Hi there! Just made up the title on the spot so hope you like it! This is my first story so be nice and just a warning in advance- it will probably take me forever to upload but i will if i get reviews!

I've wanted to do this for ages so hope its not to bad and everyones not too OOC. Oh another warning- Blaise will be OOC- I need someone in Slytherin to be to make it work.

Chapter 1

Draco Malfoy was not having a good day. In fact Draco Malfoy was not having a particularly good summer. It had been traumatizing to say the least. His father had gone to Azkaban- again, he had almost gone to Azkaban- again, and his mother had cried over her son maybe going to Azkaban- again. But it was going to be alright. His mother would survive and he, Draco, was going back to Hogwarts for the seventh and final time.

Head held high, Draco swaggered down platform 9 ¾ ignoring the curious looks he got from the other students. He had been, for once, unhappily in the spotlight all summer so was unsurprised to find that eyes still followed him everywhere. Deciding that Blaise must already be aboard, Draco stepped onto the train pausing only to flash his infamous smirk over his shoulder at the group of fourth years who were now openly gaping at his back.

Pleased that he hadn't completely lost his touch, he began to make his way down the aisle. Hearing Blaise's unmistakable laughter coming from a nearby carriage, Draco sped up. He was almost there when he found himself abruptly lying on top of something soft, warm and groaning in pain.

"Hey, watch where you're going you…" the words died in his throat for struggling underneath him was none other than little miss-know-it-all, the Gryffindor bookworm- Granger, and frankly the last girl on earth Draco ever imagined finding himself in this position with. Only this wasn't the Granger Draco remembered and he unconsciously found his eyes travelling over the form of the bane of his life. Where was the frizzy brown hair that had often obscured his view in potions? Where were the long buckteeth he had so delighted in mocking her for? And- whoa- Draco's eyes narrowed in disbelief, was she wearing make up? And surely, Draco thought, he couldn't have missed this body even if it was attached to Granger's head.

"If you're quite finished" Hermione bit out "would you please remove yourself?" Draco was quietly gratified to note the slight blush on her cheeks, but was less so to feel his own face heating up. He was even less pleased to look up and find Weasley bearing down on him. "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing ferret?" He yelled. Draco, already recovered, smirked up at Weasley's flaming red face "Well Weasel" he said patiently as though talking to a child "what does it look like?" Don't get him wrong, Draco was just as mortified by the position he was in as Weasley but the opportunity was too good to pass up. Ron's lunge at Draco's throat was cut short when Blaise's confused face appeared in the doorway of the nearest carriage effectively halting Ron's attack on Draco and instead sending both Blaise and Ron crashing to the floor.

"Granger," Blaise groaned cocking his head to one side so he could look at her "I know McGonagall wanted us to encourage inter-house relations but I doubt this is exactly what she had in mind."

"Funny Zabini" Granger snapped "really witty."

Hermione had been having a good day. In fact Hermione had been having a good summer. Having successfully found her parents and returned their memory of her, Hermione had spent the last few weeks of summer at the burrow. There she and Ginny had had plenty of quality time together in which Ginny had passed along a number of her beauty secrets that Hermione had happily become adept at using- especially where hair was concerned. Now what she saw in the mirror was completely different. Her hair fell in soft curls just under half way down her back, her teeth where white and of normal length and Ginny had even taught her how to apply a basic layer of makeup assuring Hermione that a little goes a long way.

To top off a wonderful summer Hermione had gotten head girl. There had been much eye rolling and "of course you did! Who else did you think was going to get it?" after she told her friends the news but she knew they were happy for her.

On the morning they were to return to Hogwarts, Hermione, Harry and the Weasley's arrived on platform 9 and ¾. Hermione had bid her parents goodbye on the muggle side of the platform and farewelled Molly and Arthur on the wizard side. After boarding the train, Hermione left her friends to go to the heads carriage. She had no idea who the head boy was and only hoped that he was someone capable of compromise. When arriving at the Heads carriage she was surprised -but not entirely unhappy- to find the rather dashing Blaise Zabini already occupying one of the seats. On hearing her enter Blaise looked up and grinned "thought it be you." Hermione smiled and sat down opposite him. "So, a Slytherin and a Gryffindor. Professor McGonagall's idea do we think?" Blaise raised an eyebrow at her "You mean it wasn't just my good looks and charm? How disappointing." Hermione couldn't help a small laugh. Blaise still grinning confidently stretched out his legs in a relaxed manner, a movement that did not go unnoticed by Hermione, though really rarely anything did. "So Granger" Hermione blushed as Blaise looked appreciatively at her or rather her body. "Had a good summer did we?" Hermione not use to attention for anything other then her brain wished she'd asked Ginny for more help than just with her appearance. But what was she supposed to have said. "So Ginny, on the off chance that the new head boy is some insanely good looking, manipulative, over confident guy, how do I speak to him without turning the colour of your hair?" No, she could never have asked Ginny to help her with boy issues for she was still under the impression that Hermione and Ron would one day be a couple. And to be honest flirting with Ron was no brain teaser. Hermione shook her head in an attempt to clear it and bring her focus back to the leering boy in front of her. "I have to, I need to check on…" Giving up trying to get a comprehensible excuse out Hermione quickly jumped to her feet eager to escape Blaise who was now openly laughing at her.

And now here she was. Squashed flat, as the muggles would say, by none other than Draco Malfoy, the most conceited, arrogant, useless, insufferable git on both muggle and wizard earth. Admittedly Malfoy had changed quite a bit since the last time she'd seen him. Hermione had never understood why girls had fallen over themselves for him during their previous years at Hogwarts. She had certainly never seen him as anything other than the immature boy who had lived to make the lives of herself and her friend's hell. But even she couldn't deny that the body which lay a top of hers was not that of a boys but a full grown and quiet honestly well developed man. Indeed she could feel his hard muscles pressing down on her both in his arms, stomach and legs. Looking up into his face she noted that the difference in his eyes. The last time she'd looked into them, she'd been kneeling in front of him at Malfoy Manner, silently pleading with him to lie to his aunt for the sake of everything good. They had seemed so tortured then, filled with the misery of a lost boy who had been forced to grow up too early, and too fast. Now they were free of their despair and the light was back in them making them more beautiful than ever. No Hermione, she mentally hit herself, he does not have beautiful eyes. Slightly embarrassed she quickly lowered her own gaze. His face was still pale and pointy as ever though it seemed to suit him better now. Intent on removing herself from this compromising position as soon as humanely possible Hermione called Malfoy from whatever thoughts he may have been having and in a strained voice asked him to remove himself praying that she'd been able to keep as much of the desperation she felt out of her voice as she could.

And blast she would have gotten away had Ron not come to look for her just at that moment. To make matters worse, Blaise must have heard the commotion and looked out to see what was happening causing himself and Ron to tumble to the ground.

"Funny Zabini" I snapped "really witty."

I managed to shove Draco to one side and stagger to my feet. "I know" Blaise grinned also climbing to his feet. "Another one of my charms." He winked. The git had the nerve to wink at me!

Malfoy and Ron were both up now and Ron – who had obviously caught the wink-, seemed to be deliberating whether to strangle Malfoy or Blaise.

"What the hell is this?" Ron shouted throwing his hands up in the air.

"Mind your language please Mr Weasley," Ron turned even redder at the sound of the headmistress's voice and turned slowly around to face her. "Though I must second your question. What is going on here?"

"Granger and I were merely encouraging a little inter-house unity." Blaise smiled smoothly.

Well that's one way to put it. Hermione thought grumpily. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed that Malfoy's signature smirk had promptly returned and she had to restrain herself from slapping it off like she had in third year. But here was hardly the place. The headmistress seemed to agree.

"Well" Professor McGonagall said sharply, "I'd appreciate it if you did your encouraging in a more suitable time and place."

"That's just what I was telling Granger here." Blaise replied. Hermione glared at him but he only smiled innocently at her. Insufferable git!

"I see." McGonagall said in a dubious tone. "Kindly follow me, Mr Zabini, Miss Granger. We need to discuss your duties this year as the new heads of the school."

Malfoy's jaw dropped.

What? For one horrified moment Draco thought he had actually shouted the word out loud, but a quick look around quickly assured him that he had not. Blaise and Granger had already followed McGonagall into the carriage that Draco had originally heard Blaise's laugh coming from leaving just himself and weasel-bee in the otherwise empty corridor.

He smirked at the red head who was now glaring menacingly at him. "Honestly Weasel. I know it's hard in my presence but try not drool." And with that he turned on his heel and hurried into a nearby carriage before Weasley's brain could work that out.