Hi guys! This is my very first fanfic and I really could use your feedback and reviews. English isn't my mothertongue so please bear with me if I make any mistakes, I'm trying to avoid them at any costs though!

Chapter 1: The prophecy

Hermione rubbed her hand over the picture in the book her grandmother had sent her. The woman in the picture, or painting rather was the princess of some country that no longer exists. She sighed and grabbed the letter next to it.

My dearest Hermione,

I found this book while I was doing some research for one of my books about the history of Europe and upon seeing this painting I simply coulndn't put it down again. This girl is the princess of Agron, a country whose name had all but been erased from every historybook I ever read. It was a part of our British Isles and as we all know, the victors write history. The English erased everything they possibly could about this county after overtaking it. But none of that would be of much interest to you, I believe. But the girl in the picture should, she is the spitting image of yourself. I have never seen a more striking resemblance to anyone I have ever known. In any way, my darling, I wanted you to have it.

I miss you and I love you,
Your grandmother

Hermione examined the girl in the picture. She did look a lot like her. The same golden brown eyes, the same curly brown hair. It was rather odd, like looking at a picture of oneself, only not. It didn't mean anything though. It wouldn't matter that a girl who lived a thousands of years ago looked like her. She was definitely no princess of anything, although she had heard some people refer to her as the golden princess of Gryffindor, but that was just a nickname people used while gossiping about her. It didn't mean anything. She slammed the book shut and stuffed the rest of things in her bag. The book her grandmother gifted her she held in her arms as she got up from her table in the library. She was walking the hallways on her way to the Gryffindor tower and she opened the book once more. Finding herself oddly fascinated by the other girl. It felt as though she knew the girl on paper, as if they had met eachother before. Having her nose in a book had made her clumsy before, and this time was no different. She was already muttering her apologies when she steadied herself against another body. Her mouth snapped shut as she found the eyes of the person she had so clumsily walked into. His hands were on her arms, keeping her steady as her hands rested on his chest. They remained like that for a second, before they both took a step back in disgust.
"The least you could do, Granger, is not sully anyone with your filth by keeping your eyes on the road." He hissed.
She wasn't feeling like having another pointless argument with the likes of Malfoy, so she merely rolled her eyes at him before kneeling to retrieve her book. He snatched it from her hand.
"What's this Granger, trying to find some ounce of royal blood in your dirty veins?" he smirked.
"Give it back, Malfoy, it's no business of yours" she hissed. She tried to grab the book, but he turned away from her and opened it on the page that had her grandmother's letter on it. Hermione watched him intently as his eyes grew big when gazing upon the picture of the girl.
"Give it here, Malfoy" she commanded again. He turned to her.
"Where did you get this?" he asked, seemingly forgetting about his usual condescending look.
"It was given to me by my grandmother, why?" she raised her eyebrow in question. He slapped the book shut and walked away from her, leaving her behind in the dark hallway, wondering and questioning what made him react that way.

The next day went by without Hermione noticing. Classes seemed duller than they ever had before and she hardly noticed when Harry and Ron talked to her. To be totally honest, they usually went on about the exact same things. Voldemort, horcruxes, Dumbledore, and Malfoy. Every time they mentioned his name, her interest peaked. She was oddly interested in the person that was Draco Malfoy. The previous night she had seen something that she had never noticed before. There was something about Draco Malfoy that was interesting and mysterious. The way he had reacted to him seeing the picture in the book made her feel weird. It shouldn't have bothered him in any way. So there was a princess that once existed that looked a bit like her. It wasn't her, so it shouldn't matter to him. She also wanted her book back, so she was determined to seek Draco Malfoy out today. That night, she was roaming the halls on the way to the library when someone grabbed her and all but threw her into an empty classroom. She quickly regained her composure and her wand was pointed at the assailant. The classroom was dark and she couldn't see the person standing on the opposite side of the room.
"Who are you and what do you think you're doing?" she angrily asked. The man stepped forward and Hermione's eyes met the ones she had been seeking in the crowd all day. "Malfoy?! What the hell is this?" she hissed, not removing her wand.
"I still have your book" he answered.
She raised her eyebrows. "yeah, you do. Do you plan on giving it to me then?" she asked.
"Sure, I'll give you your book." He rummaged through his bag and handed her the book.
"Thank you" She whispered. She put her wand back in her robes and made her way to the door. She reached for the doorknob but suddenly, Malfoy's arm prevented her an exit. She turned her head to him and found herself uncomfortably close to him. His breath ruffled her golden brown curls.
"I didn't bring you here to give you a book, we need to talk" he whispered.
"Fine then, talk" she whispered, her breathing ragged.
"That book your grandmother gave you. Did you read it?" he asked.
"What? No,not yet, I just saw the page with the picture of the princess of Argon." She answered.
"You should look at the rest of the book" he stated before opening the door and leaving her in the classroom. Hermione was even more confused now. She sat down on one of the chairs in the room, the book in her lap. She opened it once again on the page with the picture. The girl that looked so much like her, the unnamed princess. How do princesses remain unnamed was still a mystery to her. She turned the page and gasped. There it was, the reason why Malfoy wanted her to read the entire book. There, one the next page was another picture, a man this time. His grey eyes as familiar to her as the golden brown eyes of the girl on the previous page. His blonde hair as telling as his ivory complexion. The words underneath the picture were even weirder. King Draco I of England.
"He even has the same name" she whispered. She slammed the book shut and ran after Malfoy. She found him, in the girls lavatory.
"This is what you wanted me to see, isn't it. Why? Because it is once again proof that even in history anyone who bears resemblance to me will be lower than you. That to you, I will always be inferior?" she yelled.
"What?" he looked stunned. She walked over to him and slapped him.
"You really are vile, Malfoy." She hissed.
"That's what you think, isn't it?" he answered. She rolled her eyes and turned away from him. When she started walking he grabbed her wrist.
"That's not why I showed you the book" he continued.
"Then why?" she continued. Despite all her efforts, there were tears welling up in her eyes, dangerously close to rolling down her cheek.
"There is a prophecy" he started. "A prophecy about me. I never put much faith in it, it sounded like rubbish until I saw your book." He let go of her wrist and turned away from her.
"What could my book, my muggle book for that matter, have to do with your prophecy." She didn't believe a word he was saying.

The girl whose likeness will be seen in a book will change your history, sealed with a true love's kiss.

He muttered the prophecy so quietly she had to step closer to hear it.
"That sounds like the stuff of fairy tales. Even if it were true, there must be millions of girls who resemble some old person in a book." She reasoned.
"That wouldn't matter, it was your face that appeared on the page." He turned to her.
"Of course it matters! We loathe eachother, there is literally no universe in which we would share anything, let alone a true love's kiss. You are surely mistaken." She didn't know whom she was trying to convince, herself of him. He sighed. She felt the atmosphere in the room change, and felt as though she won this battle. She turned to leave Malfoy to his thoughts, but he wasn't finished yet. He slammed her into the wall, his body pressed up against hers.
"What the hell, Malfoy." She hissed. She was planning on telling him off, but his lips blocked her words. He pressed them hungrily to hers. She gasped and he used that moment to gain entry to her mouth. He tasted like apples and winter and for a second, she lost herself in the moment and joined him in the kiss. The second she did, the world started to spin. Hermione broke the kiss to steady herself, but she was met with Malfoy's eyes. He looked terrified. The world wasn't just spinning, it was shaking too. And not from the passionate moment they had, but in real life.
"What's happening?" she yelled. He shook his head.
"I don't know" he sounded scared, terrified even. He grabbed her hand and seconds later, the entire world went black. It felt like apparating, only worse and she blacked out the minute she felt Malfoy's hand disappear from her hand.

Hermione turned in her bed, wrapping the blankets tighter around her petite form. She heard the cracking of the fire and wished it were bigger. The room was cold and she still wanted to remain in her soft fortress for some minutes later. She heard someone open the door and enter her room. Probably some other Gryffindor.
"Your Grace, it's time to get dressed" she heard a voice say.