Kiss From A Rose

"There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea, you became the light on the dark side of me. Love remains a drug that's the high and not the low but did you know' that when it snows, my eyes become wide and the light that you give can't be seen." 'Kiss From a Rose' by Seal

Everyone within a 20-mile radius knew about Draco and Hermione's vicious break-up. People talked about it for months. Never was a break-up so...loud. It all started on the train back to Hogwarts at the beginning of their 7^th year...

"No, Ron. NO!! You always get the last chocolate frog. Well not this time! Mwahahahahaha!" Harry had Ron in a headlock. Ron was turning eggplant purple. Quite an impressive shade really, Hermione thought to herself. She propped her feet on the seat. Several hundred wrappers fell onto the floor.

"Hahahaha!" Ron shouted triumphantly as he shoved the frog in his mouth but in an attempt to swallow quickly he started to choke. Harry shouted "Werliamus!" Just in time. The chocolate shot out of Ron's mouth and through the open window.

"Hope you're happy now you sadistic maniac!" Harry pouted. "Now neither of us can have it!"

There was complete silence except for the rattling of the wheels as Harry and Ron glared at each other.

Hermione smiled indulgently to herself. It was a wonder that they weren't put in Hufflepuff!

"It's about time you guys shut up! Honestly, I was this close to deducting points."

Being Head Girl definitely had its perks, for example the ability to give detentions, deduct points, and your own private dormitory. Well... almost private. The Head Boy and Head Girl shared, which was a problem considering who the Head Boy was.

"Save it for Slytherin, Hermione," Ron said dryly. "Malfoy is Head Boy this year and we all know how much he hates Gryffindor. Let's face it. We're going down."

"You're right, Ron, but at least you aren't sharing a dormitory with him." She pouted.

"True. Wow, I would really hate to be you."

"Funny, so many girls would kill to be me."

"Why?" asked Harry with an open mouth.

"Believe it or not, there are loads of girls who find Draco throw-me-down-and-shag-me senseless hot."

"Including you?" Ron said looking outraged.

"Of course not! You know I hate the little ferret as much as you two do."

"So you don't think he's hot?"

"Well, no actually. I'm not into blondes."

"I thought everyone was into blondes..." Harry trailed off.

Ron and Hermione stared at him for a few seconds.

"Harry, is there something you wish to confess?" Hermione cocked one eyebrow.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Yes... I'm madly in love with Draco Malfoy. I creep into his dormitory every night and..."

Hermione and Ron never found out exactly what Harry and Draco supposedly got up to every night because just at that moment the prince of evil sadistic bastardness walked through the door and plonked down on the seat next to Harry.

"So you did have hidden feelings for me all this time, I never would have guessed!" Draco exclaimed in mock surprise.

"So, darling, I guess we're room mates, but don't get your hopes up, my calendar's a little too booked this month for a quick shag with a Mudblood

"Malfoy, get out and never call me 'darling' again." Hermione groaned at the thought of him calling her that. Bad thoughts, bad thoughts...She blinked slowly. No! Still here!

Harry was still looking at Draco in a half-shocked, half-sick way.

"Fine by me, Granger. Oh and see you tonight, Lover boy!" Draco gave a sexy wink.

There was a thump as Harry fainted.

After a few minutes he came to.

"Great! Now it will be all over the school that I'm gay!" He wailed.

"Oh woe is me!" Hermione slapped him and it seemed to calm him a bit.

"Thanks, Herm." He said rubbing the side of his face.

The train came to a stop as it pulled into Hogsmeade station. They climbed into a carriage and arrived at their home of six years.

(A/N: I'm just going to skip the feast. Nothing interesting happens except Dumbledore passing out on the table much to the amusement of the students. So we go to Herm at her new dormitory)

"Furniculad," Hermione said clearly to the suit of armour. He stepped aside to reveal a staircase. She climbed the stairs and smiled at the handsome room.

There was a large balcony outside French windows overlooking the lake, a fireplace, a couch, a table that sat in the middle of the room, and two doors.

Hermione walked up to the door labelled 'Head Girl' and opened it.

Her luggage lay in the corner of the room and a bunch of fresh flowers sat in a vase on a desk. Finally, a king size bed! She flopped down onto it. Bliss.

* * *

"I've had it with you, Draco!" Pansy was shouting in his ear.

"You never talk to me anymore. I waited all summer for just one word from you! One word! It never came. Draco, I loved you, more than you could imagine. But now...there's nothing." She looked at the ground.

Draco considered this. Maybe he should have sent an owl over the holidays. Maybe it would have been nice for her to...Oh my...Draco caught his reflection in the window. Nice. He smiled at his reflection.

"Well, Pansy, I quite agree with you. I am a selfish bastard. Now leave."

Pansy gave him a lasting glare then slammed the door shut.

To be honest Draco was glad to be rid of her. The constant nagging. He shuddered at the memories.

Well another year of the dream team, and he was going to be living with one of them.

No, NO!!!!! He screamed to himself, he'd done it again. There it was; a wrinkle creasing his perfect skin! How dare they do that to him? Let this disaster happen to his perfect skin.

Draco had a secret. He did car commercials...in Japan. A large portion of his money was earned by it. 652,000 pounds a year to be exact. Of course his father was never to know that.

He lugged his travel bag of hair and skin products up the stairs. (Just in case of heavy rain he had it with him on the first day there)

He opened the door to the prefect dormitories and there stood Hermione.