A/n- To all my old readers, welcome back. Sorry about previous unfinished fics, but I needed a fresh start. I feel like my writing has dramatically improved, and I need a new fic to really emphasize that.

To all new readers, welcome. Reviews are always welcome here. I do have a completed fic, written from about 3 years ago I believe but not bad for my first time. So check that out if you're bored or have the time. Also, I reply to all reviews and try to answer questions.

This is a Hermione/Draco fic, written from Draco's point of view. All of mine are; they're my favorite pairing. I have a good idea of where I want to go with this, but I don't plan them out in advance, so that can change. Well, enjoy, read, and review. :D

P.S. I will tend to swear, curse, cuss, whatever you call it. So, beware on that. Often, as well, I have crude humor. I don't write intense smut, so no problems there.

Disclaimer- I own nothing, this world is J.K Rowling's.

Being grown up isn't half as fun as growing up:
These are the best days of our lives.
The only thing that matters
is just following your heart
and eventually you'll finally get it right.

[In This Diary- The Ataris

Chapter 1- The Slytherin King

"Fuckin'…bloody thing," Draco complained while desperately tugging at his Head Boy badge. It was stuck on his robes crooked, and he picked at it, trying to straighten it. Finally, after one last final pull, he managed to detach it from the robe and re-pin it, straight this time, right below the Slytherin crest on his plain black Hogwarts' robes.

"There… so much better," he said to no one in particular but his reflection, as he stared back at himself in the mirror. He wore simple black Slytherin robes, a deep green cloak, and black dragon hide boots. His platinum blond hair hung shaggily past his chin, still damp from the morning's shower. He smirked back at himself, and the mirror reflected it.

"Good look, Mister Malfoy," the mirror responded back to him. He laughed and winked at himself, and turned on his heel, heading back to the trunk ajar at the end of his bed. He grabbed the remaining books off the bed and tossed them into his trunk, slammed it closed, and pocketed his wand off the bedside table.

Draco Malfoy headed down the long stairway towards the living room, hoping to hurry his parents up. He passed a house elf on his way down, and commanded it to grab his things and bring them downstairs immediately. The elf squeaked and tripped in its hurry to carry out his command.

Reaching the ground floor, Draco strode over to the set of elaborate double doors, and, knocking once, entered quickly. He had entered a high-ceilinged room with a crystal chandelier and several comfortable leather couches. The desks in the corner were cluttered with his father's work, as well as quills and other supplies.

"Father," Draco said politely, and waited for his father to properly address him. Lucius looked up from the Prophet and glanced at Draco, then checked his watch. Narcissa sat on an opposite couch, reading through a back issue of Witch Weekly.

"Yes, son, we'll be off in just a moment. I wish to read this article regarding a serious of attacks in Muggle London. Why don't you grab a spot of breakfast? The elves have cooked some eggs and bacon, I believe," Lucius replied, already back to reading the newspaper.

Draco nodded and excused himself to the kitchen, where he grabbed a steaming plate of food, and set himself to finishing the entire thing. Ten minutes later, after shoveling down a whole plate of eggs, bacon and sausages, he hopped off the chair and headed back to the living room. When he arrived, his trunk, owl, and broom were already awaiting him. His father and mother were standing; Lucius was rummaging in his cloak for his wand, and Narcissa was muttering something about a cookbook she needed to buy.

"Alright Draco. Grab Orion, there we are. I've got your trunk; your mother has your Firebolt. Excellent, alright. Apparate on three then; one…two…three." On three, Draco twisted on his heel, the picture of King's Cross platform 9 ¾ clear in his head. He had a sick feeling of being squeezed through rubber tubing before unsteadily landing on his feet in front of the gleaming Hogwarts Express, already full of Hogwart's students.

"Draco, dear! There you are!" Narcissa was running towards him, frenetic. Draco smirked and allowed himself to be pulled into his mother's grasp and then a firm hug. She was sobbing uncontrollably on his shoulder, mumbling words that were incomprehensible. Lucius came striding over, trying to look extremely official and important.

After Narcissa let go, Draco shook himself off a bit, and his mother wiped away the remaining tears. Lucius pulled Draco into a tight embrace, and reminded him to have a good term.

"Your things are in the Heads' compartment. I saw that mudblood girl in there as well, so I'm thinking she must be the Head Girl. Such a pity, giving away great titles to unworthy candidates," he spat angrily, shaking his head, and looking beyond Draco to a group of redheads.

Draco turned to see the Weasley's; Ron and Ginny, as well Harry, standing about 20 feet down the platform. Draco sneered in their direction, and gave his mother a last hug before lugging his owl cage to the front of the train. He waved once to his family, and finally entered his compartment, only to find Hermione sitting there already.

He ignored her for a moment, storing his owl in the above cupboard, and checking to make sure his broom was there as well. After a minute, he took a deep breath and turned around, to find the compartment empty. He nodded and smiled, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Makes my job a lot easier," he commented to himself, and exited the compartment to find his friends. Heading down the hallway, he was forced to dodge small children running, curses, and oddly enough, a group of toads croaking in the middle of the hallway. Chuckling to himself, he managed to make his way to the very back of the train, and threw open a compartment door, and spotted Pansy, Blaise, Theodore Nott, Goyle and Crabbe.

"There you are!" Pansy screeched, throwing her arms around Draco's neck and dragging him down into the empty seat next to her. Blaise nodded his head in greet, Crabbe and Goyle grunted, and Nott muttered a hello before returning to his book. Draco glanced at the cover, noticing it was Advanced Potions. He snorted quietly and looked back to Pansy.

"I was down the train, in the Heads' compartment, putting my shit away. Miss me already?" he asked, smirking as Pansy's lips closed around his. She nodded, seemingly happy that he had finally showed up. Blaise rolled his eyes.

"How long have you two been together?"

Draco shrugged, ignoring Pansy as she tried to count out the weeks they had been dating. It had barely been that long, and Draco was only in it for the shag. Pansy, on the other hand, had been at him forever to be together. They were meant to be together, she said, since she was rich and so was he. Draco had a feeling his father had put her up to it.

"Anyways Pans, I can't stay long. I have to go to that prefect meeting in a few minutes, when the train starts. I know," he said, hearing Pansy's groan, "but I have to. I'm Head Boy, remember. Don't give me that crap, Pansy."

Pansy rolled her eyes and grabbed his hand, entwining their fingers. They sat like this for a few minutes, and the rest of the group caught up on what each of them had done this summer. Draco barely listened; Pansy's hand had been creeping up his leg for some time. He smirked as she looked over to him, winking.

The train whistled just as Pansy's hand had reached to creep under his robe. "Fuck," he muttered, standing up roughly. Pansy threw him a nasty look and he ignored it, giving her another kiss before giving hurried goodbyes to the rest of his friends. He headed back to towards the prefects compartment, lost in his own thoughts.

Once there, he was forced to listen to the mindless rambling of some train conductor about good behavior on the train, and then Hermione stood forward to introduce herself as the new Head Girl.

"It's a big responsibility guys, but you all have an important job too. Alright, uhm… this is…Er…" Hermione trailed off, looking at Draco.

"Right then, thanks mudblood, for the kind words of encouragement." A few students gasped in surprise. "I'm Draco, call me Malfoy please. Or Sir. Master, if you so wish." A few Slytherin students laughed out loud at this. "I'm Head Boy, and I plan to abuse this position, and I expect all of you to do so as well."

Hermione gave him an extremely nasty look at that statement, and tried to cut in, but he headed her off.

"Anyways, just look out for the brats. Don't be afraid to use your power, that's what it's for. You'll never be a good prefect if you let everyone off; except your friends. Alright, off with you, I'm in need of a good firewhisky and then a nap."

The prefects looked appalled at Draco's behavior, but trickled out of the compartment quickly, calling out to their friends to wait up. Hermione busied herself with a few books she had, and then sat down behind the table of the compartment, immersed in whatever in hell she was reading.

Draco plopped himself noisily into a seat, yawning and stretching, and finally settled himself into a comfortable position. Hermione glared at him angrily for a moment, and Draco coughed.

"Yes?" Hermione asked, not polite at all.

"Ooo, manners, Granger."

"For you, not in this lifetime."

"A little feisty, I wonder how Ron likes that. In his bed, I suppose," Draco retorted, and Hermione's angry face appeared over the book again, beet red.

"As if that's any of your business."

"Oh, I think I hit a nerve."

Hermione started humming a song to block him out, but Draco started to hum louder.

"What is your problem!" she screamed, flinging the book across the table and missing him by mere inches. Draco looked at her, apprehensively, and picked up the book and placed it on the table.

"No problem, Granger, other than the fact that you're a good-for-nothing insufferable bookworm, and I'm not particularly looking forward to spending a year in your presence."

"Well, neither am I. So let's make this as painless as possible. You stay out of my way, and I'll stay out of yours."

"You don't make the rules Granger. Let me make this clear; my room is my room, and your stuff, and your friends," he spat, "better steer clear, or we're going to have some issues. I don't care what Potty and Weasel are to you, I don't wish any of them in my quarters, and you'll do well not to be giving out our password to either of them. Is that completely clear?"

Hermione looked at him, dumbfounded, like she had been slapped. She, however, recovered quickly, and her face got extremely red.

"I don't believe, Malfoy, that anyone made you King of the castle. I'll do what I wish, and if those rules apply to my friends, then your friends better understand them as well."

Draco eyed her maliciously and then stated, "Fair enough. We have a deal."

"Pleasure doing business with you," she replied nastily, slamming her book closed, and got up, crossed the room, and exited without another word. She didn't return for the remainder of the journey.

"Woah, Draco, slow down a bit," Pansy advice him as he devoured his second plate of chicken and potatoes. Draco shook his head, no, and continued to chew his chicken. Pansy shook her head in astonishment and continued to pick at her small piece of pork.

The sorting was over, and dessert was just around the corner. Draco had been starving, having just that small breakfast so many hours ago. After cleaning off that plate, dessert magically appeared. He grabbed a truffle and slice of pie, and dug into that.

After all was said, done, and ate, Draco settled back into his seat. His gaze wandered over to the Gryffindor table quickly, scanning it for the sign of his would-be new roommate. She was chatting animatedly with Ron, who was blushing the color of his hair. Harry was turned towards Lavender, who was talking about a mile a minute from what Draco could see.

"Ahem," Professor McGonagall said, clearing her throat. McGonagall was the new headmistress, after the unfortunate death of Dumbledore the previous year. The whole Hall fell silent almost immediately; Professor McGonagall was another teacher who could hold the silence of a class with ease.

"Welcome to a new year, old students. To our new ones, welcome to Hogwarts. Now, I am aware there is a war in process right now, but I want you all to feel safe at Hogwarts. I am available at all times; if not in my office, I may be in my classroom. For anyone wondering, yes, I have taken off both duties; Transfiguration and Headmistress."

"Moving on, I will remind you that the Forbidden Forest is off limits to all students. All trips to Hogsmeade had, of course, been suspended. I apologize, but it is unsafe at the moment. Also, I wish to address a final matter."

"We have a whole new host of new prefects this year, some old ones, of course, returning. I look to the prefects in this time to help care for the students' concerns. Finally, we have chosen a new Head Boy and Girl. If Draco and Hermione would join me please, up front."

Draco hastily stood, smoothing his robes and hair, and then proceeded to the stage. He flashed his famous smirk back at the Slytherin table, which erupted in cat calls, shouts and whistles. Hermione got a polite clapping from every table except Slytherin, and Gryffindors were chanting her name.

"Thank you. Draco Malfoy is the new Head Boy, a very courageous, hard-working, prominent wizard in our school as well as the community. Hermione Granger is our Head Girl, a very smart, honest and polite witch in and outside school and its' activities. I personally congratulate them, and wish them good luck."

Polite clapping followed this, and McGonagall stepped down from the podium, dismissing the students with a wave of her hand. She called over Draco and Hermione, ushering them into a side chamber off the hall.

"You both are well aware, I'm sure, that you will have your own common room and dormitories this year. This is a big responsibility as well as an honor. This gives you both privacy and solitary from the remainder of the school, and we hope you will take that to your advantage. I need not remind you, I'm sure, that your privileges can be stripped from you and given to another pupil if either of you misbehave. I'm sure, however, that this will not be an issue." She was looking at Hermione at those final words, and glanced at Draco fleetingly.

"I'll show you to your quarters then," she finished, heading out of the antechamber into the Great Hall, which was empty except for a few stragglers. She led them at a brisk pace, and even Draco was struggling to keep up. They climbed five flights of stairs and headed through two secret tapestries before reaching another hidden staircase, and at the top of that was a portrait.

"The password is Munchkin. No one else is to have the password, I hope that is understood. I personally don't want to hear complaints about break-ins or any such nonsense. Now, your belongings are already in your rooms. You two will be sharing a bathroom, so locking doors when using the facilities should be used. I doubt this will be an issue."

Hermione listened quietly while Draco tapped his foot impatiently.

"I do not want to hear complaints about fighting. I haven't got time for any rubbish. Be respectful if you can't get alone. Now, I must be off. Good luck you two," she finished quickly, and turned quickly on her toe and stormed off down the hall in quite the hurry. Hermione recited the password and the bald man in the painting allowed them entry.

They stepped into a room quite a deal smaller than normal common rooms, but much taller, and definitely more opulent. Paintings lined the simple silver and gold painted walls, leading all the way up to a set of four chandeliers, spaced out amongst the ceiling. There were comfortable armchairs, two leather couches, and several desks around the room. In the center of the far wall, there was an elaborate fireplace with a roaring fire in the grate, and a set of armchairs in front of it, next to a small coffee table. Next to the fire, shelves halfway up the walls were filled with dusty volumes of books, novels and other study materials.

Hermione walked steadily towards the books, and lightly let her fingers brush over the spines. Draco snorted and headed to a desk with his name on it. He rummaged momentarily in the drawers, which were filled with parchment, quills and ink. He smiled to himself; already set for work.

At the same time, the two looked towards the right wall, where two plain black doors were. Draco stepped towards the one with his name above it; it opened easily at his touch and he headed up the stone staircase. At the top, there was another door, which led into his new bedroom.

It was similar to his bedroom in the Slytherin common room, except he was the only one in it now. His trunk was situated at the end of his bed, his broom lying next to it. His four poster bed looked comfortable and was topped by a thick down green comforter. Beside his was bed was a small cabinet, where he could store small belongings. On the far wall was a window, which looked out past the lake to the outskirts of Hogsmeade.

On the opposite wall was another door, which led into the bathroom he supposed. He stepped through that door and set his eyes on a white tiled extravagant bathroom, decked with two showers, sinks, a toilet, and a bath the size of a small swimming pool. On the edge of the pool was a Jacuzzi with jets and bubbly soap, from what he could see.

"It's a nice place, isn't it?" Hermione said, piquing Draco's attention. He looked up and sneered at her.

"Yeah and it'd be a whole hell of a lot better without you around."

"You aren't capable of being civil, are you?"

"Not so much to you, mudblood."

"Do not call me that. It's rude and demeaning."

Draco didn't say anything else, but turned to leave.

"Nothing to say to that?"

"Nothing, but if you continue to talk I'm going to hex you so you can't talk anymore," he threatened, and strode silently out of the bathroom, leaving Hermione mouthing wordlessly in his wake.

After settling into his room and enjoying a quick reading session by the fire, Draco headed up to take a shower. He allowed 15 minutes worth of hot water to pelt his skin, and then got out and toweled off. There was a knock on the door, which he ignored and continued to get changed. Hermione knocked again, more urgently this time.

"Two fucking minutes, Merlin's beard!" he yelled back, and the knocking ceased. He hurried to comb his hair and then unlocked the door leading to Hermione's room, and headed back into his. He heard the click of the lock bolting into its place, but ignored it.

Draco blew out the candle in his room, and he was plunged into darkness. He lay in his soft bed, warmed by heating pans under the sheets. He sighed a breath of content, and closed his eyes. He was fast asleep five minutes later.

A/n- Hope you like. Also, the title is a bit lacking. I wasn't sure what to have for a title. I'm a little iffy on this one, so I'll let you know if it's going to change. Hope you liked- read and review. :D