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Draco and Hermione are the Head Boy/Girl for their 7th year at Hogwarts. Which means they had to share a…common room…god no…not that….anything but that. Both students were devastated and wished not to be together during these horrible times.

Voldemort was still on the loose and everyone keeps wishing Harry would come back. He had gone on the run looking for Voldemort; he was still unable to find him and school had started. Since no one could locate him, everyone went back for their final year with heavy hearts and long faces.

Hermione looked at Draco as he slept on the Hogwarts Express. He looked so helpless and innocent…Oh wait…what the hell was she thinking? For all she knows, he could have gotten his Dark Mark on his left arm this summer. If only she could get a look, then she would have a reason to find Harry other than she just wanted to see him. But how would she do that?

Draco shifted in his sleep and Hermione realized that she was staring at him. She decided to go to the bathroom and change into her robes; even though she was hours away from the school. When she came back she grabbed her book and looked at Draco again. She decided to wait until they were closer to wake him up. Reading was always a favorite pass-time for her and this book was the most interesting one of them all. She had probably read it at least 50 times and it never got old for her. Hermione looked out the window and found out that they were going really close to Hogwarts. She got up and shook Draco's shoulder.

"Malfoy…" said Hermione.

"What Granger?" he mumbled.

"Well I thought you might wanna know that we're almost to school. You might want to change."

Draco stared at her and sighed. "Yeah. Whatever." He got up and looked at her, whispered something along the lines of "mud-blood" and gave her a look. Hermione missed it and if she hadn't she would have wished she would have.

When Draco came back, Hermione had a book in her hand and was dozing off. 'Why must she always have to be the fucking smartest?' wondered Draco. Growing up, he got in so much trouble being only the second best. Malfoy's were supposed to be the best. At everything! But nooo…the stupid mud-blood had to go above and beyond. Bitch. However, she had gotten past her bushy hair phase and bloomed into a wavy hair, big breasted and sexy mud-blood. Wait, what was he thinking about? There is no way that this Weasley lover could be hot. He shook his head and took the book that she held in her hand and started to read it. Well, I might as well do something on the way there.

The book was actually really interesting so he stuffed it into his bag when the train came to a halt. Then woke up Hermione…barely touching her. "Thanks Malfoy." She looks around. "Hey, have you seen my book?"

"Why do you think that I care about a stupid book, mud-blood?" he sneered.

She gave him the most hateful look she could muster and answered and then said, "Look, Malfoy, since we both have to deal with each other this year all the time, I want to call truce. It's not worth it to be like this. Let's just save our breath until next year. Okay?"

He considered it and said, "Fine! Whatever. Just don't mention it to my father. Or friends. Or your friends. Or anyone for that fact. It's just a secret. In our common room and doing the rounds, that's it. Got it?" She nodded.

Guess it's better than nothing. She walked out off the train and looked for the carriages. Draco was standing next to one and was looking at her. "Come on, Granger. I haven't got all night." When she looked at him confused, he sighed heavily. "The Head Boy/Girl has to ride in the Head carriages together. Unfortunely." She nodded and got in.

"So, how was your summer, Malfoy?" she asked. She was trying to figure out if he had gotten his Dark Mark yet.

"Fine."

"Malfoy, I thought were going to be showing the white flag this year."

He scoffed. "Yeah, but just because you ask me a question, that doesn't mean that I have to answer it truthfully or even answer it at all."

Hermione sighed once again and wished that he would just tell her already. This is going to be a long year. She really needed to talk to Ginny to see what she thinks.

Later that night, the Sorting Hat had put 13 new kids into Gryffindor. Hermione sat next to Ginny after being briefed about the Head duties. Hermione tried talking to her but Ginny kept shush-ing her. "But, Ginny, its about Malfoy." This caught her attention and told Hermione to continue. "I want your help. I need to convince Malfoy to show me his arm. I need to know if he got his Mark yet."

"Well that's easy. Just seduce him. Duh, Hermione, and you call yourself the smartest witch."

"Seduce him? How would I do that? He finds me appalling. That will never work. Why would he want to touch a 'mud-blood', Ginny?"

"Well, it might be easier than you might think, Hermione," smiled Ginny. Hermione raised her eyebrows. "To explain, Malfoy hasn't taken his eyes off of you yet tonight."

Hermione glanced over in Draco's direction and caught his eye. As soon as their eyes connected they both caught their breath and looked away. When Draco looked back over, Hermione was looking back at him with those big, brown eyes. Finally, Hermione looked away. Draco felt something in heart….like it hurt to be apart. Oh, god, no….not this again…it's like 3rd year all over again. Dammit.