Hermione yawned and got out of her lush gold and red Head Girl bed. Her eyes flickered to the wall to the right of her. She glared at it. Just on the other side was none other than Draco Malfoy, the Head Boy. The one person that she couldn't stand was the Head Boy. Of all people, she shared a common room with Draco Malfoy.

It was only the second day living with him, but it was already hell. He'd make a stupid comment about her in someway almost everytime she saw him. Each time Hermione wanted to say or do something, but held herself back. She wasn't about to be stripped of her Head Girl badge because of Draco Malfoy.

Hermione got into her own big tub and took a long bath. She had gotten up early, so she had time to waste. She sunk into the water with a sigh. She hadn't been this relaxed for a while. She sat there for a few before washing up and drying off. She got dressed into her Gryffindor uniform and pinned her Head Girl badge on her chest. She brushed her hair and teeth and walked out of her bathroom.

She grabbed her book bag from the foot of her bed and left her room. She set in down on the couch, not noticing Draco was laying there with his eyes closed.

"Can't you see someone is laying here or are all mudbloods blind?" growled Draco. He pushed her heavy book bag off his stomach and sat up to glare at Hermione.

"Sorry," Hermione muttered, but clearly not meaning it. "You shouldn't be laying there anyway, you have a room and a bed with it."

"I'll lay wherever the bloody hell I want to!" snapped Draco. He got up and headed to his room, still cursing under his breath about stupid mudbloods.

Hermione sighed and shook her head. She grabbed her book bag and decided to leave. She walked to the Gryffindor Common Room, knowing Harry and Ron weren't awake or ready yet. She muttered the password and walked through the hole. She climbed the stairs to the boys' dorms and went inside the 7th year boys' room. She was right. Harry and Ron were still asleep, along with the other Gryffindor boys. She smiled to herself. She knew a great way of waking them up.

"Harry, Ron, wake up! You're ten minutes late to potions class! Snape sent me down here! He is furious!" yelled Hermione. Five thuds filled the room. She had accidentally woken up everyone. They all looked at her horrified. Hermione covered her smile and giggles with her hand.

Harry and Ron looked at their watches and glared at Hermione. They untangled themselves from their sheets and got off the ground. They looked at each other, eyes glinting with mischief. The both ran at her. Eyes wide, but a smile on her face, Hermione ran out of the boys' dorm. She ran around one the couches. Harry went around one way and Ron went the other way.

"Not fair!" laughed Hermione.

"It's what you get. That wasn't funny. I wouldn't be surprised id Neville wet himself," Harry said, trying to be serious, but he was laughing. Ron was laughing along with him.

They closed in on her, grinning evilly. Hermione looked at both of them, giggling. They ran at her, tackling her to the couch. They tickled her, knowing it was her weakness.

"Ok! Ok! I'm sorry!" laughed Hermione. "Stop! I won't do it again! I promise." They stopped tickling her. She sat up and they sat on either side of her. "Ok, go get dressed." She slapped their stomachs and got up. They smirked at her and went to their room to get dressed.

Hermione shook her head and sat down on a chair by the fire. She looked around and knew she wouldn't be in here as often as she would have liked to be. 'This year will be a long one,' thought Hermione.

"So, how's living with the ferret?" Ron asked as they walked to breakfast fifteen minutes later. After three years, Malfoy the amazing flying white ferret was still hilarious and probably would be for the rest of their lives.

"I'd much rather be back in the Gryffindor Common Room with you two, but it's all right. As long as we're not in each other's way, nothing is said really," said Hermione. "It's only been days, but it feels like it's been forever."

"You can always come to us," said Harry. "We'll take care of the white ferret for you."

"I know, you guys are great friends," she put her arms around their necks. They each put an arm around her waist. They all laughed. They walked into the Great Hall and sat down at the Gryffindor Table.

Classes weren't all that great. Every professor was pairing up two people from different houses to work together. Hermione was always paired with Draco when he was in her classes. She suspected it was because they were Head Boy and Girl. It wasn't so bad in Potions though. Hermione could tell he loved potions and was really good at brewing it. He was different, calmer, when he was in Potions Class. She never noticed before. So, Snape didn't favor Draco much, he knew Draco was good at it.

That night, Hermione sat on the floor of her and Draco's common room, doing a Transfiguration essay. She stared at her paper, sucking on the tip of her candied quill, thinking. She could hear Draco's quill scratching from the desk. She continued to write, blocking out all sounds from her mind. Once she was finished, she got up and checked the clock.

"Malfoy, we have rounds," said Hermione. She started to collect all her papers and books. She picked them up and hauled them to her room. When she came back, Draco was standing near the portrait hole, waiting. "You could've already gone out and started."

Draco glared at her. "We're supposed to do this together, right?" Without waiting for her to reply, he left. Hermione followed him. They finished their round in an hour, meaning they had thirty minutes to spare until their 11 o' clock curfew.

Hermione just wandered around, going no where in particular. Even after being at Hogwarts for seven years, you'll keep finding new places and doors. Draco followed, but not closely. He kept to himself and Hermione kept to herself.

They got back to the common room just in time. Draco went to bed without so much as a word. Hermione decided to do the same. She could tell this year would be long and hectic.