Title: When Hate Turns into Love.

Summary: Stuck together as Head Boy and Head Girl, Hermione can't stand the pressure Draco gives her. After a cruel event that took place, she suddenly begins to feel sorry for Draco and shows some compassion towards him. Will things ever change between the two, or will they remain as enemies?

Disclaimer:Hey everyone! This is my first fanfic, so please let me know how I'm doing so far. Of course, you all know that I don't own these characters, and that this isn't how J.K. Rowling has written her books, or even planned to. So, be realistic. I hope you all enjoy this.

An angel of only 17 ran into a train compartment where all her friends were gathered together. She had pools of honey colored eyes, soft light brown hair, which was styled as delicate curls that moved along with her. She had fair skin, a few freckles across her nose, and was slim. She was dressed in her school uniform, and she was proud of herself. A brave smile was across her face, and she had an announcement for all of them.

"I'm Head Girl!" Her voice spoke out, and a burst of cheering and laughter erupted.

"That's brilliant!"

"Well done!"

"Great job!"

"I knew you'd do it!"

All those brilliant shouts were thrown her way, and it made her beam more. Her cheeks were a bright rosy pink and she suddenly felt shy. She had never gotten this much praise before, but her mates were proud. Her two best friends, Harry James Potter and Ronald Bilius Weasley, ran up to her and hugged her tightly. She let out a small laugh, and was cut off by them kissing both of her cheeks. A small giggle escaped, and her cheeks turned into a deep crimson red.

The excitement was cut off by Professor Dumbledore, who suddenly appeared. He requested to see the girl in 5 minutes in the back of the train, and not to be late. His presence was soon gone, and she nodded towards her friends. They all waved at her and hugged her, wishing her the best. She turned on her heel and walked out of the compartment and into the back of the train. Her smile was still proudly printed on her face, but when she reached her destination, it slowly slid off into a face of horror. Her enemy, Draco Malfoy, was there with Dumbledore.

"Please, Ms. Granger. Have a seat."

She slowly walked to the couch opposite of Malfoy. Dumbledore began his speech, and Hermione listened intently, but with much nervousness.

"You two are both Head Boy and Head Girl."

Hermione made a movement as to cut him off, but he stopped her.

"The reason I picked you two is because you guys are enemies."

"No shit, old man…" Draco thought bitterly to himself.

"Minerva and I agreed that we should make peace between all houses, so that is why you both have been chosen."

He soon stopped, leaving the room in silence, and the two children kept the silence going. He felt that this meant he was being waited upon to finish up. He nodded his head and then continued on.

"You both will share a Common Room and Bathroom…" this caused both of them to look at him bewilderedly. "…but you will have your own rooms." He finished. Hermione felt tears sting her eyes, and Malfoy just snorted.

"You will soon get your schedules as soon as you arrive at Hogwarts." He continued on, and then with a 'pop' he disappeared, leaving the two alone. Hermione had her head down, but then realized that Malfoy was watching her with a smirk.

"Oh, how the mighty have been defeated." He remarked towards her way.

Hermione looked up at him with a face of mixed emotions. She'd have to stay with him for a whole year. What would her friends say? Surely, they would deny it and make Dumbledore pick someone else, rather than him. Maybe she wouldn't tell them until they found out, so that ways nothing could be done. But something had to be done. She just looked at him hurt, and moved her head towards the window, staring blankly at her faded reflection.

"I must say…" He continued on. "…this is going to be an interesting year with a Mudblood like you. I'm going to have my fun hurting you; emotionally and physically." He admitted to her, with his trademark smirk.

Hermione felt his words sting, and with a hard sob, she threw herself out of the room, and heard Malfoy's snickers escaping from the room. She ran past everything to get to her compartment with her friends, hoping she would cheer up. She furiously wiped her tears, and placed a fake smile. When her presence was shown, her friends erupted into another chorus of cheers and yells. Hermione nodded at them, and still made her smile show. However, she felt Harry's odd gaze burning through her. She tried to ignore it, but it made her want to cry. She still held herself together and managed to sit next to the window. Once again, she came in contact with her reflection and felt deep emotions.

"How am I going to get through this?" she thought to herself.