Perfect Love. Perfect Hell

Hermione\'s Point of View:



Dinner seemed to last forever, dragging on and on as everyone around me stuffed their faces. Ron had at least three helpings of chicken, Harry ate mostly carbs. It wasn\'t fair how boys could do that. Eat whatever they wanted and still be completely stick figures. Ron and Harry were both thin. Ron was just plain gangly, but Harry had a few muscles here and there. Probably from playing quidditch. In a way I almost wished I had joined quidditch when I was younger. I could always use another way to work out, take my mind off things. Yet I know that I would never be able to take on all my duties, school work, and quidditch. Plus everything else that was put under my needed to do list. This list was always surprisingly long. The plates were all cleared and neither Harry or Ron said anything about my non eatten meal. They wouldn\'t either. Though I knew deep down that my boys cared for me, they were oblivous, oblivious of everything. It was better that way. Not knowing was bliss. I wish I didn\'t have to know.



After that meal everyone seemed dead tired. I had to agree with this statement. I was more tired than I ever thought was possible. This day, even though it wasn\'t physically tiring, it was mentally tiring, and it had taken a round out of me. Kissing both Ron and Harry on the cheek, I walked towards the Head boy and girl common room. That was right. I wouldn\'t be in the Gryffindor common room this year. The head girl got her own room and bathroom. Not exactly her own bathroom but one shared with the head boy. This meant that I got the privacy that was much needed. If only the head boy wasn\'t such a twit things would be perfect.



Who was the head boy? That was the first question that had come to my mouth as I read the letter in the summer being told about my honour of recieving head girl. Now I knew who he was and I couldn\'t believe my bad luck. Entering the Head common room whispering the password "Sugar Quill", I saw Draco Malfoy sitting on the couch a smirk, his ever so present and annoying smirk, on his face. "Granger" He said nodding his head his eyes never leaving me. I felt a shiver go up my spine. Maybe this whole situation wouldn\'t be as easy as I thought. Living with Malfoy would surely be a challange.



"Malfoy" I said simply as I walked around looking at the area that was assigned to the Head boy and girl. The room was set up very nicely. One room on the far left(the room that Malfoy had claimed) then there was a sitting area consisting of a couch and two chairs, a small table and a lovely fire place. The bathroom was right next to the sitting area. This room I gave a lot of looking into. The shower was nice. Large enough. The floors were tile which was another plus in my eyes and the water pressure was perfect as I turned on the tap for just a minute to check things out.



Next on my quest to see my new living arrangements was my bed room. A master sized bed with lovely purple sheets and matching comforter. There was a medium sized closet and a good sized dresser. Plenty of room to put all the clothes that I owned plus other items. After all I wasn\'t the type of girl that had loads of clothes. I just wasn\'t.



Closing the door to my room, I walked over to the bed and just fell right onto it. I didn\'t feel like changing out of my robes or my uniform. I just undid my tie and dug my body under the amounts of blankets that were in my bed. It was rather hot in the room for any normal person but I was cold. I was always cold even in the dead heat of summer I found myself in long sleeves. I was just so cold. Yet that wasn\'t the only reason I seemed to wear long sleeves. Again that seemed to be an entirely different issue. How could my messed up temperture have to do with anything else. If only I did know how one thing could change so much about me.



My eyes felt heavy as I let them fall and found myself drifting into another night of empty dreams. Truthfully I couldn\'t remember the last time I had a dream nonetheless a good one.



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Draco\'s Point Of View:



Ever since Granger\'s entrance in the Great Hall, I couldn\'t wait to get settled into the Head\'s common room. Upon hearing the news of me getting the spot of Head Boy I couldn\'t help but roll my eyes. Not that I didn\'t love the chance to be a position of power. No that was something that I looked forward to imensely. Now I was able to take more than just fifty points at a time away from any certain house. Now I had the power to take them all if I found fit. That kind of power was refreshing and even exciting. The reason for my eye roll was that I would be sharing a room, sitting area, and bathroom with Granger. The perfect goody goody Gryffindor girl. How annoying I thought she would be.



Yet that entrance. God that entrance! Never would I have even turned an eye in the direction of a gryffindor bookworm, but Granger had transformed. From an ugly caterpiller to a almost sexy butterfly. There was no doubt that she turned heads. I bet that brat is taking all the attention in I thought knowing that it was nothing by the truth. With a body like Granger had accomplished there was no reasoning behind not soaking up every ray of attention that was pounded in her direction. Yet I knew that Granger wouldn\'t pick just any guy that fancied her. I doubt she would pick any. Prude



Sitting on the couch, I wanted for Granger to arrive almost wondering if she would be the same smoking girl that I had noticed in the Great hall. My mind almost prayed that it was a trick of light. No way I could ever think a mudblood was hot. It wasn\'t possible. She was so far beneath me that it would disgrace my family. It would just kill father. The moment, Granger entered, I felt my mouth open slightly. It was no trick of light. "Granger" Was all I could muster out, the smirk was clearly on my face hiding all the surprise that I still felt at the change.



After the mudblood girl seemed to check out her surrounds she walked into her room. This gave me the time I needed to think things over. Clear the mind of all the thoughts that I had just been running through my mind. It didn\'t seem possible. Which type of magic had she used to make herself look like that. Bookworm Granger must have read it somewhere. There was no way that frizzy haired girl that had entered the school first year could ever become that without help.



Walking into my bedroom I pulled off my uniform wearing nothing by my boxers. I just laid down on the bed and feel asleep dreams of Granger followed. Waking up in the morning I felt dirty. Dirty for even imagining such things. Laying in bed the morning sun soaking in, I wanted to walk right into that room and tell Granger off. Remind myself at why she couldn\'t be anything but one to dream about. She shouldn\'t even be that much I thought swinging my legs over the edge of the bed and rubbing my eyes determined to get all thoughts of Granger out of my mind.