Disclaimer: All the characters, places, etc. Are owned by J.K. Rowling. I only own the plot.

Chapter One: Flower Belles.

11 YEARS AGO

"So I guess this is it, mate." said Ron as they stroll through the ruined hallways of Hogwarts. "The war is over. Volde—'You-Know-Who' is dead and we're graduating. This long journey is finally over."

"Oh please, Ronald. Voldemort is dead and you're still scared of saying his name?" said Hermione.

"What? Who knows, there might be another Horcrux left wandering around this so-called safe Wizarding world! Or maybe... 'Mione, d'you reckon there might be any Horcruxes left in the Muggle World that Dumbledore didn't know? Or—or Harry might have thought he killed You-Know-Who completely, but –"

"RON!" both Harry and Hermione yelled at him before they might actually agree with Ron's sentiment.

"Fine, fine! I'm just saying, extra pre-caution won't kill!"

"Oh, so you haven't thought about that five years ago when your wand accidentally backfired and made you eat slugs instead of Malfoy? Or that time when your father faced an inquiry at the Ministry because of what you did to your blue car?" Hermione tilted her chin upward with an expression making it quite clear that she was right.

Ron just glared at Hermione. He can't help it; she was still acting like a know-it-all when they're just about to graduate.

"Okay, 'Mione. I think you made your point." said Harry, hoping it would end Hermione and Ron's debate.

"I'm glad I did."

Ron let out a grunt. Harry and Hermione laughed at how happy they were despite the war that just happened hours ago. Suddenly, the world was care-free. Cheerful. She smiled at the fact that she went all through this. She could just remember the very first day she stepped into the magical grounds of this castle.

And she suddenly remembered something about that very day.

Something she, Hermione Granger, have been dreading about since the very moment of the Sorting Ceremony.

"Well, I—"

"Yes?" asked Harry and Ron together while laughing hysterically. Apparently, they have been laughing about something while she was being absent-minded.

"I—er... I—I'll just go grab some air." sighed Hermione.

She walked and half ran through the corridors to find that place where she first made her friend.

"Hello there!"

She heard a boy's voice behind her while she examined a bush full of flowers that looked like a bunch of tea-cups.

"Oh—hello!" she hastily replied.

She faced a pale-faced boy with white-blonde hair and hypnotizing grey eyes.

"You wouldn't want to stay near those," he told her, eyeing on the weird-looking flowers.

He was extremely gorgeous.

"Those are called Flower Belles. My mother used to plant them in our garden. I always play with them every time my father allows me to go outside. They can be a bit itchy, they are. But my mother knows a spell that can help make it better. After some time, my father removed them. He said it didn't look good with our white Manor. It was really awful living without those Flower Belles. They were like my only toy allowed outside, then. It also made mother sad..."

She didn't quite understand a word he said for he talked fast. She was looking at those grey eyes. She found comfort in them. Love, perhaps. But mostly comfort. She would just smile every once in a while, just to give him a hint of interest in what he's talking about.

"...but since we're not allowed to use magic yet, I don't think we can cure you if you get itchy. So just stay away from those. But they are pretty, aren't they?"

It took her a few second before she realize he stopped talking.

"Oh, yes. Yes they are." said Hermione, smiling.

He smiled back.

"The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school." said a tall, black-haired witch in emerald-green robes, interrupting whatever the boy in front of her might have said.

"Oh, we'll get Sorted soon! I hope I land in Slytherin. Most of my family have been Sorted there," he said proudly. "I'm Draco, by the way. Draco Malfoy. I better get back to my friends now. See you!"

"I'm Hermi—"

Oh great.

He's gone.

I'm back to being friendless again.

He was so cute, and witty, and gorgeous. She could just stare into his eyes forever.

Draco Malfoy.

Who knew, above all the cute and incredibly smart guys here in Hogwarts, he fell in love with Draco Malfoy.

The Slytherin.

The boy who ruined her life in Hogwarts.

The Death Eater.

The boy who called her mudblood.

She made friends; their names were Ron and Harry. Yes, Harry Potter! Can you believe it? She's friends with Harry Potter!

She wondered what happened to that Draco, though.

He's been hard towards her lately.

His friends have been sneering whenever they see her.

It was making her sad, actually.

And she also wondered how Draco knew her name.

Her last name, to be exact. He never called her by her first name. It was always Granger. Granger this, Granger that. If it weren't for the fact that she liked him, she could've slapped that boy in the face.

And then it came to a point when he didn't just sneer towards her. They hated her friends as well. Her only friends.

What did she do wrong?

She hardly ever spoke to him.

She occasionally smiled when she sees him.

But all she ever gets is a sneer.

Why is that?

It came to a point when he called a mudblood.

He also had names for her friends as well. Weasel and Pothead.

And that's when she hated him.

She hated him more than she could ever hate anyone.

She hated him more than she hated herself whenever she gets a grade below a hundred.

She just hated him.

Especially when she knew he was dating that Pansy girl.

She was jealous.

She hated Pansy.

She hated his friends.

She hated him!

She hated them all!

But she could never imagine a life without Draco.

She can survive without him, yes.

But living without him—dying could've been better.

Because she loved him.

Draco Malfoy, unapologetically her first love.

Her vision was blurry because of the liquid coming out of her eyes. Exactly here—right here—in the Great Hall, the first and last time she saw Draco Malfoy smile. There were still ruined flowerbeds surrounding the edges of the hall.

She couldn't bear the thought of leaving this school. It was her home. There's nowhere she can go now. Her parents don't know her and neither does her relatives. Their house is taken by someone she barely knows, and she doesn't even have money—Muggle nor magical.

And most of all, she'll be missing the smirks and sneers of Draco Malfoy.

Author's Note:

Yep, I invented those Flower Belles. I basically don't know any magical plant so yeah. I know this sucks, I just started making fan fictions and my thoughts are mixed up sooo. Besides, I'm a freaking thirteen year-old. What do you expect? ._.

Um, yeah. What the other authors say: rate and review shiz thingy. Thanks~