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Well, hi, I'm Hermione Gran – woops Malfoy. Man, it's gonna take some time to get used to it… Confused? Well it all began… hm… Let me think…

It all began in my seventh and last year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. When Draco Malfoy, the cold-hearted, ruthless and overconfident Prince of Slytherin and myself became Head Boy and Girl.

Slytherin and Gryffindor? Allies? Friends? Far from that. But I guess Professor Dumbledore did it all for good. What did he call it again? …Inter-house relationship. And the two houses that sure needed it were Gryffindor and Slytherin.

I still recall how unfair I thought it was though deep down, I knew that it was all for good.

"That's so unfair!" I whined at Harry and Ron, my two best friends. "Is fate really that cruel? It must be some sort of dream, uh, more like some sort of nightmare and I'm soon gonna wake up. Malfoy and I as cronies? No way!"

Harry and Ron looked at me with that hey-we're-so-sorry-for-you-Mione as if they didn't dare to talk to me. And I approve their decision. Never try to soothe me when I'm in a bad mood.

"I mean, all that stupid… brat with nothing inside his blonde head, does is torture me. He literally drives me crazy and I will never, ever be friendly towards him no matter how much the Headmaster insists. Why did he have to appoint him as Head Boy anyway? Dumbledore knows that his father was a Death Eater and that he will surely follow the path his father has taken –"

"Well his father is dead Mione and…" Ron said with a small voice.

I turned a how-did-you-dare-interrupt-me glare upon Ron who immediately shut up. "That doesn't mean bleachie-blondie isn't going to want revenge for his father. Why did this have to fall on me?" And then I had the stupidest idea of my life. "Hey I know, I'm gonna resign!"

At that Harry spoke up. "You can't do that! That's exactly what Malfoy wants you to do! You don't want him to think that you're weak, do you?"

He had a point. I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Yeah, alright. I'm not gonna quit."

That's how for the rest of the year, I was by some way 'linked' to Malfoy.

The first five months were no bed of roses. Malfoy was unbearable. And our usual bickering were becoming more and more extreme, but like we cared at that time…

"Hey Dirty-blood Head Girl," came his annoying drawl one day, and I instantly cringed. "Stop frolicking with Weasel and Scarhead and come over here. We've got some important work Dumbledore wants done before dusk. So move that behind of yours and let's get going."

I saw Harry and Ron's stiffen and they looked as though they were gonna hit Malfoy. "It's okay guys," I muttered, "it's my problem. See ya."

"Yeah, see you," Harry said, still glaring at Malfoy who never even flinched, but returned him a defiant stare of his own.

Reluctantly, I got up and let the most annoyed and bored expression onto my face. We went out of the Great Hall and right outside the big doors, I asked. "What now?"

"We're going to go and fetch a… a cake from the elves of the castle," Malfoy told me.

"Oh, and that's your important task? Don't tell me you're not big enough to go fetch a cake all by yourself! No… no, you need the –what didja call me again? Yeah – 'dirty-blood Head Girl', to go with you huh?" I told him dryly.

He scowled at me and said in a rather small voice. "I don't know the way to the kitchen, okay? I've never had to fall as low as going in the kitchens."

I glared at him and it took me all of my self-control not to hit him. "And what makes you think that I know the way to there?"

"You're a Mudblood, you know those things," he replied as though it were the most normal thing to say.

Yeah, I thought. That was pretty nice.

Without a word, or even a glance at him, I walked straight to the kitchens. I silently cursed him. I assumed he preferred to stay back because I walked into the kitchen alone. 

Dobby the house-elf and friend of Harry's went into a conversation with me. Make that a monologue. After five minutes of trying to ask for the cake, I finally got a word in and he immediately gave the cake to me. It was quite a big double-decker chocolate cake that was way too big for me to carry, but hey, I'm a witch.

"Wingardium Leviosa" I muttered before getting out of the kitchen, chocolate cake hovering in the air in front of me.

I again did not even look at Malfoy as I got out of the kitchen with the chocolate cake and I started walking… so very firmly. I was quite sure he was right behind me, that aftershave he wore was quite recognizable. "So, what do we do with this now?" I said stopping dead in my tracks and whirling around.

He must've been really close to my heels. 'Cause my sudden stop made him walk right into me. We stumbled and fell hard on our behinds. But that was not all. My wand slipped out of my hand… and the double-decker chocolate creation fell on top of us. Yeah that's right, the cake actually landed on our heads, with a great SPLAT.

For about a minute, we sat there, stunned.

Then I don't know what happened. I know I was supposed to be mad and start blaming it on Malfoy. But I got an uncontrollable urge to…

"Yeah that's really funny," came Malfoy's distinct drawl as he glared at the laughing me through a thick layer of chocolate and frosting. "Do you know how much these robes cost? They'll never be the same."

And I couldn't stop my laughter from doubling over. I was laughing so much my sides were hurting. I mean, honestly, Draco Malfoy, the stuck-up Slytherin was there in front of me, covered with chocolate, from head to toe. Quite a show.

And I remember at one point, when I was meant to think of him as ridicule, having the ghost of the thought that he was quite good-looking. And his eyes… They were one of his best features. Blue, ice blue actually, but the colour of his eyes hinged on his mood anyway.

But it certainly was my mind playing tricks on me. The amount of chocolate around was surely affecting my brain and my thoughts.

"We look like throw-outs from CandyLand, Granger!" Malfoy told me. "And it's all because of you. What will Dumbledore say?"

I kept on laughing.

"Would you stop guffawing Granger?" he said coldly, but his eyes had betrayed him, 'cause when mine fell upon his I saw an amused glint pass through them.

Eventually, he started chuckling too. "It's true that you look kind of… stupid covered with chocolate like that," he said through his laugh.

"And… and… you ha…haven't seen y…your… self," I managed to say.

Soon enough, we were both voicing out how ridicule the other was and the laughing was really starting to hurt my sides.

Finally, laughing-time ended and we both sat there breathing heavily, totally used up.

"Gosh…" I gasped. "I… need… to… breath."

"Yeah… same… goes… for… for… me."

I glanced at him and another fit of giggle came to me but I pushed it down. Malfoy's eyes met mine… and he smiled at me.

Oh God, I thought. So he does know how to smile…

Then he did something I had never expected him to do. He leaned over, "you've got some… some chocolate on your nose," he said, brushing it off with his finger… then he licked it. "Tastes good."

I sat there, frozen by his act. My nose still tingled from the warmth of his finger on my skin.

"I, uh," I'd babbled. Not knowing where to look, I gazed down at myself. "Just look at us. We're… we're a fine… mess."

Malfoy got up. "That's right. I agree with you."

I got up too. "What are we gonna tell Dumbledore? For whom was this cake anyway?" I asked.

"No idea," he told me. "He just told me to bring to up to his office."

"Maybe it was someone's birthday or something and… and he's gonna be really mad at us for ruining the cake."

Malfoy pointed his wand at him, muttered 'Scourgify', and the chocolate magically vanished. Then, he turned to me, muttered the same thing and I was cleaned up. "Thank you," I muttered.

"What about the cake?" Malfoy asked, staring at the empty tray on which the double-decker initially was.

I stared at it too.

"Dumbledore is gonna be mad at us." Malfoy was saying.

"Not if he doesn't know what happened to it," I told him.

"What do you mean?" Malfoy asked, a slight frown on his features.

"Well, if Dumbledore doesn't know anything about the cake… He won't be mad…"

"What do you mean? Of course he will find out… The cake won't be –"

"Unless we bake one ourselves!" I put in the picture.

And I still remember the horrified look Malfoy had given me. "Are you out of your mind? Bake another cake? Why not conjure one up?"

I shook my head at him. "Don't even try, the taste is horrendous, like plastic or something. No it'll be better if we bake one ourselves." I glanced at him. "Unless you don't want to. I'll totally understand, you're a Malfoy. You never go in the kitchen."

Malfoy scowled at me. "Are you saying that you think I have not got what it takes to bake a cake? I could do it, single handed and alone."

I snorted. "Yeah, and I'll have to stand close by with a fire extinguisher ready in my hand."

Malfoy smiled. "Maybe that's true."

"Oh you're admitting that I'm right?" I had let out, surprised.

"That will be our little secret." Malfoy winked at me.

What's going on? I thought. I just guessed he had the Cold-hearted King had… softened. "So are you coming or not?"

"I'm following you," Malfoy said.

I went into the kitchen again, and this time, Malfoy was right behind me. I had a word with Dobby and he allowed me to used the oven. I conjured up flour, margarine, eggs and all the ingredients needed for the cake.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Malfoy asked me, uncertainly.

"Trust me." I told him conjuring up sugar. "I'm a Muggle born, remember?" I glanced at him. "Well, that's one of those things you won't let me forget so… Nyways, that's how Muggle people make cakes. My aunt showed me how, she's got a bakery."

"A Ba-what?" Malfoy asked.

"A bakery. That's where Muggles buy their bread and some cakes if they want." I patiently explained.  "You know, Muggle people aren't that bad…" he glared at me, "But everyone got his beliefs and you belive what you want. I think we've got everything," I glanced down at the table in front of us. "Except…" I waved and two white aprons appeared in front of me. "Take one."

Malfoy stared at it. "I'm not gonna wear this."

I smiled. Typical boy reaction. "But yes you are."

"What's this anyway?" Malfoy asked.

"It's an apron, it helps not to spot your robes."

"Well, there's no way you're making me wear an apron," Malfoy said firmly and trusting it back into my hands.

I handed it to him again. "Yes you are."

            "No."

            "Yes."

            "No."

            "Yes."

            "No."

            All the time, the apron did a crazy come and go between us. Finally, I sighed. "Listen Malfoy, if you want to spot your costly, pretty robe then fine. But if you don't," I added mischievously, "that would be just another one of our secrets."

            He gave me a scowl and grabbed it. "I don't want to stain my robes. How do we put that on?"

            I show him by putting on mine. And when he saw how it was gonna look, he hesitated. "For the sake of your robe," I teased, "can't you hear it screaming, 'Oh Malfoy! I've been such a good robe! Don't stain me! Please! Please!' huh?"

            He gave me yet another smile and put it on. I drowned the fit of giggles that was certain to come when I looked at him. But I knew that if I laughed, he'd sulk. "You look great," I gave him thumbs up and had to quickly look away.

            "I look stupid."

            "But then, you always do."

            "Thank you, Granger," he said, dryly.

            "Let's get it going," I said, after a while. "So first we'll sift the flour." I invoked a big bowl and a sieve and held the sieve over the bowl. "Now Malfoy, you're gonna tip the flour in the sieve –this thing I'm holding in my hand –" I explained to his questioning look. "The flour, it's that white powderish thing. No that's sugar. Yeah that's it. Pour it in there."

            It's quite difficult to explain what really happened next. All that I know was that a white cloud sudden rose and I found myself coughing what seemed like dust.

            As the cloud faded, I glared at Malfoy through it and breathed in steadily. I raised my hand to my face and rubbed off the thin coat of flour stuck to my skin. "You were supposed to gently pour it, Malfoy. Not dump the whole lot in it!"

            "But you didn't tell me!" He shot back. "How was I supposed to know? You're the expert here."

            I stuck out my tongue at him while scowling. "Right."

            Using magic, I put all the flour back in the packet and Malfoy gently tipped it in the sieve. After the sifting, everything went with the flow and with Malfoy's help, we had finally reached the oven step.

            Soon, the cake was ready and it just needed some decoration.

            It wasn't as beautiful and big as the smashed cake but it was quite good-looking. After nearly two hours of relentlessness, Malfoy and I were standing in front of a chocolate cake.

            "Ah the fruit of our work," I sighed.

            "Now let's bring it to Dumbledore." Malfoy said, levitating it and starting to go out of the kitchen.

            "Uh, Malfoy?" I said.

            "What?"

            "Are you planning to go there… like that?" I asked him, pointing at his dirty apron and giggling.

            "I was telling myself that I had forgotten something," he said sheepishly. Malfoy had never been embarrassed before and that, again, surprised me.

            I made the aprons disappear and cleaned up the kitchen, and for the second time that day, Malfoy and myself.

            We went to the Professor Dumbledore's office and said the password to the gargoyle. Soon enough, we were in the Headmaster's office.

            The old man was seated at his desk and he smiled up as he saw us.

            "Good Afternoon, Professor." We both said.

            "Well, hello." He replied amiably. "I was expecting you to come sooner. Why, put that on the desk Mister Malfoy."

            Malfoy accomplished.

            There was a bizarre glint in his eyes as he smiled at us. "I sure hope that didn't have any problem baking this cake."

            We gasped in surprise, shocked that he had found out about the cake. But then, he was Albus Dumbledore and if I had thought a bit harder, I would've known that he would be aware of it.

            "I must say, that I am very proud of both of you. And today is a day to remember. Gryffindor and Slytherin. That is just so fantastic." He said giving us both a nod of approval.

            He dismissed us and Malfoy and I were soon walking through the corridors once again. Professor Dumbledore had just brought up one point. Malfoy and I were being pleasant towards each other. How could that be?

            "Malfoy?" I let out uncertainly.

            He glanced at me and I immediately understood that he was asking himself the same thing. "Why aren't we arguing or biting our heads off or something?"

            After a while, he shrugged. "I don't know. I guess you can't fall and be covered with chocolate and fudge and bake a cake with someone, without liking him or her. Whether she is a… non-pure blood or he is a ruthless blonde boy."

            I couldn't believe it. For the first time ever since we had met, he had referred to me as a 'non-pure blood', and that sent a warm tingle straight to my heart. But the amazing part was that he had spoken truth about himself, 'ruthless blonde boy', which meant that he wasn't as bad as he seemed.

            "Know what?" I said. " I think you're right."

            He grinned down at me and I realized that Malfoy was really a good-looking lad… and it wasn't my imagination playing tricks on me.

            That's how Draco and I became friends. And before long, he and I had become really close friends. All these times, Draco and I had concentrated on our differences, which was quite sad cause we had much in common. My relationship with Draco had caused fights with Harry and Ron… no I had fights with Ron… Harry respected my decisions.

            "Hermione, what's wrong with you?" Ron had shouted.

            "Nothing's wrong!"

            "Are you sure? 'Cause that's Draco Malfoy we're talking about. He is arrogant, cruel, vain, idiot and evil! You can't be friends with him!" Ron said, heatedly.

            "Of course! Just because you and Harry don't like him, I shouldn't be friends with him, huh? Is that it?" I shot back.

            "But he calls you… that word and you just wipe it off to the bad days and befriend him?" Ron shouted. "Maybe you're under Imperius Curse or something…"

            "Ron, grow up, will you? We just had some difference of opinion, that's all. Draco is a very nice guy and if you only took some time to know him, you'll see that I'm right!" I told him earnestly.

            "But…" Ron started. "Weren't you the one who as complaining about how unfair it was to be with Draco and you were even thinking about quitting your Head Girl post! And don't forget that his father was a Death Eater!"

            "He would never hurt me," I said firmly.

            "How can you be so sure of that?" Ron said skeptically.

            "Because he is my friend, Ron." I told him, exasperated. "And I know him well enough to know that he would never hurt me."

Ron turned towards Harry who had not said a word. "Say something Harry!"

            "I've got nothing to say," he said silently.

            "What?" Ron cried out. "Nothing? Harry, Hermione here has gone out of her mind. She is crazy!"

            Harry turned to Ron. "No she isn't. If she wants to be friends with Malfoy, well, why can't she? It's her mind, he body, her… heart. And Hermione's big enough to take her own decisions, Ron. And I respect her decisions…"

            Ron stared at him open mouthed while I silently muttered. "Thank you."

            "But," he turned towards me. "Don't expect me to be friendly towards him just because he's your buddy."

            "Yeah, alright." I said.

            Quite confusing, don't you think? I would've thought that Harry would've flared up and that it would be Ron… well, come to think of it, I would've thought that both of them would be mad. But I had never expected Harry to respect my choice.

            On his side, Draco was meeting quite some obstacle too. The dirty looks the Slytherins –led by Pansy Parkinson –gave us whenever we were together was enough to know that she and Draco had a row.

            "I'm telling you, she's got a thing for you," I told Draco one day.

            "Are you crazy?" Draco looked at me. "She's just a friend and anyway, she's got a thing for every guy in the Slytherins from Montague to Goyle."

            I giggled. "Goyle?"

            Draco smiled at his own comment. "Well, okay, maybe that's a little… blown up. But, I'm telling you. Pansy? Not for me."

            "But she's got a thing for you," I assured him.

            "Mione." He said warningly.

            "Okay, okay, but just look at the way she looks at you. All that… lust. It's quite obvious. How can you not have noticed?" I asked quickly, before he could interrupt.

            "Pansy. Does. Not. Fancy. Me." He enunciated.

            "Yeah. Right." I said sarcastically. "Just wait till the seventh year party and we'll see who was right."

            "Granger, just shut up," he said.

            "Alright," I said. "But that doesn't change the fact that she's got a thing for you," I insisted.

            Draco laughed. "You're so unbearable."

            "Like yourself. And that's why you like me," I told him smugly.

            After that, the year passed in a blur. Draco and I had loads of fun and learned heaps of stuff about each other. For instance, he was a fun-loving guy, kind and considerate once you came to know him and that he trusted you.

            Months back, if you had told me that I was gonna become Draco's best friend, I would've laughed in your face and told you to get yourself some treatment. But there we were, having so much fun and liking each other for what he is and who is.

Author's Note- And that's the end of the first chappie!! Liked it? Or not? Review please!