Hello! I am Isabella, from the future… I am re-editing this story, because I actually kind of love it. The first few chapters were honestly just for fun, and then I actually got into the storytelling side of it and so now I am correcting each chapter and making them a little better! So if you start reading it and notice changes throughout, it is just me editing away. I have been away from it for 6 years, but I am going to try and finish it- I know where I want to take it, it is just finding the time in this busy life you know!

Rated M for language & sex scenes in future chapters.

My first Fan-fic, so bare with me people.

Enjoy!

"But professor! You can't possibly expect me to live with Malfoy and NOT kill him!" protested Hermione, while Albus looked at her with his old sky blue eyes.

"Miss Granger, I perfectly understand that you do not get along with-"

"Get along with him? Sir, with all due respect, I hate the boy. Sharing a common room or living within the same vicinity as him would be like living in hell," she screeched, "and I can't promise I wont hex him in to the next world!" Hermione knew she was taking out her misplaced anger on Professor Dumbledore, but how could he think that this was a good idea?

Ever since she found out she was going to be Head Girl for her last year of Hogwarts, she was nothing but excited- as for when she found out who the head boy was... Well... things changed rather drastically.

"Miss Granger," he said calmly, " I understand that you are not happy with the situation-" He put up his hand to silence her before she interrupted. "But you have to understand that I cannot change the rules of this school. I may be headmaster, but the Heads have always shared a common room and lived in the same part of the castle for centuries. I cannot change what has been done for so long." He looked at her sadly, "I am very sorry of the inconvenience to you. I truly am. Who knows? Maybe you and Mr. Malfoy will become great friends."

"That ferret and I will never be friends." she hissed. But she remembered who she was addressing, "Sorry professor, I'm just stressed about everything... It's just so unfair."

"That is quite alright Miss Granger. If you still feel this strongly about living with Mr. Malfoy in a few weeks, there is a possibility we could discuss things further and plan a call to action."

She looked at him with a sad smile, "Thank you, professor."

"I do believe it may be time for the feast tonight, shall we?" He signaled the exit of his office.

She honestly couldn't fathom living near Ferret-boy-Malfoy for an entire year. He has been torturing her ever since their first year and she loathed him for it.

This year, Hermione didn't look like her old self. Her bushy hair was now tame and fell down in soft curls down to the middle of her back. She had gotten a lovely tan after her 3 month holiday in Greece and she had managed to keep the tan with a little spell she had learned recently. At the end of the summer, before visiting the Burrow- her best friend Talia in her muggle home on the outskirts of London had done a complete makeover on her. Although Hermione did not really want to have it, she was pleasantly surprised when she saw the results...

During the war, she was not accustomed to wearing makeup, or even washing her hair for that matter. Now she started wearing a hint of make-up here and there. Her beautiful hazel eyes were complimented by the dark eyeliner and eye shadows she adorned daily.

She had formed her eyebrows perfectly with her wand and took better care of her appearance- so as not to look like the bushy browed, bucked tooth little girl from her first year at Hogwarts. This year she wanted to be different. She was going to show everyone how fun and exciting she could be. The last few years had been so dark and gloomy, she couldn't think of such menial things. It also seemed silly to be so excited about being Head Girl after so much had happened these past few years. Just for once, she desperately wanted an ounce of normalcy in her life. As she never got the chance to be a normal teenage witch before then.

As school was mostly her top priority, this year she was determined that she would stay on top of her studies as well as her Head Girl duties- striving to excel in both.

Although she had to do plenty of research on Horcruxes, wards and protection spells throughout this war-torn last year, she really missed her books and academia. She was greatly pleased when Hogwarts invited all of the students who missed out on their last year to return.

Hermione felt as though this small change in her life- her appearance- could help start this entirely new chapter in her life on a positive note. She certainly noticed how many boys from her school had checked her out at Kings Cross on platform 9 3/4 earlier that day.

"Hermione dear, have a lovely time at Hogwarts and do take care of my dear Ginny, won't you?" Molly Weasley held onto Hermione tightly.

"Of course Molly! Thank you for letting me stay at the burrow for the past 2 weeks. I will miss you so much, and your cooking!"

Mrs. Weasley smiled at the girl her son was so in love with. Ron had loved Hermione since the day after he saw her. He was rather miffed at her the first day due to the whole "It's Le-vi-osa not Levi-osa" situation. She was such a know-it-all. But that is just one of the things that he loved that about her…

"Harry, Ronald, COME ON, we are going to be late!" Hermione shouted as the two boys sat on their trunks, half asleep. They weren't used to waking up this early- and they hated it.

"Yes, yes. We're coming! Don't get your knickers in a twist!" Ron shouted back. Hermione's icy stare was enough to shut him up after that.

Harry couldn't help but laugh at the two. With all their fighting and bickering all these years- Ron had never really admitted to being in love with her. Even though they all knew about it. They had shared a small kiss in the Chamber of Secrets, but Harry had deduced that it was their adrenaline pumping and the sheer relief of destroying another one of Voldemort's horcruxes. He was usually the peacekeeper for them, but he was just too tired to bother today. They all said their goodbyes to Molly and Arthur and worked their way towards the train.

It was going to be a good year he thought, though he was sad it was the last time he would ever be inside what was always considered his home. This was the first year he did not need to worry about Voldemort coming to kill him or his friends. The last battle proved them victorious against the dark side and against a potentially dark future. Of course, it did not mean there were no dark followers around, just quite a few less.

After camping out for almost 6 months with his best friends -looking for horcruxes and destroying them- Harry was planning to have a relaxing time at Hogwarts this year. Who knows? Maybe he'd even have some fun. Of course, 'Mione would not let him forget about the upcoming N.E.W.T.S this year, so he has that to look forward to. He still has to figure out what it is he wants out of life after Hogwarts- he considered becoming an Auror, but now he honestly wasn't sure.

The ever-gracious red headed Ronald could not help but stare at Hermione's new beautiful form. Once he closed in on her face, he focused on the curvature of her jawline, her stunning mouth, her rosy cheeks, her petite and upturned nose…

However, once he reached her eyes he had noticed her watching him watch her. In embarrassment, he quickly averted his gaze and pretended to look for something imaginary on the floor. Hermione was well aware of Rons abashed feelings for her. It was all well and good, and she would happily date him- But he would always be too shy to ask her out, so what on earth could she do?

Sensing someone else's eyes on her, she turned her head to look around, seeing a gorgeously tanned man looking at her with wide eyes. It took Hermione a second, but she remembered him to be Blaise Zabini. He was a Slytherin and best friend of the ferret extraordinaire -and self-proclaimed Slytherin prince- Draco Malfoy. He was ridiculously handsome… What the hell was he doing, staring at her like that?

Blaise could not believe what he was seeing. Who was this stunning siren standing before him? He looked at her with wide eyes, he didn't know if he had ever seen such a gorgeous creature in his life. He saw a hint of recognition, but almost slapped himself for thinking it could be Hermione Granger. No way was that her. He looked at her a bit more closely, then saw who she was with, Pot-head and Weasel-be. It must be her then?

He saw her staring back at him with confusion in her eyes, and quickly turned around and tried making conversation with Pansy Parkinson. That was interesting. Pug-face didn't know the difference between Potions and Transfiguration. The girl was a walking argument for birth control if you asked him.

Blaise was still surprised once he was in his carriage, he had just checked Hermione Granger out. Book-worm extraordinaire. She looked exquisite. Although he will never admit it to his own Housemates, he had always greatly admired her infinitely brilliant mind. He was aware of her hatred of Slytherins, and who could blame her? Not one person in his House had treated her with any respect or dignity throughout the years. Idiotic stigma tied to being a muggle-born was bullshit in his opinion. But one must keep up pretenses when one is in a cave full of snakes.

He vowed, right then and there that he would get her one way or another. He was a charming Italian after all, how hard could it be?

"Miss Granger?" said McGonagall poking her head inside the carriage Hermione, Harry, Ginny, Neville, Ron and Luna shared.

"Hello Professor McGonagall, what can I do for you?" Hermione tried to be as serious as she could, but she was so pleased to see McGonagall again. That woman was a boss. The way she protected her school with expert grace in their time of need was an utter inspiration to Hermione.

"If you wouldn't mind, please follow me." Hermione did so without another word.

"Professor, am I in some sort of trouble?"

McGonagall gave Hermione an exasperated look, "You were supposed to be in the Heads' Compartment with the head boy. It was in your letter, I shouldn't have had to come all the way here to remind you." She said in a disapproving tone.

Hermione's face whitened. She clearly had to get more organized. Forgetting small details like these were completely unlike her and she couldn't keep going down this road if she expected to excel (in all things) this year. She must have been dazed by all the attention thrust on her on the platform. It does things to a girls head!

She proceeded to follow McGonagall to the Heads' compartment on the other side of the train.

Before McGonagall left she gave Hermione a small smile, "Ms. Granger, it is honestly good to see you my dear" and hugged her quickly. Hermione albeit caught by surprise, was incredibly happy to hug the old professor back. McGonagall was not one for emotional displays in public, so she was honoured to be the object of her affections (as not many were).

Once she entered the compartment, she saw a silver-blonde haired wizard reading the 'Daily Prophet'. Without so much as a glance in her direction, she had time to piece together that this absolute dickhead was the Head Boy. After noticing movement in the corner of his eye, he looked up and saw a rather pale-faced Hermione Granger.

"What in Hades' name are you doing here, Granger?" he spat.

"I'm the Head Girl you fuckwit. What are you doing here?"

"Oh of course you are Head Girl, they couldn't find anyone as smart as you in the whole school" He smirked. "Aside from me of course. Looks like I'm your Head Boy, match made in the heavens, don't you think?" Granger was looking ridiculously good to Draco at this moment in time. He knew he infuriated her with anything he said, and seeing her pale face go a lovely shade of pink and her anger get the better of her... He had to cross his legs in order to hide her affect on him. "And where is The-boy-who-just-won't-die & the Weasel?" It was unnatural being civil with her.

"Fuck my life. I know you're the fucking Head Boy, Malfoy. I'm not an idiot. I cannot believe I have to spend this entire train ride with you and this whole year living near you." She was utterly devastated. "and honestly, I am uninterested in any of your antics today. This is stressful enough without me having to babysit you." Hermione looked at him with fire in her eyes.

Truth be told, he looked really very good. He was always handsome, but too cold…Too boyish for her. However, he had filled out nicely. Growing into his now rugged features, he had lost all of his boyish cuteness to give way to perfectly symmetrical bone structure and a strong Roman nose. His black T-shirt showed off his toned arms and muscles undoubtedly developed through his love of Quidditch. He was a striking silver-fox, and Hermione cursed herself for noticing it. Of course she would never admit this to him. Or anyone for that matter. She felt her face grow hot and knew she was blushing… She attempted to hide it with no avail, she cursed her face for always betraying her.

"Granger, Granger, Granger. Where is all of this animosity coming from? Can't we all just get along? I'll play nice if you do…" He noticed her flushed face and smirked again just to show her that he wasn't about to shut up.

"You have never played nice in your life, Malfoy. I bet you threw sand at other kids in kindergarten," rolling her eyes.

"Also, are you flirting with me?" she asked, over-analysing his words.

"Untrue Granger, I am- and have always been a true and complete gentleman. Even in kindergarten." he smirked, "My, my. Granger, I am shocked you know what 'flirting' even is! Alas, I do not flirt with know-it-all bookworms- but you're more than welcome to fantasize about me any time you like." He smiled like the Cheshire cat. Hermione was unsure as to how to respond. He was being vaguely charming and a huge asshole at the same time. Usually she would have some tart reply, but she did not have the energy to do this with him today.

"Okay Malfoy, how about we just don't speak for the rest of the ride? Your ego is so large, I am getting suffocated. And I am entirely too tired to deal with you today."

"That's not the only thing that's large…" he wiggled his eyebrows.

Surprised at this playful side she had never encountered with Malfoy, she could think of nothing to say but "Honestly. How childish." Disgusted and intrigued by his strange 'flirtation' at the same time. She walked out of the carriage and attempted to compartmentalise her feelings for this absolute snake. Her opinion of him had changed this year, but it didn't mean he wasn't a complete dick-head.

Draco knew he had won this round, so he smirked and merely lifted his Daily Prophet and kept on reading. When Hermione came back in to the compartment he did not look up nor comment at her return.

He was never this cordial… she thought, looking at him suspiciously. Draco just kept smirking behind his paper, knowing exactly what he was going to do this year.

The grand feast was never a disappointment here at Hogwarts. The wonderful elves that worked all day to create this incredible feast had earned all of the students' respect and gratitude. It was a rather eventful dinner. She knew she would have to deal with the puke-blood sooner or later. But now she had to focus on telling her best friends the news. It took all she had to muster up the courage to actually tell them where she was going to be living and who she was going to be living with this upcoming year.

Interrupting her train of thought,

"Soherniionhebwhatsgoinfdegonkgwithlkfbyou?" Ron said chewing on a chicken leg (one in each hand).

"Ronald! I can't possibly understand what you are trying to say with half masticated chicken in your mouth!" she hissed at him.

He looked at her apologetically, and she felt her face soften up. She didn't mean to snap at him. This Malfoy situation has her completely wound up, but she should not take it out on her best friends.

"Mate- please listen to Hermione and swallow your food before speaking, I just got a preview of what your bowels have to work on later," Harry told Ron in a mock-serious tone.

Ginny and Neville started laughing. And Luna... well... she's just Luna. No one really knows what she is doing or what she's thinking. Nargles, most likely...

Hermione smiled... She was trying not to laugh at poor Ronald. She could always count on Harry to lighten the mood.

Hermione found herself glancing over at the Slytherin table from time to time, for what reason- she did not know. She had not noticed yet, but Blaise Zabini was rather obviously staring at her. When he saw her looking over towards their table, he looked away and attempted to tune in to whatever conversation Draco, Pug-face Parkinson, Daphne Greengrass and Vincent Crabbe were having.

"Hermione? Herrrmmmiiionnnee? Wake up!" Trying to get Hermione out of her trance, Ron waved a hand over her face.

Harry, who was sitting next to her, shook her a bit. "What?" Hermione asked, annoyance evident in her voice.

"I asked you how it was going with the Head Girl thing...?" Ron said, not liking how much she had snapped at him in only a few hours.

"Oh of course, I'm sorry Ronald." Her face filled with genuine sorrow. "I have yet to be given any duties, so I don't quite know. I'm sure it will be fine!" She was dreading what she was about to tell them now.

"Guys, I do have something to tell you... As you know, being Head Girl entails me to share a common room and part of the castle with the Head Boy... Rather far away from the Gryffindor tower..."

"Yeees?" Ginny persisted. Rons' face fell.

"Well... See the thing is...the Head boy is..." Hermione wasn't sure she was ready to say it out loud... She knew it had to be done.

"C'mon 'Mione, spit it out." Harry said playfully.

"Okay, so the Head Boy is… Draco Malfoy." All the eyes went wide except for Ron's. He was still processing what she had just told them.

Then it began.

"No!" Harry said.

"Impossible!" said Ginny.

Neville was just looking at Hermione with a horrified expression.

"Why is he Head Boy?" said Luna, which was quite surprising to Hermione, as she didn't even think Luna was listening.

Then came Ronald's reaction.

"HOW THE FUCK COULD THEY LET THAT SNAKE LIVE SO NEAR YOU? THEY CAN'T FUCKING DO THIS. WHAT IF YOU NEED US? WHAT IF YOU NEED ME..." The shock and horror came from a very real place in Ron. He still did not trust Malfoy as he was certain that he was still the cruel, conniving bastard he had always been.

He had failed to notice every one in the great hall had fallen into silence while staring at him.

"RONALD. WEASLEY. Are you OUT of your MIND?" Hermione hissed, trying to keep her voice as low as possible.

He sat back down, not realizing that he had stood up and shouted at Hermione. She was glaring at him. Everyone in the hall started with their own conversations after a minute or two.

"Look! I had no choice," emphasizing each word, talking to all of them, "I have already been up to see Dumbledore. Nothing can be done. It's no use complaining about it. I am as unhappy as you are with the situation. There just isn't anything that we can do about it," she said, staring them all down. Changing her approach, "It won't be that bad," she said looking at them, "I'm sure he has changed..." she said more to herself than to the others.

Staring at their food, and after feeling sufficiently embarrassed, they all nodded and continued eating.

"We're sorry. We just freaked out a bit, ya know? Even if he has changed, it isn't like we trust that slimy bastard one bit! You can't blame us for being worried about you," Harry said calmly to Hermione.

"Yeah, sorry boo." Ginny was next.

"Hmph. Yeah... Sorry..." Ron mumbled.

"Sorry, 'Mione." Neville said in his low voice.

"Thank you. I was worried about telling you, but obviously you would eventually know. It'll be difficult, but I think we just have to power through it!" She said smiling sadly at all of them, they smiled back and continued eating. The conversation changed its tone and everyone got back to telling jokes and poking fun at Ron.

Hermione slowly and reluctantly moved up the stairs to her dormitory. She knew this year would be a difficult one. N.E.W.T.S and the added pressure of her Head Girl duties- not to mention living with her (she thinks- clinically) insane roommate. All hell would most likely break loose. Why did Malfoy have to be Head Boy? How did he con his way into that one?

As she saw the portrait door, she mumbled the password- "Bertie Botts Red and Green Beans"- why Albus has such an obsession with sweets she would never know.

"Hello, Ms. Granger," said a voice when she came into view of the common room. She saw a tanned wizard sitting on her and Malfoy's couch.

"What are you doing here?" Hermione asked incredulously.

Honestly, I am not the best writer (I am aware). It gets better after a while I promise!

I hope this was enjoyable for you anyway!

Would be fantastic if you would review, my lovelies.