A/N: Hello all! This story, No Strings Attached, has indeed been reposted. My old account was deleted, so along with creating a new account came reposting this story. Yeesh, talk about a lot of reposting. But anyways, I hope you all enjoy it and don't forget to review!

Head Boy vs. Head Girl

Hermione Granger felt on top of the world; not only would she be entering her seventh year with perfect grades from her previous exams, and not only did she become Head Girl, but she was able to enter her seventh year without feeling tense and nervous that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named would come barging through the Great Hall any second. This is due to You-Know-Who's defeat the previous year; needless to say, Harry and everyone who was innocent in the war are safe and alive, and the ones who were You-Know-Who's Death Eater's … well, they're not alive to be able to tell the tale.

This story begins at the end of the start-of-term feast; first years had been sorted, everyone's bellies were considerably larger because of the magnificent spread and Hermione was being forced to say goodbye to her friends.

"This is so stupid." Ron Weasley whined. "Head Girl should be something enjoyable, not something that makes you miserable."

"I know." Hermione sighed. "But if Dumbledore thinks it's best for the Head Boy and Girl to have their own common room then who are we to protest?"

"Hermione's right." Harry Potter agreed. "Well then, I suppose we'll see you at breakfast?"

"Definitely." Hermione smiled. She hugged Ron and Harry before watching them depart for the Gryffindor Common Room, which she was sad to say that she would never sleep in again.

"Miss Granger, please meet me in the Entrance Hall." Professor McGonagall requested as she swept by Hermione, heading for the exit of the Great Hall.

Hermione followed. Although she was disappointed by the arrangements, she was still eager to see who Head Boy is. Dumbledore couldn't make Harry or Ron Head Boy because both had caused way too much trouble in their previous year and the years prior to it to receive the extremely important position. In fact, Hermione was sure that it wasn't even a Gryffindor, because she would have seen the gorgeous shiny Head Boy badge on someone at the table if it were.

As Hermione made her way through the crowded Great Hall, she finally found her way to the exit doors and pushed them open, anxiously awaiting the mysterious boy who she would be sharing a common room with that year. However, when her face fell upon the boy standing next to Professor McGonagall, her jaw dropped. She would recognize that white-blond hair until her dying day from all of the name-calling and insolence he had shown her since her first year at Hogwarts. He stood there with his arms crossed, smirking his infamous smirk, although this time it almost seemed pained.

"Miss Granger, Mr Malfoy, please follow me to your common room." McGonagall ordered with a tone that clearly said that she does not approve of the living arrangements.

Hermione and Draco trailed behind McGonagall as she strode down the halls and up several flights of stairs; obviously the Head Boy and Girl common room was in a more deserted area of the castle, because the crowd of students was beginning to thin out.

Finally they reached an enormous purple tapestry. McGonagall muttered a charm that caused the tapestry to unveil itself, revealing a vast painting of several mermaids lounging around on various sizes of rocks in a bright blue lagoon.

"Good evening, young ladies." McGonagall greeted sternly.

"Hello, Professor McGonagall!" A mermaid with long, shiny blond hair cried. Others began saying hello too, smiling broadly and waving.

McGonagall actually smiled. "Girls, these are the new Head Boy and Girl, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger." She turned to look at Hermione and Draco. "The password is Coconut Ice. The rules of seventh year students apply to you two as well. There are no exceptions. I hope you find your common room… er… enjoyable. Good night."

"Goodnight Professor McGonagall!" The mermaids giggled.

McGonagall let out an exasperated sigh, but smiled nonetheless. "Goodnight, girls."

"He's cute!" A mermaid with curly black hair giggled to her redheaded mermaid friend, pointing at Malfoy. The redhead nodded vigorously in agreement, giggling as well.

Malfoy smirked. "You two aren't bad yourselves. What do you say we-"

"Coconut Ice." Hermione interrupted, angrily. The redheaded mermaid glared at her, but the portrait opened anyway. "Come on, Malfoy."

Malfoy also glared at Hermione before giving the mermaids one last sexy smile and pursuing her through the open portrait.

"First rule: I don't take order's from mudbloods." Draco said as the portrait shut behind him.

"Second rule: I don't put up with your shit, Malfoy. Which means you don't give me any." Hermione retorted.

"Wow Granger's got a potty mouth!" Malfoy laughed. "We should fix that. Soperius"

A bar of soap magically appeared in thin air, and Malfoy muttered a charm sending it directly for Hermione's mouth.

"Finite Incantarto!" Hermione shrieked after quickly withdrawing her wand and aiming it at the soap zooming directly towards her. The soap exploded into hundreds of glittering pieces, showering the common room like tiny fireworks.

"You're good, Granger." Malfoy smirked.

"They don't call me the most brilliant witch of my year for nothing, Malfoy. If I were you then I wouldn't mess with me this year, because I won't stand for it anymore. Third rule: no girls past ten thirty." Hermione continued.

"Or guys!" Malfoy retorted.

"Right, or guys."

Malfoy cracked up laughing.

"What?" Hermione shot at him.

"Nothing.' Malfoy laughed, clutching his ribs. "It's just funny. The thought of a guy actually coming here with you. Well, actually, the thought of a guy going anywhere with you, really. Hilarious!"

Hermione glared at him before shutting her eyes, counting to ten, and continuing with her speech. "Fourth rule: you cannot, under any circumstances, come into my bedroom. Nor me in yours." She added as an afterthought.

"Fair." Malfoy said. "I wouldn't allow a mudblood in my room anyway."

"Fifth rule," Hermione continued, her voice considerably louder then it had been before. "Knock before you enter the bathroom. I don't want any awkward situations occurring."

"Ew!" Malfoy shrieked. "Of course I'll knock! The thought of you naked is just revolting. I wouldn't want to see that if my life depended on it!"

Hermione's voice grew much louder as she spoke her last rule. "Sixth and final rule: no using magic in this common room unless its for school purposes. None whatsoever. Do you understand?"

"I'm tired." Malfoy said, stifling a yawn and completely disregarding Hermione's last rule. "I think I'll hit the sac, but I'm going to shower first. Now, I know I'm incredibly gorgeous and wonderful to look at, but could you please follow your little fifth rule and not try and sneak a glance at me while I'm naked?"

He smirked as he left for the bathroom, leaving Hermione fuming and to angry to say anything back to him. Instead, she walked huffily to her bedroom and lay down in her large, king-sized bed, too angry with Malfoy to even notice her beautiful bedroom surrounding her, and she fell asleep fully clothed, feeling that her perfect mood had completely evaporated because of one boy: Draco Malfoy.