Hello Reader this is a DM/HG piece and my first fan fiction.

Disclaimer: Some day J.K. Rowling will come to her senses and give me her Harry Potter series with all the rights etcetera until then alas the characters still belong to her.

This is set in the last year of school (Yr 7) but most of book six didn't happen (Dumbledore is not dead and Malfoy and Snape are still at school with Harry.)

Oh and if anything's weird tell me because I can't remember the books that well.

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Chapter 1:Head boy

Hermione strode confidently down the now familiar corridors, her robes flapping out in her wake. She was excited, another year of Hogwarts had started, her final year. She had worked her arse of for this and finally she had got it…Head Girl.

Nothing would spoil this for her, even seeing Ron's disappointed face when they got their school letters and he didn't get the Head Boy position.

Nervousness washed over her, she was still excited but she also felt a little sick.

'Calm down Hermione,' She told herself. 'You've gotten the letter and the badge already this is just the official welcoming.'

A meeting with Dumbledore, the house heads and of course she would find out who the new head boy/ her roommate would be.

She came to the gargoyle guarding the entrance to Dumbledore's office.

Darn.

What was the Password?

She cast her mind back to the letter that was sent to her. Ah yes right.

"Um, Acid Pop."

The gargoyle swung out of sight revealing a moving staircase.

She stepped onto the magical elevator, straightened her robes and took a deep breath.

Knock, Knock

The door opened revealing an old wizened face with a long white beard and half moon spectacles perched upon a very crooked nose.

"Ah Miss Granger prompt as always, please come in and have a seat."

Hermione entered the Headmasters office, the spacious area in front of the fire had seven luxurious red armchairs and a low long table filled with food - cooked no doubt by the poor house elves enslave in the kitchens.

Hermione's face became stony for a moment but she quickly wiped it clean again.

It wasn't until she had come to the closest armchair that she remembered where she was. Glancing up self-consciously she greeted the people sitting around the hearth. Professor Flitwick- Charms teacher and head of Ravenclaw, gave a merry wave and a high-pitched "Welcome." His diminutive frame even smaller in the plush high-backed chair. Professor Sprout, Hufflelpuffs head was sitting next to him eating a chocolate éclair while chatting merrily to a severe woman with square glasses. Professor McGonagall, (head of Hermione's house, Griffindor.) McGonagall flashed Hermione a rare smile then turned her attention back to Professor Sprout. A lurking figure appeared on the fireplace, he wasn't paying attention to anyone, instead staring into the flames, apparently brooding. Professor Snape was the head of Griffindors greatest rival Slytherin. Including her and Dumbledore that made six people and seven seats, the head boy had yet to turn up.

"What, sorry sir" Hermione was once again broken out of her introspection. What was wrong with her? She wasn't normally so scatter-brained.

She sighed, knowing full well what the problem was, having to share apartments with the new head boy. If it were Ron she could have handled it, they were best friends despite the constant arguing that seemed to go on.

Dumbledore sensed Hermione's unease. "Ah, Miss Granger there is nothing to be worried about this is just a small gathering to welcome you into your position and teach you your duties."

Hermione did calm down a little and Dumbledore continued, "As I was saying all we are waiting for is the head boy then we can go down to the sorting."

As he was speaking there was a sharp rap on the door Hermione turned and gasped when Dumbledore opened the door.

'No,' she told herself, 'there is some mistake.'

But there was no denying that lean frame, pale skin, insolent smirk and shocking white /blonde hair.

"Malfoy," She growled with possibly more venom than was necessary, her face contorting in to an uncharacteristic scowl.

"Granger! You're Head Girl?" Draco exclaimed his usually calm demeanour as shaken as Hermione's.

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Please review this is my first Fanfic so I really want a response good or bad brings it on; I'm really hard to offend.