AN: Hello!

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Anywho, this is my first time writing on here. Actually, it's my first time posting a fanfiction anywhere so... Yeah.

Awkward.

So this story goes through all seven of the years that Harry was at Hogwarts. Originally, I thought I would make each year a chapter but then I realized that that chapter would be like 7 billion pages long sooooo I divided it up! Each chapter will have the year they are in and the title for the part I'm writing about.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter (even though I wish I did).

1.

First Year Blues

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An Unlikely Pair

Grace Weasley was completely and utterly squished. Cheering Gryffindors bombarded her right side with their unethical screaming and on her left stood a couple locked in romantic embrace. Clutching her book like a lifeline, she tried her hardest to focus on the story but it was no use; the inconsiderate people on her sides bumped into her hands every few seconds. God why did I agree to come to this.

"AND GRYFFINDOR SCORES AGAIN!" The Quidditch commentator announced rather loudly, extracting a loud groan from the irritated first year.

If any of her housemates heard her, they didn't react. She supposed they were too busy watching their house pummel into the Hufflepuffs. They were all perfectly content watching the near-barbaric display which was something Grace didn't understand one bit.

One last shove from the couple conjured a defeated scream from Grace.

"I can't handle this!" Grace screamed at her brother, who was cheering loudly next to her.

"What?" Ron yelled back without turning to look at her.

Losing patience with her brother, Grace stuffed her book under her armpit and grasped the loud face of her brother, drawing his ear to her lips. "I am going to the toilets!" She screamed right into her twin's ear.

Ron's face scrunched up as he struggled to cover his ear, "Alright, Alright! Bloody hell there is no reason to shout in my ear like that," And after those words left his lips, he returned to watching the Quidditch match, ignoring his sister completely.

Grace's eyes rolled back as far as humanly possible in exasperation as she resisted the urge to smack Ron with her book.

Fine, I'll just ignore him back.

Flinging her book bag over her shoulder, she tucked her book close to her chest and began to push through the screaming crowds. Her book was her shield as she pushed and shoved. She understood why everyone was screaming but what she did not understand was the pushing. Why would anyone push anyone at a Quidditch match? It's just a dumb sport.

Her whole family was obsessed with Quidditch, besides her mum and Percy (they seemed to be the only ones with any actual taste). Grace learned all about the dull sport from a few of her elder brothers. During the summer holiday, they would venture to the backyard with their brooms and spend hours upon hours flying around. While her siblings were flying around, Grace spent many hours in the summertime reading and writing.

Dreams were what got Grace through the hardest days. What she wanted most in life was to be a journalist for the Daily Prophet or Witch Weekly. She, however, would be the most honest journalist she could. The facts would be hers for the taking.

Snapping out of her daydreams, Grace found herself standing a few yards away from the Quidditch field and a few yards away from the lake. There was a rumour that a giant squid lived in it, but she wasn't sure if she believed that.

Grace was just thankful to be surrounded by quiet. Silence was her main wish but that could never be achieved during a Quidditch match. And nature had its own way of breaking silence. Blades of grass rustled in the wind, blowing back and forth in the gentle breeze, brushing through everything it touched. Grace longed to stretch out in the grass and feel every blade tickle her skin.

With a deep, content sigh Grace placed her book bag on the ground then soon followed suit. "Finally, some quiet," Grace said to herself, opening her book to the page she had left off on.

Romance was dead. At least, that's what other people thought. Grace didn't believe that. She believed that everyone had someone waiting for them. They just needed to take the time to search. The book in her hands was the perfect example. The main witch had believed herself to be in love with a stocky wizard but it turned out that he was a bloody idiot. The witch then went on a long adventure and found a good-looking wizard.

Something in the distance tore Grace's eyes from the story, snapping her back into a reality full of dull people. A person stood right outside the Quidditch pitch, sighing deeply and running their fingers through their blond hair. Grace didn't want to concern herself with the stranger but she couldn't help but wonder who it was. She thought the whole school would rather watch the Quidditch match than sit outside it. Perhaps the person was like her. Perhaps she was over thinking.

Grace craned her neck to get a better view, praying silently that the unknown person would turn so she could see their face. From their body structure, Grace could most likely determine the gender of the figure. Skinny and tall yet slightly built around the shoulders and the arms. Obviously male. Or a very well-built female. Bloody hell that information didn't help Grace at all.

Maybe if she stared hard enough the person would turn and look at her. She prepared her best stare but she didn't need to, the figure had already turned and saw her.

The figure belonged to Draco Malfoy. The person she never thought she would see outside a Quidditch match. Last potions class, he did nothing but talk to that cow Pansy about how excited he was for the Quidditch match.

If there was one person Grace couldn't stand it was Draco Malfoy. From the first time she met him, Grace knew she didn't like him.

"Red hair. Hand-me-down robes. Must be Weasleys," Draco Malfoy smirked at the twin brother and sister, his cronies guffawing behind him.

Grace felt Ron shift beside her. She knew she had to say something before her brother started throwing punches. Grace always seemed to be the more sensible of the two of them.

"Speechless eh, Weasley?" Malfoy smirked again, turning to address Harry, "How about you come sit with us, Potter? You need to choose your friends wisely."

Grace spoke before she could check herself, "Who said being friends with you was the wise choice?"

The boys beside her audibly gasped at her outburst. Grace probably shouldn't have said that to him but she also didn't feel any remorse. In her mind, he deserved to be told the truth. She always believed in being honest with everyone she met. Even if the truth hurt.

"What did you say, Weasley?" The shell-shocked Malfoy spoke in a low voice as he stepped dangerously close to the female Weasley.

Grace, however, remained unaffected. She looked the boy in his pale blue eyes and stood to face him. That time before she spoke, she looked over every detail of the boy. Pale skin. Pale hair. Pale eyes. Generally dull looking.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you!"

"Sorry, I got a little ill when I looked at you the first time. I figured you wouldn't like it if I vomited on you. Although now that I think about it, vomit could probably improve your appearance."

Ron and Harry stifled a laugh from behind Grace. But Grace didn't pay them any attention. She was too busy trying to remember every detail of Malfoy's face at that exact moment. His eyes were narrowed at the girl, his mouth hanging open in a shocked expression. His skin seemed to be paler than it was before, which Grace didn't think was possible. Every once in awhile, Malfoy's left eye would twitch angrily making Grace laugh a little bit.

"You better watch yourself, Weasley. Just because you're a girl that doesn't mean I won't hex you," Malfoy threatened, pulling his wand out of the pocket of his robe.

Grace eyed the wand warily before returning her gaze to his eyes. "Hex me then," She said, holding her arms out so she couldn't defend herself, "I'm giving you a free shot Malfoy."

His wand hand twitched with desire. He definitely wanted to hex her, but Grace knew that he wouldn't do it. He was all talk.

"We are almost to the school. I will not get points deducted before I even get to the school. But heed my words," Malfoy put his wand back in his robe stepping closer to Grace as he did so so they were almost standing chest to chest, "I will not forget about this. You have made an enemy today."

What a drama queen.

"I never said I wanted to be friends in the first place."

"Well, well, well. If it isn't Grace Weasley," Malfoy sneered at the girl on the grass, his arms folded over his chest.

Grace sighed and looked up at her enemy, holding the book tight in her hands, "Look Malfoy, I am in no mood to talk to the likes of," She paused, looking him up and down in disgust, "you. Say what you need to and leave."

Malfoy's face flickered briefly. If Grace didn't know better, she could have sworn that he was surprised she wasn't fighting back. The truth was that Grace didn't want to fight with him at that moment. All she wanted to do was read her dumb romance novel and enjoy the quiet.

For a few seconds, he just stood there. Words seemed to take him a bit longer to process so Grace elected to ignore him and return to her reading. Her eyes ran over the page, jumping into the story more and more with each word. The main witch had just met the wizard and they had started talking.

A small thump sounded next to her, tearing her away from the story of the strong witch and wizard. What the bloody hell was that? Lifting her head from the book, her eyes immediately landed on the boy sitting across the way. Malfoy didn't say a word. He just sat there, picking at the grass around him, his eyes turned down to look at the grass. An eyebrow on Grace's face rose up. Why would he sit across from her? There was a mutual hate between the two. She thought that if two people hated each other, they would not sit near each other. Malfoy was closer to her than she would have liked. And he was two feet away.

"Erm, Malfoy?" Grace said, at a loss for words for the first time in her life.

The pale boy lifted his head, looking at her quizzically but saying nothing.

For a while, Grace and Malfoy sat in silence and just looked at each other. Grace let her eyes roam all over his face. His face was very pointed. But not necessarily in a bad or ugly way. Grace probably could've studied the strange boy all day but she figured she should say something.

"Malfoy, what are you doing? Last I checked, enemies don't sit near each other if they can help it," Grace said as she closed her book, placing it back in her shoulder bag. She had a feeling she wouldn't be pulling it out again.

"Honestly, I'm not quite sure," The Slytherin boy chuckled quietly, a small smile sneaking onto his face causing Grace to raise an eyebrow. She had honestly thought that he was incapable of smiling. Who was this boy in front of her?

Around Hogwarts he acted like the coolest person on the planet with his head held high and his pure-blood last name. But right then, he was not like that at all. He was being very peculiar with his head bent down to look at the grass, the corners of his mouth perked up. Grace didn't know what to think. What was she supposed to do?

Without thinking, she reached her hand out, prepared to lay in on his forehead but before her skin could touch his, he flinched away with wide eyes trained on her hand.

"Bloody hell, Malfoy. Didya think I was going to hit you?" Grace joked, smirking at him.

Malfoy moved his eyes from her hand to her face. The look in his eyes told Grace that she had an answer to her accidental question. Her smirk dropped just as quickly as her hand did.

"Sorry… I wasn't thinking…" Grace said, grabbing a strand of her red hair like she always did.

Silence fell over the pair. Grace didn't know what else to say. Which was unusual. Grace always knew what to say. But this was different they were just staring at each other, neither of them wanting to stare into each other's eyes but neither of them being able to turn away.

"Be honest with me, Weasley," Malfoy started, continuing to look in her eyes, "Do you ever really think before speaking?"

A small smile crept onto Grace's face. He had nailed her right on the head. "I speak what's on my mind. Whatever that may be."

"Well, alright then," Malfoy said, a grin sneaking up on his face, "We are going to play a little game. I will say a word then you have to reply with the first thing that comes to your head. Then we will switch and you will ask me."

"Okay, sounds easy enough," Grace replied sitting up straighter in her spot.

Malfoy casually scooted himself closer to Grace, enabling to see his green and silver tie. "Alright. I will start. Your word is… Muggle."

"Interesting," Grace replied with ease, "Is it my turn to say a word for you? (a nod) Okay. Your word is… Lion."

"Loud."

"What a great observation."

"You know, Weasley, I am pretty good at sensing sarcasm."

"Well I should hope so. I've been dishing out quite a bit these past few weeks at school."

"So I've noticed. I especially appreciated the comment you made to Pansy in Potions last week."

Oh yes. Grace remembered that lesson in potions. Pansy was a rather unattractive, rude girl that always seemed to pick on people close to Grace. That potions class, Neville had been preparing his potion when Pansy decided to make a jab at his potion. However, Grace couldn't remember exactly what she had said to Pansy.

"I remember the class but I don't remember what I said," Grace said with full honesty, hoping Malfoy would be able to remind her.

Her wishes were granted when the boy in front of her started laughing a hearty laugh. His laugh was contagious in every sense of the word. Every time he drew a new breath, an even louder laugh escaped with the it. Grace could feel herself smiling.

"You really don't remember?" He finally began after laughing for about two minutes, "I swear on my mother's life that I will never forget what you said. I have a great memory you know," He added with a small wink. Although, he was not very good at winking, Grace didn't mind. She appreciated the gesture.

"I may have a quick tongue but I don't have a very quick mind. I forget things very quickly so please remind me of what I said to Pansy," She said, smiling softly.

Malfoy's goofy crooked grin soon turned into a sly secretive smirk as he looked at Grace, "From what I remember, Longbottom wasn't doing very well with his potion and it had started to stink up the whole room. We could all tell that the oaf (a hard look from Grace), I mean, the very kind boy was becoming embarrassed with his potion. That's when Parkinson walked over to him and with her awful cackle she said 'That potion almost reeks as much as you!'" Malfoy paused, taking time to watch Grace's reaction, "Then right after she finished her awful insult, you responded without skipping a beat. 'Oh, Pansy. What a rude thing to say about yourself. I personally thought you smelled worse but I guess your opinion is all that really matters.' The look on her face was priceless and I don't think I will ever forget it."

Now Grace remembered. Grace thought she should be at least a little bit embarrassed with her conduct. But at the same time, she did not care one bit. Pansy Parkinson was probably the most annoying person Grace had ever met. And they met maybe a month ago.

"Oh yes. I remember that day now. Well now that that is done, we have to finish our game," Grace said, scooting a tiny bit closer to Malfoy due to the rising volume from the stadium.

"Oh… Yeah, okay," Malfoy replied, a pale blush sneaking onto his cheeks. "Your word is… Family."

"Large. Loud. Annoying."

"Hey! That's more than one word. You cheated and so that makes me the winner."

"This game doesn't have a winner, Malfoy!"

"I invented the game. I invented the rules. So according to the rules I just made up, I am the winner."

Grace stared at the boy in front of her, face scrunched up and arms folded over her chest. The Slytherin boy just grinned a sort of grin that Grace would have never expected from him.

Minutes turned to hours and the two eleven-year-olds continued playing their game, laughing harder and harder as the words and answers got more bizarre.

As the game went on, Grace was learning a lot about the boy. And she loved learning. She learned that he secretly loved herbology and the study of plants. She learned that sometimes he liked to read quietly down in his dorms by himself. And she learned, that the crinkle by his eyes when he laughed meant that he wasn't as bad as she thought.

AN:

AAAAANNNNNDDD that's the end of chapter (ish) one! Woooo! I really hoped you guys liked it and want to read more because I do have a lot more things planned.

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Kennakitty