth-" With that Draco looked at Blaise, having perfectly heard what his fellow Slytherin had said and what he was about to say. He still chose to disregard it. Finishing his own glass of the liqueur off, he then said, "We're leaving."

Hermione woke up with a gasp, she looked at the clock on her bedroom wall. I'm late! She was supposed to meet Harry at the Leaky Cauldron half an hour ago. She quickly ran out the door and when she saw that the street was deserted, she hid behind a tree and disapparated.

When she opened her eyes she was at the entrance of the famous wizarding pub, just as she was about to pull the heavy wooden door, someone from inside pushed it open to get out. The next thing she knew, she was staring at a pair of cold, gray eyes. Her heart stopped.

Draco was just as shocked as she was, but he recovered in an instant, he nodded his head in greeting and coolly addressed her, "Granger." This sentiment was greeted with silence. He waited a few more seconds, looking intently at her. She just looked at her feet and quitely muttered, "Malfoy." She clearly was not going to say anything else. So with another nod, he turned to leave indicating that Blaise ought to do the same.

Draco frowned as he walked quickly towards Flourish and Blott's, he quickly glanced back at where they had left Hermione, but she had already ducked into the confines of the pub. He knew that they would have to face each other eventually; he didn't know that the change would be that great, it had been so awkward. He grimaced at the memory of the look on her face. She couldn't even look at me..

When the two Slytherin reached the bookstore, they entered. Blaise quickly went to get his 7th year books, wanting to be done with the chore as soon as possible. Draco inhaled deeply taking a whiff the strong dry smell of ink and paper. "It smells like knowledge, Draco, like history," she had told himDraco smiled at the memory. He roamed around the dark alleys between the ceiling-high bookshelves, letting his fingers lightly run through the book bindings. As the dim light of the bookstore embraced him, he started to feel the store's comforting warmth. He had grown fond of this place, and not only because he was an avid reader himself. It's because this is where it all started, he thought to himself, Didn't it, Hermione?