Hi All!!!

So this is my new story. I am kinda using the story line of Pride and Prejudice, which has probably been done many times, but I wanted to do my version. So this isn't very long, and I know that, but I need to know how the beginning is.

Please please give me some input and let me know if this is good enough to continue. Let me know! I welcome all of your comments, be it good or bad, but I prefer the good ones.

I hope you enjoy it, and I promise that future chapters will be longer!!

Oh and there won't be a bunch of graphic sex scenes, but there will be a few. The rating, for right now, is mainly for the language (because my language is a little sailorish and so sometimes it comes out in my writing).

All right, enough of my babbling and on to the story! Read and enjoy!

The first time they met, it didn't go very well.

He could remember it as if it were yesterday. Both eleven years old and on their way to start school at Hogwarts. She had come in to his compartment and sat down with a huge smile on her face.

"Hi. My name is Hermione Granger. I see you have no house decorations on your robes, so I assume that you are also a first year. I am so excited, aren't you? I can't wait to really start learning about magic. Do you know much? I don't, but I am learning quickly. I have got the repairo charm down. Ooo…I have been reading Hogwarts A Hisory…"

He remembers the first thought that came to his head was, "Wow, this girl can talk. I wonder how much longer I am going to have to listen to her. And look at that hair….looks like a rat's nest. Don't say that out loud. We need to make friends and she seems like a smart, capable minded person."

Hermione took a breath to continue her last thought when they were interrupted by a clumsy, slightly overweight boy looking for his toad.

When he walked in, with a panicked look on his face, Hermione stood up and extended her hand to him.

"Hi, I am Hermione Granger. Are you looking for something?"

The boy nodded and did another sweep of the compartment. "I am Neville Longbottom and I can't find my toad, Trevor. I had him when I boarded but then he slipped away."

He watched her face crumple with a bit of concern, and then she straightened her back, squared her shoulders and then held her chin a bit higher. A move that he would later recognize as her stance of authority. She smiled at Neville, brilliantly, and sat a hand on his shoulder.

"Let's go, Neville. I will help you find Trevor." She then turned her smile on to him. "It was nice talking to you. Maybe we will be in the same house or classes. I hope to see you again."

And without ever once getting his name she strode out with that clumsy boy and down the corridor.

A smile spread on his face as he remembered the wonderful feeling about the possibility of being that girl's friend. He was happy when Crabbe and Goyle found him and they made their way to those dingy boats. He was happy when they made it to the Entrance Hall.

It was all ruined when he met that damned Harry Potter. Then she was sorted into his rival house, but he still had some hopes for a friendship.

Then she became Harry fucking Potter's best friend.

That was when she became nothing more that Harry Potter's mudblood friend who was nothing more that dirt under his expensive Italian shoes. He hated that she was smarter than him and better at magic than him. He hated everything about her.

He hated her brown curly hair that was never under control and could show her emotional states, so he knew when would be the easiest times to get under her skin. He knew that if it was a day that her hair looked as if it had not been brushed for days it was going to be a good day for him.

He hated her eyes. Dark chocolate brown that shone with passion and could make any man quiver in his shoes. They turned almost black when she was angry, seemed to sparkle when she was happy, and he was sure could give away all of her emotions with just one glance.

He hated how smart she was. How she could beat him in every single class they shared. The only two things that he could truthfully say he was better than her at was Divination and Quidditch. Both things that she hated so therefore he loved.

While most of these traits were things that most would admire in a person, he despised them for one reason: He was better than her because he was not only a pureblood but also very powerful in the wizardry world, so she shouldn't be able to be better than him with her low blood and social status.

That is just the way that it should be.

***

Hermione sat in the Great Hall, her head in a book as she studied for an up coming Astrology exam. She was peacefully lost in the words when she felt someone standing behind her.

With out even glancing up, she took a long drink of her coffee, "Yes? Can I help you."

"Yeah, you can pack up your shit and get your ass up to the Headmaster's office for our meeting with him."

Hermione rolled her eyes and looked up at the man who had come to get her. Draco Malfoy stood, looking down his nose at her, as if he were better than her, which he believed he was. Hermione put a fake smile on and stood up, bringing her only book with her.

"Oh, I am so sorry, Malfoy. How silly of me to get carried away with studying. How will Dumbledore ever understand our tardiness."

With that, she started walking out of the Great Hall with a confident stride and a chuckle, leaving Draco staring at the spot she had just been occupying for a few seconds. When he was brought out of his stupor he shook his head and took off after her.

"What makes you think you could ever talk to me like that, Granger?"

Hermione stopped and whirled around, bringing Draco up short and almost colliding with her. She stuck her finger in to his chest and started poking him, painfully and repeatedly.

"You arrogant ass, I want you to listen and listen well. I don't care what you think about me, but you will not treat me like one of your brainless followers. You are no better than I am, Draco Malfoy. One day I will prove that to you."

The last sentence was barely a whisper and she turned on her heel and made her way to the gargoyle that hid the entrance to the Headmaster's office. She mumbled the password and they made their way up the spiraling staircase.

Hemrione fumed to herself as Dumbledore went over their duties for the year and what was expected of them as Head Boy and Girl.

'The nerve of that jerk, treat me like dirt, hah! I will show him. Only two days into the year and all ready he is insulting me. Like he has the right to talk to me that way. Living with him is going to be a treat.'

Hermione pulled herself from her thoughts with a sharp jab from her newly appointed partner. She shook her head and noticed that both Dumbledore and Draco were staring at her. Her face turned bright red and she suddenly found the corner of Dumbledore's desk very interesting.

"Sorry. What was that last thing Headmaster."

Dumbledore chuckled and made a steeple with his fingers, "I was just explaining that while I know the history between the two of you, I expect you both to show the utmost respect for the other in front of the students. I am really trying to promote inner house relations and being two of the most popular students from opposing houses you hold great influence over how your fellow housemates act. If you can get along, maybe Gryffindors and Slytherins will start to realize that you are just people and houses don't have to divide you."

Both of the students nodded and promised that they would try while one thought hung on both of their minds.

'Yeah, right.'