Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. No matter how much I wish I did.
A/N: I'm sorry for not writing in my old stories but I haven't had internet and I have two new stories, neither of them have names. I'm not very good with names.
Prologue
You know how people always say love stems from hate. Well, this is where my one and only true love began, with hate. This boy and I hated each other with a passion, since we were both eleven years old, but I began to "like" him in my sixth year. It all started when he called me a mudblood. It probably didn't help that I was a Gryffindor and he was a Slytherin.
My name is Hermione Malfoy. Back then I was Hermione Granger, goody two shoes, bookworm, Gryffindor princess and mudblood to a few. He was The Draco Malfoy sex god and Slytherin prince.
My story really begins in seventh year when we were both Head Boy and Girl and so we shared living Quarters. This includes Common Room and a bathroom. We even had our own kitchen and a library. It was great. I was then and am now a bookworm (he is too just no one knows but me). Well, let's begin my story, we'll start at the beginning…
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