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Chapter 1

Hermione had said hello to her bestfriends, gave each of the three a hug and a kiss on the cheek and bad them farewell. She ran to the head of the train. She was Head Girl this year and had to have a meeting with Albus Dumbledore, the schools Headmaster, before arriving at Hogwarts.

Running down the corridor of the train she turned to say hello to a few of her fellow Gryffindor's. When she turned back around she ran into someone's chest and fell backwards. Picking herself up she uttered an apology only to then regret ever giving it.

"Watch where your going Granger, you filthy Mudblood! I would have expected such clumsiness from 'Weasel'. I guess since you spend so much time together he must be rubbing off on you!"

Draco Malfoy, the most loathsome, evil little prat in all of Hogwarts, was standing in front of her. His ice blue eyes glaring at her.

"Get out of my way Malfoy! Dumbledore is surely waiting for me." Hermione pushed past him.

"Oh, you mean he's waiting for us, don't you?

She turned again to face him."What are you talking about Malfoy,"she managed to squeak out already processing an answer in her head.

"To spend the whole year entertaining myself by torturing a know-it-all like you! I'll find that very facinating. As Head Boy and all, you know we will be sharing a dormitory?" He smirked.

Playing it cool, Hermione looked at his green vest, now noticing the bright shiny badge just below his Syltherin house insignia. "I can't begin to contemplate how you got that badge Malfoy. She paused as if thinking,"Yes I can. How much did your father pay your teachers for your good marks?" Knowing that hit the right nerve and watching his face contort into a scrunched up ball, she turned and ran to the Head compartment.

The whistle blew as she opened the door. Malfoy at her heels. He was about to blow up at her when Professor Dumbledore stood up from his chair at the fire.

"Come in children, warm yourselves with me." Dumbledore sat back down and waited for them to be seated." Now, as you should know this year marks the Anniversary of the school's opening years ago. I have it on good accord that the house elves have a great banquet prepared and I would like for you to make arrangements for some entertainment. I believe if you ask the sixth years to audition, you will find many talented young people to take care of it."

Draco snorted at the last comment. Dumbledore glanced at him and he was quiet."Also, since you will be sharing a dormitory this year, I expect you to be civilized with each other. I do not want any of the portraits having to come get me to break up a spat."

Hermione and Draco glared at one another but turned toward Dumbledore and nodded in agreement.

"The password to your tower is 'Bridgewater' and I believe you will like your rooms. They were decorated to suit your everyday lifestyles. Give the portraits to your rooms a password, what it will be is up to you."He stood up again and walked out of the compartment, he smiled knowing what would be in store for the two.

"Wait until my father hears about this! I have to work with a Mudblood and be nice to her!" He folded his arms across his chest and pouted.

Hermione, use to his childish outburst, tuned him out and got lost in her own thoughts.

Malfoy noticed Granger had spaced out. He found her interesting. Her hair, once frizzled and unmanagable, was now curly and wavy. It had grown almost to the middle of her back. She even had some make-up on! She actually was starting to resemble a girl! He laughed to himself. Granger stood up and walked closer to the fire. He couldn't help checking out her butt in those muggle pants. What do they call them? He thought. Jeans! Well whatever they were they were tight and low cut showing her curves.

The train whistle blew and he snapped out of his thoughts. Yes he would have fun this year.