Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters. That's is all J.K. Rowling's.
Author Note: This my very first fan fiction here. I tried very hard to make this a good first chapter. Let me know what you think and I'm very willing to make changes if necessary. Enjoy reading.
Love
Love. It's a terribly confusing thing. What is love to one person is different to another.
Love is something one Hermione Granger has been trying to figure out since… well since she met Ron Weasley. Now don't get me wrong, she's not in love with Ron. She never has been. But it didn't stop her from thinking about love. She wondered if what she felt for Ron was love. She wondered if she would ever fall in love. She doubted it. And if she did, it would only really be an infatuation. Because, in her mind, love was double sided. And who in their right mind would fall in love with brainy, plain, Hermione Granger. Though several people have told her she was beautiful she'd never believe a word of it. She was just… plain.
Hermione is a wonderful girl and no one could ever doubt this. But no one had really seen her as something special. That was until the day she arrived at Hogwarts for her 7th year. Someone did notice her. They noticed how well she had filled out, her curvy figure, and the beautiful smile on her face. And they loved every bit of her.
Draco is a man who could best described as, a prat. But, he was undeniably good looking and he was pretty smart for being a pretty-boy. Draco arrived at Hogwarts proudly wearing his Slytherin robes, but something that had never been on his robes before was now shining brightly as he got of the Hogwart's Express. He was sporting a nice and shiny Head boy badge. He knew very well who was the Head girl and was glad that it was who it was. He wouldn't like it any other way.
Draco was just getting comfortable in the Head's common room after dinner when he heard the door open. In came a very beautiful looking Hermione. Draco turned so he was looking over the back of the beige couch he was settling in on. He gave her a sexy smirk that said 'You now you want me.' She looked at him, gave a polite smile, and tried to put a look of disgust on her face but Draco saw right through it.
Hermione wasn't disgusted by Draco any more. Since the end of the war she didn't find a need to. He wasn't blatantly mean to her and so she didn't give any rude comments to him. They were civil. And she had to admit he was quite attractive. Though, she would never say this to his face. No need to fuel his already huge ego.
Hermione walked in said a shy hello and started up the staircase that led to the hallway that contained both of the Head's bedrooms. She only made it a few steps before Draco said "Going to bed so soon? Why not sit with me and we can get to know each other a little." Hermione looked over her shoulder "If that leads to anything that has to do with you being in my pants then I don't think so." She took another step when he responded "I don't want to have sex with you Granger, I'd just like to get to know the beautiful girl I'll have the chance to work with all year." She turned around and looked him in the eye "You don't need to flatter me; I already know what you're capable of. And I want none of it." Draco put a look on his face that was half amused, half offended. "I don't know what you mean. I'm completely innocent." Hermione rolled her eyes and turned around and started up the stairs again with something that sounded like 'Yeah, right.' Draco called after her "So, you don't want to have a chat with me?" Hermione, who was now in the hall upstairs looked down at Draco who was standing up looking back at her, called down "I don't think so." She said more quietly "Not tonight."
She headed down the hall to the bedroom meant for the Head girl. She opened the door and found a beautiful room done in lavender. The four poster bed had a lavender comforter on it and the pillows were made of off-white lace. She started to unpack everything and hummed a little lullaby her mother used to sing to her when she was young.