Story of Her Life
Disclaimer!: I don't own any characters, just the plot. JK Rowling has full ownership of everything else besides that.
Chapter 1: of all the challenges
Draco Malfoy stalked down the corridor leading to the headmaster's office with a most affronted look on his pale, pointed face. What could the headmaster possible want that calls for me to come directly to his damn office?!
As he approached the stone gargoyle guarding the entrance to the office, he saw a disturbingly familiar head of bushy brown hair and mentally groaned.
"And what are you doing here Granger?" he spat, his voice laced with venom.
Hermione Granger turned around, a look of utmost loathing upon her small face, covered by her brown hair that never seemed to stay where she wanted. "I think the real question is," she sneered, "What are you doing here? I didn't think that this school still allowed death eater scum like you back here."
"Quite the contrary," quipped Malfoy, his normal sneer in place, "I would have hoped that by now this school had learned its lesson about letting mudblood filth such as yourself to even carry a wand."
Hermione had just opened her mouth to retort when the door behind the gargoyle slid open and non-other than Severus Snape exited, his greasy hair swinging into his eyes and his robes billowing behind him.
"Draco," he said, completely ignoring Hermione's presence, "the headmaster is waiting for you. I suggest you go and hear what has him so terribly excited." The potions master made a face that said all too well what he thought about Dumbledore getting excited, and gestured for Draco and Hermione to enter the passage.
They were transported up the spiral stone staircase and upon knocking on the griffin knocker, were told to "Enter."
"Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy, do sit down please and make yourselves comfortable." Dumbledore spoke warmly from his high-backed chair behind the desk. Both pupils continued to stand stiffly, as far from each other as was possible under the circumstances.
Dumbledore sighed, this is going to be harder than I envisioned. he thought.