It was a warm day on September 1st, and Hermione Granger was about to get on the Hogwarts Express, with the shiny Head Girls badge pinned to her chest. She didn't know who had gotten Head Boy, but she had an idea. Ron or Harry hadn't gotten it, which she figured Harry would, but was shortly proven wrong when the had gotten their Hogwarts letter. After the war, the Golden Trio decided to finish their last year had just ran into the barrier between platforms 9 and 10 to be quickly greeted by an untidy black haired boy, and a brightly red haired boy, and was pulled into a tight embrace.

"It's nice to see you again, Hermione!"Harry murmured into her ear. His warm breath sent shivers down her spine.

"I really missed you guys!" Hermione said hugging her best friends even harder.

"Mione, you're squishing me!" Ron giggled and pulled away from her friends to get on the found an empty compartment, but soon afterward, Hermione had to leave to go to the Heads compartment.

"Sorry you guys, but I have to go to the Heads compartment. I hope you don't mind." she gave them both an apologetic expression.

"Of course not, Mione, go ahead!" Harry gave her a soft smile, which she quickly she turned to go, she quickly turned back around to face them.

"Do either of you have a clue about who Head Boy is?"Ron and Harry looked at each other with blank faces, and turned to Hermione again."I didn't think so," she said with a sped off to the Heads compartment, anxious to find out who Head Boy was.

When she slid opened the door, she quickly groaned while plopping down in a seat farthest away from the git in front of her. He smirked."Wipe that smirk off your face, Malfoy, before I hex you into the next century!" Hermione yelled.

"Well, well Granger. Already insulting the Head Boy. Don't want detention, do you?" he said coolly.

"Oh shut up," she said while glaring at him. He glared right back."Don't talk to me like that, you filthy little mudblood!"

She flinched at this, but kept her chin held high in the air."I'd rather be a mudblood than a good for nothing, spoiled pureblood that gets everything he wants!" she shot right back. Before she knew it, he was in her face towering over her, quivering with rage.

"Now let me tell you something, mudblood," he spat, "I will not tolerate being talked to in any way by you, is that clear?"

"Crystal," she spat right back at him, "But I do expect you to not speak to me in anyway you would please, either. Got it?" She smiled sweetly."Oh, and don't you be bringing in whores every night, either." she said.

If looks could kill, he'd drop dead on the floor. He just glared right back. The rest of the train ride went by quiet and awkward. When it was time to get off, Hermione just jumped up to go find her friends, not even looking back at Draco, but he stared after her until he couldn't see her anymore. Hermione just whispered angrily under her breath until she found her friends waiting for her outside of the train so they could get a carriage or thestral.

"Hey Hermione! How did everything go? Did you find out who the Head Boy was?" called Harry.

"Everything was terrible! Oh Harry! Head Boy is Malfoy!" she threw her arms around him and sobbed. He rubbed her back gently and told her everything would be alright. The three of them sat in the carriage in silence.

The sorting went by quickly, Gryffindor earning 15 new first years. They talked and laughed while eating, but Hermione felt weird. She could feel someone staring at her, and when she turned toward the Slytherin table, she saw Draco Malfoy staring at her, but he dropped his gaze quickly when he realized she caught him staring. She saw him get up and walk out of the Great Hall, and quickly bid her friends goodnight so she could follow him.

"Hey! Malfoy! Wait up!" she yelled, waving her arms in the didn't slow his pace.

"What do you want?" he growled."Why were you staring at me in the Great Hall?" she asked.

"It's nothing." he said quickly, walking so fast she had to run to keep up.

"Don't say it's nothing! Why were you staring at me!" she pressed.

"Drop it, Granger!" he spat.

"But Mal-" He cut her off, throwing her up against the wall to press his lips against hers.

She responded quickly, threading her fingers through his soft golden locks. She tilted her head up so he could deepen the kiss. When she felt his tongue press inside of her mouth, she felt a jolt of exhilaration and chased his tongue with her own. That's when she finally started thinking, "What am I doing? This is MALFOY I'm kissing here!" He stopped then, just to gently lay his forehead against hers, while his silver eyes stared into her soft chocolate brown ones.

"I have to go" Hermione whispered. She ran off to the Head's dorm, stumbled up the stairs blindly, and fell onto her bed and sobbed into her pillow.