This is my first story on here, so I'm sorry if I don't really know what I'm doing, and I'm not sure how often I'll be able to post all the chapters, but I'll try to make it as often as possible!

I hate to love you

Chapter 1 - Morning Post

Hermione's POV
I woke up with a start as Ron's mother, Mrs Weasley came knocking on Ginny's bedroom door, where I had been sleeping. She opened the door, and I looked up to see Mrs Weasley standing in the doorway, with a large grin pasted across her face, and a Hogwarts letter in her hand.

"Sorry to bother you dear, but Errol just brought this" she showed me the letter. "It's a letter from Hogwarts. At first I thought it was just the list of books, but then it can't be, as this is the only one that got sent"

She handed the letter to me and went back downstairs, whilst Ginny got up out of her bed and sat on the floor next to me.

"Open it" Ginny said.

I looked down at the letter, and began to open it. Once I'd prised open the wax sealing, I read it

Dear Miss Granger,

As you are aware, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is a school of magnificent size, and has a vast amount of teachers, and a caretaker, who take on the duties to teach throughout the school, and look out for the welfare of the students within the school. Their duties lie further than teaching, but include making sure that the students abide by the rules, and deduct house points when these rules are broken.

However the teachers cannot fulfil this duty on their own, they are always in need of extra assistance, and as you know there are a number of prefects that are elected within the school, as you were one of them.

The prefects, on the other hand, do not take their orders from teachers, but from the head boy, and the head girl, who have a large responsibility within the school, to maintain the high standards or rule abidance, and keep everything running smoothly.

It is in my greatest pleasure, Miss Granger, to announce that you are to be the New Head Girl at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find your Head Girl Badge enclosed in the envelope.

May I ask you to go to the Prefect compartment on the Hogwarts Express, as soon as you board it, as you and the newly elected Head Boy must command the prefects what to do whilst they are on the train, and need to give them a briefing of what to expect from being a prefect.

Your book list will be arriving in a few days. Term begins, as usual, on the first of September
Yours sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore

"Well?" Ginny asked, staring at me. "What does it say?"

I put the letter down by my side and looked in the envelope. Ginny grabbed the letter and began reading it.

"Wow Hermione, you got Head Girl!" she said, sounding surprised. "I mean, not that I didn't expect it or anything, but wow, that's really cool! Congratulations!" I smiled at her and said thank you, before tipping the envelope upside down, to reveal a shiny new badge with the words 'Head Girl' engraved in gold on the front.

"Come on" Ginny said. "Let's go tell Harry and Ron" she said.

"Ronald Weasley! If you don't get down here within the next five seconds, we're leaving without you!" Mrs Weasley shouted up the stairs of The Burrow.

We were ready to leave for Diagon Alley to get our new school supplies, as our letters had arrived the day after I'd found out that I was Head Girl. Ron had run upstairs to get Pig's owl pellets so that he could get some more.

"Honestly" Mrs Weasley began saying as she walked down the stairs, rushing round the kitchen to check she had everything. "That boy always manages to make us late, I don't know what I'm going to do with him..."
Ginny and me just exchanged looks and laughed.

Finally, Ron came running downstairs, just as I threw down the Floo Powder and shouted "Diagon Alley!"

As I was the first one there, I stood there and waited in Flourish and Blotts, dusting off the soot from my clothes. I looked down at my jeans, and dusted the soot off them, looking in the mirror over the fireplace. I haven't changed that much, really, I've just changed my style of clothes. I don't wear those baggy jumpers anymore, these jeans that I'm wearing er much tighter than I used to wear. Ginny had to convince me to start wearing them though. At the beginning of the summer, she'd given me a copy of 'glamour' magazine, and I began to read through it, taking fashion tips. I've started wearing basic makeup too – mascara and eyeliner, and the top that I've got on is much tighter than I'm used to, but Ginny said it shows off my curves, and shows my flat stomach, which is a good thing. I wasn't too keen on this style of dressing at first, but now I quite like it.

"Admiring yourself in the mirror?" a voice asked me, quite a sexy voice actually... I turned around to see Draco Malfoy standing in the doorway of Flourish and Blotts, leaning against the doorway. "Granger?" he suddenly asked, as if shocked to see it was me.

"Yes Malfoy, it's me, now if you don't mind, could you please stop staring at me" I said back at him. God, why was he still staring?

Draco's POV
God, why was I still staring? I know why, because I can't believe it was Granger. I mean, when I saw her standing there, in front of the mirror, her hair now straight and shiny, with her tight jeans on, and that tight top, showing off her amazing body–

WHAT AM I SAYING? This is Granger we're talking about, Granger, the Mudblood.

"I can do what I want, mudblood, and anyway, why would I want to look at you? You're nothing but a filthy, little, disgusting, mudblood" I said. And that was nothing, but a downright lie. She was more than a mudblood...looking like that, she's a lot more.... I saw Granger's fist clench, I'd got to her. Good. I looked and saw a tear forming in the corner of her eye. Oh please, how pathetic, I thought she'd got over crying. Obviously not.

"Don't cry Granger, it'll only make you look like a silly little girl. Oh wait, you already are. So please, feel free to carry on crying..."

"Oit, Malfoy, leave Hermione alone!" said the all-to-familiar redhead. Granger immediately wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes. Aw, is widdle Granger scared to show the Weasel that she's cwying? Then again... she does look quite sexy when she's crying...no! What am I saying? A pug is more sexy than this mudblood...

"Well well well," I began, keeping my arms crossed. "If it isn't the mudbloods little pet Weasel. And where's Potty? I bet he's coming to come along any min-

WHOOSH! Suddenly out of the fireplace behind Granger and Weasel, came Potter. Perfect timing, ay? "What are you doing here Malfoy?" he snapped as soon as he stood up. Well, being told of for just being alive, it seems...

"None of your business, scarhead" I barked back at him. Look at him, standing there, his clothes tattered, covered in soot. I don't know what's worse, him or the mudblood. Speaking of mudblood, that reminds me...

"Hey Granger, why are you crying? I would have thought that you of all people would have the least to cry about" I said. Wow, that actually came out quite...friendly. But anyway. Wait, she's looking at me with a puzzled face, does she not get what I mean? Or maybe she isn't after all...

"No?" I asked her. "Oh well, carry on crying, you know, it actually makes you look nicer than usual..." I said. Wait, that sounded too nice too. What's wrong with me all of a sudden? So I smirk. There we go, Granger thinks I was joking.

My job here is done now, so I turn round to leave, but not before giving a final glare. When I go to glare at Granger, however, I can't stop, I just can't seem to stop staring at her. I'd never noticed what a great body she had, or how enchanting her eyes were, or how-

The Weaslette, Ginny, came zooming through the fireplace. So I smirked once more, and left.