Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, But I wish I owned Draco ~drool~
Hermione Granger woke to the sun shining brightly in her face. Cursing mildly at the rays of light, she sat up and swung her feet over the bed. The first two coherent thoughts that entered her mind were 'I'm finally at Hogwarts!' and 'Cold!' The floor of her room was freezing to the touch. Hopping from one piece of clothing to the next, Hermione slowly but surely made her way to the door. Stepping into the hallway Hermione looked towards Draco's door, 'Looks like Malfoy isn't awake, I really need to have a word with him about that truce.' In the bathroom, she studied her reflection in the mirror as she brushed her teeth. 'Wow' she thought 'I've really changed after all these years' Her hair cascaded down to the middle of her back in soft waves and her eyes had gotten lighter. They were now a honey brown with flecks of gold, which were rarely ever visible unless she was extremely angry or unbelievably happy. Her curves had finally set in this summer and where ever she went there were guys trying to ask her out. Some of the dates she had accepted, but most of them she had turned down. She had arrived to Hogwarts only the night before, when she had found out that she was the new head girl. Hermione was so thrilled. That is, until she found out that the new head boy was.Draco Malfoy. Dumbledore showed them to their room, a portrait with a man and a woman holding hands and looking at the stars, and told them the password, ~thinking about forever~. 'Senile old fool. What type of brainless password is thinking about forever?' she had heard Malfoy mutter under his breath. Glaring at him, she had walked into the room and gasped. It was the most beautiful place she had ever seen. The common room was massive. It walls were a beige color and trimmed with green and the green was trimmed with gold. Beige couches, red hearthrug, and a large fireplace completed the ensemble. Hermione's room was the same color scheme with a four-poster bed with red velvet curtains. The bathroom was tiled with green and the towels and the shower curtain were gold. Unable to keep her eyes open any longer, Hermione had amazingly found her way to her new room. As she crawled into bed, she had thought 'I have to live with that git for a whole year. Better think of some kind of truce,' and with that her head had hit the pillow. She walked back to her room to finish unpacking and put her uniform on. Turning to her wizarding stereo, she turned on the radio and it began singing Numb by her favorite band Linkin Park. It reminded her so much of herself. Ever since she had broken up with the most prestigious man in all of London, the muggle part any way, her parents have been nothing short of abusive towards her. She had bruises up and down her body from where they struck her repeatedly if she did anything wrong, and in their eyes, everything she did was a mistake. They wanted Hermione to be just like them. To her, her parents were the most arrogant people she had ever known, aside form Draco Malfoy of course. Her family was fairly rich, and Elizabeth and George Granger always told her that they should keep all of that beautiful, beautiful money in the 'family'. That family was made up of anybody that was as rich and snobbish as they were. Matthew Cunningham. How she detested that name. His date was one of the many that she had foolishly accepted. Thinking back to that one fateful night, she sat back on her bed in a daze. Tears began to prickle at the back of her eyes as she watched the event play back in her mind. "NO!" she sobbed, shaking her head vigorously from side to side, trying to force the images away. Trying to rid herself of the pain. All she really wanted was some body to talk to; somebody to hold her and tell her that everything would be okay. But there was no one. "Fuck it all then," she whispered to no one. "It was all my fault it happened to me anyway. I don't need anyone." Supposedly, Matthew was the best thing that could and would ever happen to her, and every time she was hit or punished, it was all done to make her a 'better person'. Hermione tried to tell her mother what had happened between her and Matthew, what had ensued the break-up. But Elizabeth would hear nothing of it. To her, her daughter was a painful disappointment, but if she wanted that lavish retirement she had always dreamed of, she would make the best of the situation and try to marry her off to some rich old fool. All Hermione wanted was their trust and love, but she knew that they were all about money and didn't really care about her. There was nobody to turn to. Nobody understood her. Not even Harry and Ron, her best friends, not really.
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Hermione's first day at Hogwarts as a seventh year student wasn't anything too special. When she walked out of her room dressed and ready for the day, she found Malfoy sitting on one of the couches flipping through his potions textbook. Staring at the back of his head, she thought back through all the years he had taunted her. Form the moment she had walked into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to last night. Although he didn't say anything she could just feel the indifference for her radiating off of him. Gathering up her courage, she timidly walked around to his front and took a deep breath. "Malfoy, can I talk to you?" Hermione didn't give him a chance to answer before she jumped into her next sentence. "Well, I honestly think that this year we will be working closer together due to our head positions and to make things go smoothly and less dangerous for both of us, I propose a truce. We don't have to be friends or anything, but at least on a first name basis. I don't care what you think, this is going to happen." She finished in one breath as she stuck out her hand. Malfoy stared at it with a look of mild surprise on his face. "Okay. I think it's a good idea.Hermione." A half smile half smirk played at his lips as he shook her hand. He then stood up, gathered his things and walked out the portrait. Still standing there with her mouth open in shock, Hermione slowly turned around and stared at the portrait Malfoy had just went through. 'Wow,' she thought, 'I never thought I'd see the day when Malf- I mean Draco agreed with me. Although he has been acting strange. Almost civil.' She shook herself of this thought and left for the great hall. Walking down to breakfast, Hermione meet up with Ron and Harry.
"Hello Hermione. Congrats on making head girl," Ron grinned madly and wrapping her up in a friendly embrace "How come we didn't see you on the train?"
"Yeah, me and Ron turned the place upside down looking for you!"
"Well." she started slowly "I had to help with the new prefects and the prefect meeting then I was on.Compartment Duty...yeah that's it."
"Compartment Duty? I didn't even know there was such a thing." Said Ron.
"Yeah, well they just made it up this year. You know to keep people from getting into fights and such. What? Do you think I'd hide form you or something? Anyway I think it's time we headed off for breakfast." Hermione smoothly lied. The truth was she wasn't really in the mood to be around people just yet. In the train, she had spent the entire trip hiding in a dark compartment in the back crying and drifting in and out of sleep. Thankfully she wasn't disturbed except for when Malfoy had walked in unexpectedly, but he had just given her a smirk and shut the door.
Breakfast was business as usual. Ron inhaling the entire table and Harry not far behind. But Hermione wasn't feeling very well and ended up just pushing around her scrambled eggs. Her mind kept going back to that night that painful humiliating night. She had to fight to keep the tears in. Suddenly Harry rested his hand on her arm and whispered in her ear.
"Are you ok Hermione? You don't look too good, almost green."
"I fine Harry. Could you please not touch me right now? I have a lot on my mind." Looking at her confused and hurt he lifted his hand off her arm.
After a while, when breakfast was almost over, Dumbledore stood and raised his hand as a sign of quite. In a few minutes the Great Hall was silent. "Well students it is now the first day of classes and hopefully you all make it on time." At this he glanced at Harry and Ron. They grinned sheepishly. "Once again I would like to congratulate our new head boy and girl Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger. As you all know every year we have a new Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher. It's almost a tradition now. This year we have a most wonderful teacher. Once living in London, he has decided to come back and start teaching again full force. May I introduce Matthew Cunningham!"
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, But I wish I owned Draco ~drool~
Hermione Granger woke to the sun shining brightly in her face. Cursing mildly at the rays of light, she sat up and swung her feet over the bed. The first two coherent thoughts that entered her mind were 'I'm finally at Hogwarts!' and 'Cold!' The floor of her room was freezing to the touch. Hopping from one piece of clothing to the next, Hermione slowly but surely made her way to the door. Stepping into the hallway Hermione looked towards Draco's door, 'Looks like Malfoy isn't awake, I really need to have a word with him about that truce.' In the bathroom, she studied her reflection in the mirror as she brushed her teeth. 'Wow' she thought 'I've really changed after all these years' Her hair cascaded down to the middle of her back in soft waves and her eyes had gotten lighter. They were now a honey brown with flecks of gold, which were rarely ever visible unless she was extremely angry or unbelievably happy. Her curves had finally set in this summer and where ever she went there were guys trying to ask her out. Some of the dates she had accepted, but most of them she had turned down. She had arrived to Hogwarts only the night before, when she had found out that she was the new head girl. Hermione was so thrilled. That is, until she found out that the new head boy was.Draco Malfoy. Dumbledore showed them to their room, a portrait with a man and a woman holding hands and looking at the stars, and told them the password, ~thinking about forever~. 'Senile old fool. What type of brainless password is thinking about forever?' she had heard Malfoy mutter under his breath. Glaring at him, she had walked into the room and gasped. It was the most beautiful place she had ever seen. The common room was massive. It walls were a beige color and trimmed with green and the green was trimmed with gold. Beige couches, red hearthrug, and a large fireplace completed the ensemble. Hermione's room was the same color scheme with a four-poster bed with red velvet curtains. The bathroom was tiled with green and the towels and the shower curtain were gold. Unable to keep her eyes open any longer, Hermione had amazingly found her way to her new room. As she crawled into bed, she had thought 'I have to live with that git for a whole year. Better think of some kind of truce,' and with that her head had hit the pillow. She walked back to her room to finish unpacking and put her uniform on. Turning to her wizarding stereo, she turned on the radio and it began singing Numb by her favorite band Linkin Park. It reminded her so much of herself. Ever since she had broken up with the most prestigious man in all of London, the muggle part any way, her parents have been nothing short of abusive towards her. She had bruises up and down her body from where they struck her repeatedly if she did anything wrong, and in their eyes, everything she did was a mistake. They wanted Hermione to be just like them. To her, her parents were the most arrogant people she had ever known, aside form Draco Malfoy of course. Her family was fairly rich, and Elizabeth and George Granger always told her that they should keep all of that beautiful, beautiful money in the 'family'. That family was made up of anybody that was as rich and snobbish as they were. Matthew Cunningham. How she detested that name. His date was one of the many that she had foolishly accepted. Thinking back to that one fateful night, she sat back on her bed in a daze. Tears began to prickle at the back of her eyes as she watched the event play back in her mind. "NO!" she sobbed, shaking her head vigorously from side to side, trying to force the images away. Trying to rid herself of the pain. All she really wanted was some body to talk to; somebody to hold her and tell her that everything would be okay. But there was no one. "Fuck it all then," she whispered to no one. "It was all my fault it happened to me anyway. I don't need anyone." Supposedly, Matthew was the best thing that could and would ever happen to her, and every time she was hit or punished, it was all done to make her a 'better person'. Hermione tried to tell her mother what had happened between her and Matthew, what had ensued the break-up. But Elizabeth would hear nothing of it. To her, her daughter was a painful disappointment, but if she wanted that lavish retirement she had always dreamed of, she would make the best of the situation and try to marry her off to some rich old fool. All Hermione wanted was their trust and love, but she knew that they were all about money and didn't really care about her. There was nobody to turn to. Nobody understood her. Not even Harry and Ron, her best friends, not really.
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Hermione's first day at Hogwarts as a seventh year student wasn't anything too special. When she walked out of her room dressed and ready for the day, she found Malfoy sitting on one of the couches flipping through his potions textbook. Staring at the back of his head, she thought back through all the years he had taunted her. Form the moment she had walked into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to last night. Although he didn't say anything she could just feel the indifference for her radiating off of him. Gathering up her courage, she timidly walked around to his front and took a deep breath. "Malfoy, can I talk to you?" Hermione didn't give him a chance to answer before she jumped into her next sentence. "Well, I honestly think that this year we will be working closer together due to our head positions and to make things go smoothly and less dangerous for both of us, I propose a truce. We don't have to be friends or anything, but at least on a first name basis. I don't care what you think, this is going to happen." She finished in one breath as she stuck out her hand. Malfoy stared at it with a look of mild surprise on his face. "Okay. I think it's a good idea.Hermione." A half smile half smirk played at his lips as he shook her hand. He then stood up, gathered his things and walked out the portrait. Still standing there with her mouth open in shock, Hermione slowly turned around and stared at the portrait Malfoy had just went through. 'Wow,' she thought, 'I never thought I'd see the day when Malf- I mean Draco agreed with me. Although he has been acting strange. Almost civil.' She shook herself of this thought and left for the great hall. Walking down to breakfast, Hermione meet up with Ron and Harry.
"Hello Hermione. Congrats on making head girl," Ron grinned madly and wrapping her up in a friendly embrace "How come we didn't see you on the train?"
"Yeah, me and Ron turned the place upside down looking for you!"
"Well." she started slowly "I had to help with the new prefects and the prefect meeting then I was on.Compartment Duty...yeah that's it."
"Compartment Duty? I didn't even know there was such a thing." Said Ron.
"Yeah, well they just made it up this year. You know to keep people from getting into fights and such. What? Do you think I'd hide form you or something? Anyway I think it's time we headed off for breakfast." Hermione smoothly lied. The truth was she wasn't really in the mood to be around people just yet. In the train, she had spent the entire trip hiding in a dark compartment in the back crying and drifting in and out of sleep. Thankfully she wasn't disturbed except for when Malfoy had walked in unexpectedly, but he had just given her a smirk and shut the door.
Breakfast was business as usual. Ron inhaling the entire table and Harry not far behind. But Hermione wasn't feeling very well and ended up just pushing around her scrambled eggs. Her mind kept going back to that night that painful humiliating night. She had to fight to keep the tears in. Suddenly Harry rested his hand on her arm and whispered in her ear.
"Are you ok Hermione? You don't look too good, almost green."
"I fine Harry. Could you please not touch me right now? I have a lot on my mind." Looking at her confused and hurt he lifted his hand off her arm.
After a while, when breakfast was almost over, Dumbledore stood and raised his hand as a sign of quite. In a few minutes the Great Hall was silent. "Well students it is now the first day of classes and hopefully you all make it on time." At this he glanced at Harry and Ron. They grinned sheepishly. "Once again I would like to congratulate our new head boy and girl Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger. As you all know every year we have a new Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher. It's almost a tradition now. This year we have a most wonderful teacher. Once living in London, he has decided to come back and start teaching again full force. May I introduce Matthew Cunningham!"