AU: Hey guys this is my first fic so go easy on me. I know the first chapter is pretty short but I thought that was the perfect place to end it so I left it that way. Read & Review and I promise ill update soon.

Hermione Granger was officially sick of living with the pompous Head Boy. The reason Dumbledore chose Draco Malfoy of all people would forever be lost on her. She sat on the burgundy love seat of their half Slytherin half Gryffindor common room putting the finishing touches on McGonagall's latest transfiguration paper; still positively seething over their last tense encounter.

Malfoy had decided it was okay to run a fully functioning liquor store out of his room. Rebellious sixth and seventh year Slytherins could be found coming in and out of the heads dormitory at all hours of the day on Friday through Sunday. Needless to say Hermione had been less than pleased when she found out the reasoning behind the occurrence.

"It's really none of your fucking business mudblood." Malfoy had told her; his face displaying nothing but contempt. "Actually Malfoy seeing as I'm head girl and I also live here, it is every bit my fucking business if you choose to run and illicit operation in our dormitory. I absolutely cannot believe that you're doing this, what kind of head boy are you?" she had spat back at him.

"The kind that gives the people what they want Granger, Malfoy answered, his silver eyes sparkling with malevolence. Maybe you should take a page out of my book and that stick out of your ass." Hermione had just stood there gaping as his mouth curved into his trademark smirk and he made his way out of the portrait hole.

God Malfoy was such a little shit, it was barely two months into term and already she was sensing that he was going to drive her insane before the year was over.

Hermione was so engrossed in the fact that Malfoy was aiming to make this her worst year at Hogwarts ever that she didn't notice when he came down the spiral staircase until he plopped down on the Slytherin green love seat across from her with a contented sigh. Hermione decided to studiously ignore him and looked down at her textbook to read the same sentence three times.

This time she heard the door to his room open and looked up to see Astoria Greengrass heading down the staircase with cherry red kiss bruised lips and her hair a wild mess.

She walked over to Malfoy with a glazed look in her eyes and bent down to whisper something in his ear. He smirked at her and slapped one large wristwatch clad hand over her ass as she got up to leave.

She yelped in surprise, fluttered her eyelashes at him over her shoulder and then swung her hips out of the portrait hole without half a glance in Hermiones direction.

Hermione stared at him in utter disbelief and said, "You are such a manwhore, you don't have any shame at all do you?"

He glanced at her out of the corner of his eyes and asked "What is there be ashamed of when you look like this?" motioning to his face. Hermione rolled her eyes, "Even though I can find so many things to be ashamed of in that statement, that wasn't what I was talking about. It's not always about vanity Malfoy." Now it was his turn to roll his eyes.

Hermione got up and walked in the direction of the staircase leading to her own room but before she could take the first step Malfoy was in front of her blocking her path.

He looked down at her brown eyes alight with suspicion; "Granger quit it with the philosophical shit, it would do you good to take my advice and see someone about that stick I mentioned earlier." Hermione scoffed in protest, "Fuck you Malfoy,the only thing that's giving me a pain in my ass is you," she quipped.

"Is that so? Hermione could already see the smirk forming on his lips. Then prove it."

She look warily into his eyes, hesitating to ask what they both knew her natural curiosity would force her to. "How?"