Worlds Apart: A Draco & Hermione story
Chapter 1: Hate comes before Love
The moment I got my acceptance letter from Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Witchcraft, I knew that I was going to be the best witch that ever was. My name is Hermione Granger, and I will be turning 11 this year. So I will be turning 12 in my first year, obviously. On the 19 of September to be precise.
The moment I got to platform nine-and-three-quarters, I was amazed at the secret world right under the noses of Muggles. There were so many witches and wizards bustling around, I was completely overwhelmed. As I slipped further into my daydream, I felt my mother's hand around my shoulders. "Hermione, we'll miss you so much. We love you, hope you have a wonderful term!" My mother's eyes were glistening with unshed tears and I smiled. "Mother, I won't be gone that long. I'll see you and father soon." And with that, I stepped onto the Hogwarts express.
Apparently I was to share the cabin with a boy named Neville Longbottom. He seemed quite sweet but not very socially adept. After a few failed attempts at conversation, I decided to go around the cabins to meet the rest of my yearmates.
The first cabin I came to contained twins named Padma and Parvati Patil. They were very sweet, and full of wit. I suspected that at least one, if not both of them might be sorted into Ravenclaw. The next cabin I entered had Ronald - or Ron as he preferred to be called – Weasley and Harry Potter. I'd heard a lot about Harry and I expected someone more, well, talkative. But he was this pale boy with lank black hair and green eyes with a dreamy expression on his face. His only distinguishing feature was his lightning-shaped scar. Just as we were making civil conversation, a boy with pointed features, white-blond hair and silver eyes barged in.
"Hello, my fellow students," he said with a smirk. "I am Draco Malfoy. Care to introduce yourselves?" What a prat I thought to myself. But I plastered a smile on my face and introduced myself. Ron and Harry followed suit. "Ah, the Boy Who Lived, is it? And a Weasley. My father says that they all have red hair and more children that they can afford. And last and most definitely least, a Mudblood. I don't understand why a witch would want to marry a Muggle."
I bristled at his comments and was just thinking of a sharp retort when quiet Harry said, "You be careful, Malfoy. I've heard that hate comes before love." Draco sneered and replied, "I suppose that means I'm going to love the entire population of Muggle-borns, house elves and Mudbloods." At that, he turned around and swept back to his cabin. I glared at Harry. "I will never love that pompous git." I said, with what I hoped was a convincing glare. "Good day."
Back in my compartment, I fumed over the injustice of it all. How could Harry even dare to suggest Draco would love me, or, worse, I would love him? The whole idea was just absolutely preposterous. But in the back of my head, I heard a little voice. He does have very nice silver eyes. Oh, and his silken locks too...