Disclaimer: K now obviously I dont own Harry or any thing to do with the books - thats just silly.

Yo people, this is my first story on fanfiction so please be nice :-) Overall I'm kinda pleased how this turned out, I have the attention span of a gerbil usually so this is good for me. Reveiw and let me know whatyou think - I love this writing thing so if you have any ideas let me know. Enjoy!

Oh, by the way I'm english but the spellchecker I used isn't and i only used it for parts of the story and also i can't spell so don't get cross at me!

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'Shut up' mumbled Hermione Granger as her novelty alarm clock cockadoodaldooed it'self off her bedside cabinate, 'please just shut up' The alarm clock, however chose to ignore her simple request and continued to make the horrible noise until Hermione heaved herself out of bed. Even before adolecence Hermione had never been a morning person and in 6th year at hogwarts Harry and Ron had bought her an alarm clock that refused to shut up until it's owner was out of bed, no doubt a purchase from Fred and George's joke shop.

Hermione rubbed her eyes groggily but smiled broadly when she remembered what day it was. Monday december third. Her first day of her last year at hogwarts. Forgetting her annoyance at being woken up at twenty past six by the sound of a constipated cockrel, Hermione began to dash around her room pulling on her clothes and checking her trunk that she had packed the night before. She paused in front of the mirror to apply mascara and lip gloss and ran a brush though her hair to tame her wild mane in to soft curls that fell gently down her back. It was safe to say that over the holidays, Hermione had done a certain amount of growning up. Her boy chest had blossomed in to a pert bust, her waist had become considerably curvyer and her hair which was once a mass of brown fuzz had managed to turn in to long soft waves without the use of magic.

Much later Hermione appeared in the living room after lugging her trunk down the stairs and greeted her parents.

'Morning Hermione' Croaked her Dad, she had inherited her mood in the morning from him

'Morning Daddy, are you going already?' she said to her father who was already half way out the door, 'sorry poppet must dash, your mum can drive you to the station' and with that he was gone.

Ordinarily Hermione would have been a little bit peeved that her father did not wish to stay a while to say goodbye to his only daughter but today was going to be perfect and nothing or no-one could spoil it for her.

Once at the station Hermione was greeted by Harry and Ron who appeared to have grown about a foot each over the summer. Harry swept Hermione in to a big bear hug that lifted her of her feet and Ron high fived her after she showed them her head girl badge. She had been a bit disappointed when she found that neither of them had got head boy and wondered who it might be. The three made there way to the train quickly in order to get good seats. Out of the corner of her eye Hermione could see Draco Malfoy looking very pissed off at having just had his mother kiss him publicly. She suppressed a smirk.

About half an hour into the journey an announcement called, calling head boy and head girl to report to the teachers cabin immediately. Hermione, who had already changed in to her robes lept out of her seat and exitedly made her way up the cabin.

Hermione found herself inside a cabin that had been magically enchanted to be bigger than the space it was taking up, rather like the Weasly's car. At the front of the room was McGonagell sat at a desk , drumming her fingers on it. 'Hermione' She said as warmly as she had ever heard the teacher, 'I trust you had a good summer holidays' it wasn't much of a question so Hermione chose to nod a smile, 'this shan't take long' she went on, 'but I have no wish to repeat myself so we shall wait untill the head boy comes along and I will tell you both together. Have a seat. Hermione was just about to lower herself in to one of the armchairs that had just appeared when none other than Draco Malfoy sauntered in to the room sporting a badge a lot like Hermiones. Hermione didn't even try to hide her disgust at him being head boy, Malfor merely smirked and turned his attentions to Professer McGonagell.

'Right, now first of all, congratulations to the both of you for becoming heads, I'm sure that you will both live up to the resposiblilities placed upon you and that neither of you will abuse your power over the other students' at this comment Hermione stiffled a giggle. The thought of Malfoy having authority over so many students and not abusing the privelige was laughable. Thankfully McGonagell didn't seem to notice and went on. 'The prefects will patrol the corridors every evening until cerfew at ten O'clock when you two will take over until eleven. I have already arranged a timetable for the prefects so you needn't worry about that. You will be in charge of organizing the Halloween, christmas and valentines day balls. The prefects will, of course, assist you with this. You will have privet bedrooms and a shared bathroom and common room. You will be shown to your rooms after the sorting ceremony by me.' She paused briefly before saying, 'I trust that the pair of you will be on your best behavior in each others company, it is known of your feelings towards each other but I want no complaints no whining, Dumbuldoor has chosen the pair of you for a reason and I will thankyou to respect his wishes. I will see you both after the sorting ceremony.' With that she diverted her attentions to her book which lay in front of her and Hermione and Malfoy left without another word.

When they were safely in the corridoor and out of earshot, Draco turned to Hermione, 'my my havn't we grown' he said giving her the once over. Hermione's eyes narrowed as she looked Draco straight in the eye.

'You better stay out of my way this year Malfoy' she said with venom

'Or what?' he asked mockingly 'Going to get your boyfriends on to me?'

'Yeah' Said Hermione half laughing, 'touch me and I'll get my boyfriends on to you' she rolled her eyes and walked away before letting him say anything in response.

Draco Malfoy was left red faced and fuming how had she done that? He wondered, instead of being insulted and speechless she had fought back, made him sound totally childish and had the last word. She'll see, he thought, nobody gets one over on Draco malfoy.

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After the sorting ceremony had finished and everybody in the great hall had gone off to their respective dorms Hermione was left alone with Malfoy, who seemed to be in a foul mood and professer McGonagell. McGonagell got to her feet and lead Draco and Hermione out of the hall. The journey to their dorms seemed to go on forever, they walked through corridor after corridor until McGonagell stopped outside a portrait of a young girl.

'Good evening Head boy, good evening head girl, good evening professer' she squeaked 'Good evening Milly' said McGonagell then to Hermione and Draco

' Think of a password, not too obvious please we don't want anybody guessing it. I must go, head duties at ten o'clock remember, goodnight.'

'What will the password be then?' Milly said to hermione, ignoring Draco

'Hey what about me?' he said insulted by this.

'you're a boy, I don't like boys, besides you don't look very nice. What do you think,' the girl had turned to Hermione 'boys are smelly?'

'I think that will do quite nicely' said Hemione, 'boys are smelly' and the portrait swung open.

Nothing could have prepared Hermione for the sight that lay before her. It was stunning. A beautiful fireplace squashy looking chairs and two tapestries one silver and green with a serpent on, the other red and gold with a lion. Candles lit the room and the ceiling was enchanted like the great hall, to a starry sky. Hermione gasped in wonder as she looked around, then remembered that Malfoy was behind her.

She turned to see him, even he couldn't deny that the room was perfect. Malfoy looked bored,

'well I suppose it will do…' he started, Hermione gave him a look that could kill, 'oh, sorry, I forgot that you've probably never even seen a gallon before, you being a poor dirty mudblood and all that'.

His words stung but amazingly Hermione seemed to be able to stay calm she spoke slowly yet casually 'if being a poor, dirty mudblood means that I don't have to live like you, don't have to have your poor excuse for a family and have'nt inherited that disgusting face of yours,' She breathed ' then I'm very happy.'

Draco looked murderous, he was speachless, he opened his mouth but no words could come,

'see you later Malfoy' said Hermione wearing a smirk that he would have been proud of,

' I'm off to see what kind of a room hogwarts will give a poor dirty mudblood' She left Draco in shock and strode proudly up the spiral staircase that lead to her room. Hermione was happy enough to burst, she had left Draco speechless twice now and she could see that it was never going to get boring. The look on his face when she had called him ugly was hilarious, it was obviously complete rubbish.

Draco too had grown over the summer, his usually scraped back hair now hung loosely around his eyes giving him a kind of mysterious look that could melt any girl's heart. He had filled out over the summer as well, his shoulders were broad and he held himself confidently. There was no doubt that Draco Malfoy was undeniably hot but there was no harm in telling him he wasn't.

Hermione skipped the last few steps and pushed open the dor to her room. She had been expecting reds and golds and everything to be very griffindoor. Instead she found soft pink walls with the odd gold swirl here and there. A white carpet with a gold and silver rug, to one side of the room was a door, Hermione assumed to be the bathroom, a small white loveseat decorated woth pink and gold cusions next to a large bookcase. On the other side of the room was a vainity and a wardrobe. The most beautiful thing though, was the bed. It was in the middle of the room, a four poster bed. With pink and gold shimmery fabrics hanging loosely from the postes, a white duvet cover with pink and gold swirls and a variaty of decorated cusions, of course being pink and gold. It was a princesses room, it was girly beyond belief. Hermione loved it. She must have been stood there for an hour because suddenly she heard a soft voice say,

'Hermione love you best get downstairs your patrolling dueties are about to start'

Hermione spun around almost jumping out of her skin.

'Over here' said the voice Hermione looked at the full length mirror that was on the opposite wall, her mouth formed a small 'o' as she thanked the mirror and ran out.

When she reached the bottom of the stairs Draco was waiting for her, he was obviously still pissed off about earlier and Hermione resisted the urge to rub it in. 'Took your time' he grumbled, 'come on'. Hermione wordlessly follwed him out of the portrait. Once they were out hermione said 'right, well I better do this floor and..' Hermione was cut off by Draco,

'No we have to patroll together'

'says who?' she asked

'says this note from Dumbledoor' said Draco waving a roll of parchment in the air.

They walked down the corridor in silence, after about half an hour Draco stopped abruptly. Hermione stopped and looked back at him, confused.

'What?'she asked

'i'm not ugly' said Draco slowly. Hermione was thrilled that it had gotten to him so much and laughed.

'OK then Malfoy' she said and rolled her eyes. This wasn't good enough for him, he walked up to her and stood about half a foot away,

'I'm really not, have you seen the amount of girls falling over me?' Hermione had seen the girls drooling all over him but decided not to admit to it, pissing him off was just too much fun.

'If by that you mean your mother, then yes, but I would hardly call her a girl, she looks more like a troll to me!.'

Draco's eyes turned dark and he stepped closer to her his body towering over hers as he leaned down and wispered in her ear 'you watch that filthy little mouth of yours'

His lips brushed her ear and Hermione felt her stomach jolt uncomfortably. He moved his mouth from her ear and brushing her cheek with his brought his head up to face her. Her big brown eyes were startled and wide. Selfconciousely Draco noticed just how stunning she looked just then. Hermione was speachless. Then in a moment of triumph Draco realised that he had got her back he had left her with nothing to say. To make sure it stayed that was he quickly left Hermione standing alone in the corridor.

Both teenagers had an interesting nights sleep that night, Hermione was furious with herself for letting Draco get one over on her like that and Draco couldn't get the image of Hermione's wide innocent eyes out of his head.

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Draco's glory of the other night was short lived. The following morning, Hermione had been back to her usual, quick-witted self and the pair had been swapping insults all week. Draco had not got the courage to come on to Hermione as he had before through fear of taking too far and embarassing himself horribly. So he had settled for the lame stabs at her friends, her parents and the odd mudblood thrown in occasionally. Before they knew what had happened, September had passed and they found themselves preparing the Halloween ball.

'I want it to look pretty' whined Hermione as Draco held up a decoration covered in bloody heads.

'Its halloween, it's not supposed to be pretty!' Draco almost shouted

'I don't care' said Hermione, admiring a silvery sparkly streamer

'God your impossible' Sighed Draco, he was too sleepy to be angry it was approaching midnight and the pair had been up for hours trying to agree on how to decorate the great hall. They were sat in the common room surrounded in boxes of decorations. They fire was blazing and outside a storm was howling.

'I want it to be kind of moonlight mystical scary rather than in your face blood and guts' Hermione was not giving in

'Fine have it your way, I really don't care, just so long as we can use these'

Draco produced a small box and opened it. Out flew millions of time bats that filled the room. Hermione jumped, 'Fine' she said 'just get them back in the box'

Draco muttered a spell and the little creatures went back into their box.

After another hour of choosing decorations they decided to turn in. Hermione didn't want to be too late as tomorrow was Saturday and she had made plans to go to hogsmade with Lavender and Ginny for the morning.

'Night Malfoy' she said, 'we can decorate the hall tomorrow afternoon'

'Night mudblood' said Draco, feeling that he had been far too nice this evening. Draco's word hurt a little but Hermione, who was too tiered to retaliate, settled for a simple 'shut up Malfoy' and went to bed

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Coats on hoods up. Hermione, Lavender and Ginny all walked quickly out of the castle. The rain was pouring and it was a mirical that any of them could see where they were going.

'Any idea what kind of costume you want?' asked Ginny as they were approaching Hogsmade, 'I think I want ot go vamp'

'I'm not sure' said Hermione, 'I think I might like to go as a fairy.

She immediately thought about the look on Draco's face if she turned up wearing a pretty dress and wings. He was annoyed enough about the fact that they were decorating the hall with the abscense of blood and guts and any thing too scary. She smiled to herself.

Much later when Ginny had picked out the perfect vampire outfit and Lavender had found a little devil dress, they came to the very last of the costume shops. Hermione had been picky all day about her dress. She wanted it to be perfect. After about half an hour of browsing Hermione stopped suddenly, there it was. Long and floaty with a fitted bube tube top was the most beautiful dress Hermione had ever seen. It was all white and the bodice was decorated with lots of tiny little beads. On the back of the dress was a pair of delicate little wings that had been enchanted to flutter. It was more than she was planning to spend but at that point she really didn't care.

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That afternoon, as promised, Draco and Hermione were decorating the great hall. They were not allowed to use any spells so hermione was balancing on the top of a very tall ladder with Draco at the bottom. 'There' she said climbing down the ladder, 'all done' as she reached the bottom she missed a step and came tumbling down. Draco, who had been ready for this let go of the ladder and held out his arms. They said nothing. Hermione was looking up at Draco who had his arms clasped tightly around her waist. Very slowly Draco's face began to move towards hers. His lips were about a millimeter away from hers. Hermione could hear her heart in her ears. He was going to kiss her. 'BANG' the ladder hit the floor with a huge crash and they quickly sprung apart.

Draco had no idea what had happened back then. He had seen her wobbeling and was prepared to let her fall and then make rude remarks about it. What possessed him to catch her? He thought later on and why the hell did he nearly kiss her?

Hermione was equally confused, she didn't like the way her stomach jolted everytime he looked at her and she hated the fact that the hairs on her neck had stood up when she was in his arms. Much later after dinner,after everybody had gone to bed it was time to do their nightly patrolling duites. They walked along the deserted corridors in silence apart form Draco who was singing to himself. 'Would you please be quiet' said Hermione much more harshly than she had intended. At this comment Draco sung louder. Hermione managed to contain her frustration, muttered a few swear words under her breath and carried on walking. The almost kiss was as good as forgotten.

It was the 31st of October and approaching eight thirty. Hermione stood in front of her full length mirror. Her dress fitted her perfectly, her hair was down and settled in beautiful soft, long curls. Her face was flawless and she had shimmery powder on her cheekbones and eyelids. Her wings fluttered slowly behind her. She left her room to meet Draco in the common room. The heads had been made to go together much to their dismay. She took a deep breath before walking down the stairs.

Draco had been waiting for Hermione for five minuites, which for most people would be nothing but for Draco it was danm insulting. He was of course dressed as dracula in a long black cloak. He heard Hermione coming down the stairs and prepared himself to have a big go at her. His plan however, failed miserably. The moment he saw her it ws like a silencing charm had been sem on him. He just stoop and gaped a her. He managed to regain his composure and half heartdly croaked,

' took your time mudblood.' Hermione who was already feeling nervous about the night snapped at him,

'just you keep your big mouth shut and lets get this over with'

They walked through the corridor in silence and paused outside they entrance to the great hall to make their grand entrance. Draco held out his arm and Hermione sulkily took it. Her mood was lifted slightly by the sight of the hall. They had done a good job. They quickly parted and Hermione ran off to find Harry and Ron. They were, as she presumed, stood by the buffet.

'Wow' said Harry, 'Hermione you look great' Hermione grinned at the sight of her friend, ever the joker Harry had turned up as a pumpkin. Hermione looked over at Ron who's eyes were focused directly on her cleavage,

'RON!' she yelled. Ron turned bright pink and mumbled something along the lines of only being human.

Draco watched Hermione from a distance with Pansy Parkinson at his side looking pretty pissed off at the fact that Draco had failed to say one word to her all evening. She followed his gaze and ,realising who he was looking at, slipped away.

Hermione was stood alone at the punch bowl, the boys had gone off to dance. She was just pouring herslef some more punch when Pansy arrived at her side.

'Wow, it's the mudblood all dressed up' she hissed, 'and still, dispite the make up, the dress you still manage to look as revolting as ever'

Her words hurt, it would have helped if Pansy wasn't so obviously pretty with her blond hair, she really was Barbie. A moment later Pansy got a glass of blood red punch and had tipped it down her top. Hemione was fuming she pushed Pansy away and stormed out of the hall. Draco had seen everything and quickly followed her.

As the pair of them left the hall it became apparent that it wasn't just Ron who had thought she looked amazing tonight. Sitting in the teacher's row the potions master smiled to himself.

'So is the punch part of the outfit?' came a mocking voice from behind her when she was in the corridoor. She didn't have to turn around she knew perfectly well who was behind her.

'Fuck off Malfoy' she said

'No really it really gives that little bit extra to the outfit you know' he was really enjoying this.

'I said FUCK OFF' yelled Hermione spinning round and lifting up her arm to smack him.

He quickly grabbed her arm, pulled it to her side and then held her arms behind her back. 'Or what?' he wispered dangerously. Hermione struggled under his weight and Draco leant down crushing his lips to hers. Hermione's eyes fluttered shut as she forgot to struggle and started to kiss him back with as much force as he was kissing her. The kiss seemed to last years although they both knew it had only been a few seconds. When Draco let her go she said angrily, 'what the hell was that for?.' 'Self defence.' He said simply and sauntered off leaving Hermione alone and completely gobsmacked.

(ok like wow i have never written so much in my life not even for school, good golly!)