Disclaimer: Harry Potter and the characters belong to JK Rowling.

Most love stories start off with something really insignificant. Like in Enchanted, Robert's and Giselle's love story started when she fell on top of him. In Pitch Perfect, Beca started liking Jesse because he sang to her in a car. In Romeo and Juliet, something much, much more insignificant- when their eyes met across the dance floor. In every single love story, there is always one small action that sets the whole affair off. This story starts with something like that too. And their story will make it unbelievably clear that opposites do attract.

Hermione Granger looked out the huge glass window of the Common Room or the Mixed Room as she liked to call in her head. It was her favourite time of the year. No, it was not Christmas. It was the first part of January and she couldn't be happier. You know that time of early morning when the Sun is just rising or coming out from behind the clouds and it was still hues of dark violet everywhere still and it's cold and you have a book in your hand and that hot mug of chocolate coffee mocha that you made for yourself with foam and everything beside you? Makes me hungry, just thinking about it. That was how Hermione was sitting on the window sill just watching.

As the Sun officially rose and everything was covered in the morning glory that comes with it, she smiled to herself and took a small sip of the coffee. No one was up and awake yet, and she loved it. It was eerily silent, but it was the kind of pleasant silence, the kind that did not have to be filled with any sound.

It was 5:49 and well, everything that I wrote before. But there was also a small, swirling maelstrom of sadness inside her head. Sad for the people that did not get to watch this particular sunrise. It was Snape's birthday that day. She knew this because at a point in her second year, she had been quite taken with knowing all the professors' birthdays. That was also the time when she had a huge crush on Gilderoy Lockhart. Although what she saw in him, most people couldn't understand. And after she figured out that he was a total fake, she couldn't understand why too.

Severus Snape had caused her to feel ashamed and insufficiently appreciated through almost all her years at Hogwarts, but she could really see the heart in him, now that everything had become clear without any confusion clouding it. After he died. Crap! She scolded herself for thinking about the war again. After returning to Hogwarts, she had promised herself she wouldn't. But she wasn't perfect. She didn't really strictly stick to the promise.

So many people had died. Lupin, Tonks, Fred, and so many more people. It was last year, but she still had so many nightmares about it. She would wake up screaming so often that no one even bothered to be alarmed by her screaming anymore. She was exactly like Harry now. Nightmares and flashes of bad events, even when she was conscious with constant headaches. She was eternally thankful to Ginny for holding her while she shook and screamed and stroking her hair gently.

But Ginny actually had her own share of nightmares. So holding Hermione reassured her. She also felt rather lonely at times because Harry and Ron hadn't bothered to complete their schooling. Why would they? She knew that being at Hogwarts would be painful as hell for Harry because of all that had happened there, and his grief was something that would hound him for a while. And Ron was Harry's best friend and he had just lost his brother, Fred. But still, being Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, and Ronald Weasley, a war hero and best friend of Harry Potter, they were both now in Auror training.

She didn't hate them or anything for leaving her alone at Hogwarts. And it was not like they didn't ask her to stay with them. It was just that she wanted to finish her last year at Hogwarts and write the N.E.W.T. finals. Even though she didn't have her best friends with her.

But it was okay. She had Neville, Ginny and Luna, whom Hermione found to be a good listener and actually a really good friend despite her occasional Crumple- Horned Snorkack and Plimpies obsessions. And she had Professor McGonagall, who had given her advice about coping mechanisms all through the year. Hermione had found that despite her severances and the no-nonsense attitude, she was quite a soft woman when the situation called for it.

Harry and Ron had owled her almost daily during the first part of the year but they were busy- after all, they were becoming Aurors. Now it was hardly once in two weeks. Hermione tried hard not to be bitter about it, but after all, she was human and the fact that their friendship was slowly weaning made her sad. But Ginny was in the same situation too, so she supposed that it was just their busy lives. Harry and Ginny were in a relationship, but Ginny often confided in Hermione about her worries that the long distance thing wouldn't work out. But Hermione knew Harry like the back of her hand and knew that whatever happened, he would never leave his friends for anything in the world, especially Ginny. That way, she could find assurance too.

Hey guys,

How is Auror training going? You said something about the Disillusion Charms reversion last time. I hope that you both are doing fine. And Ron, please send a letter to Parvati for Merlin's sake. She's always whining to me about it and if you want to break up with her, do that. But please, do SOMETHING.

Other than that- nothing else has been happening here lately. It's just been about a week after the Christmas holidays, after all. I've started revising my subjects. And I thought I should let you know that Blaise Zabini and Luna Lovegood are a thing now. Don't ask me how that happened because I sure as hell don't know. I asked Blaise how he was dealing with Luna's beliefs in Crumple Horned Snorkacks and all; and he said that he thought it was Luna's special 'zing'. Blaise is becoming a fast friend of mine right now because of the House Unity promoting thingies including the fact that the House tables are now removed and we all sit at the same table. But Quidditch is still the same, to your relief, I know.

Do you know that today is Snape's birthday? I know it's a sad topic but I think that I'm going to go and visit his grave today. Head Girl duties are officially getting harder now, and you might be pleased to know that I stopped S.P.E.W. because yesterday, I visited the elves again and they said that they didn't want any more freedom because they got weekends off every other month. But don't think that I'm ever going to drop the idea. The house elves at Hogwarts may be happy, but many others are not.

I'm really sorry that I couldn't join you guys this Christmas. There were so many kids staying at Hogwarts for the holidays, and only Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick and Filch as the 'grown ups' so I was asked to stay behind to supervise the kids as the Head Girl. I hope you liked your presents. The next Hogsmeade trip is on January 18th. Can you come there so we can meet? Ginny asked me to say 'please', Harry. Find the time, guys.

Loving and missing you loads, Hermione

Hermione put down her quill, sighed, closed the ink pot, sighed and rolled up the parchment. She put on her coat and proceeded to walk down the stairs to the hall and then upstairs to the Owlery. The moment she walked into the crowded room, a slender brown owl with red patches and coal black eyes came to rest on her shoulder. "Oh, Felix!" Hermione crooned. Felix was the closest owl she had as her own. He had taken a special liking to her after she had found him soaked in the rain and using magic, dried the water off of his feathers for him.

Felix pecked and nipped at her hair and Hermione said, "Relax, I brought the treat. As if I'd forget it for my favourite owl," and fed him the many treats she had stuck in her coat pocket. Felix slowly ate it while raising his huge eyes to Hermione's face.

"I need you to take this to Harry or Ron, whoever you see first, okay?" she told him while tying the letter to his leg. He finished eating his treats and looked at her once again. Hermione smiled and lightly kissed his soft body. Felix's beak turned into a smile- it seemed to her as he took off flying.

"If I didn't know better, I would assume that you have a thing for owls, Granger," a familiar voice filled with amusement said, behind her.

"Hello, Blaise," Hermione said.

"How are you not freaked out by the fact that I crept up behind you? Most people would be."

"Nah, I recognized your voice. And what do you meant by 'if I didn't know better', huh?" she asked suspiciously.

At the same time,

Draco Malfoy was pissed off. And he was not a force to be reckoned with when he had his angry bug. I believe that you will understand why, from the following reasons outlined by me, below:

1. Blaise's mom's owl, Scapplewidget (Draco didn't know how Blaise's mom got that name either), had woken him up from his peaceful sleep at 5 in the morning. Bloody five in the morning! And believe me, when I say that Draco was not a morning person. He hated waking up, hated the Sun's powerful rays piercing through the curtains of the boy's dormitories, and hated morning rituals. he was more like an owl. Active during night and an arsehole during day and morning. No offense to owls, of course. Can owls be arseholes? Moving on...

2. Draco was hungry, and food wouldn't be served in the Great Hall until 6 am at the least. The only other option was to sneak into the kitchen and steal food, but he was way too lazy to do that. According to him, "How can you expect a bloke to be up and ready as soon as he wakes up?", to which I say, "Everyone else do it all the effing time." But Draco was a stubborn person, so of course he doesn't listen to me. What do I know anyways?

3. It was his dad's trial that day. And that would be the day that the Wizengamot would decide the verdict for being in league with Voldemort(You Know Who). Draco and his mum had narrowly escaped the same fate. How, you may ask? Narcissa lied to Voldemort about Harry being alive, instead of dead, and if she hadn't, Harry would have ended up dead. Draco was spared because he wasn't actually involved in any murder and because he had lied about Harry's real identity in the Malfoy Manor.

4. He had a Potions essay to complete for Professor Slughorn which he didn't want to get off from his bed and do.

Finally, Draco sat up from his bed. Potions. Snape. His Godfather. His… birthday? "Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap!" he muttered as he rushed to the calendar. January 9th. "Crap." He muttered again. He had to go, didn't he? True, Snape wasn't always there for him, but he was his Godfather in name, if not in actions. If his mother had taught him anything, he had to go and pay his respects. That was one small thing he could do. He dragged his feet as he went to the bathroom, to shower. Draco hated mornings.

A/N: Sorry I edited this part, but I needed the Draco's P.O.V. part. How is it?