Only Time Can Tell:
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Time. It had always been important to Hermione Malfoy (previously Granger). During the war, she had learned to cherish every moment, especially considering all those who were killed. She realized then, that your life could be taken away from you in a second so she should make the most of hers. Little did she know that after the war was won, her world would change completely.
September 1st, 1999- The Day They Realized It
It was a pleasant morning in Kings Cross station as wizarding children of every age sped through the barrier to platform 9 ¾. Through the crowd one confident young brunette made her way towards the train.
Hermione:
This is it- our last year at Hogwarts. After a whole summer of chores and Quidditch at the Burrow we're finally here- we meaning Harry, Ron and I of course. After Harry defeated Voldemort last year, he and Ron both had decided that they wanted to become aurors- meaning that we had to come back and take our N.E.W.T.s. I really don't know what I want to become yet, but still the opportunity to return to Hogwarts was one no one could refuse.
Besides being one of the few 8th year students invited back, I was also chosen to be Head Girl. When I received my letter from McGonagall I was astatic, running and jumping up and down with joy. Sadly I had no idea who the Head Boy was, for McGonagall only wrote, "For your partner Head Boy will remain a surprise" leaving me with absolutely no name or house. Over time I narrowed it down to three possible suspects: Blaise Zambini- Slytherin, Anthony Goldstein- Ravenclaw, and of course, Harry. I was really hoping it was Harry, after all were are best friends, but when I asked him if he got a letter he simply said, "Letter, What Letter?" leaving me disappointed and still very curious.
So here I am, Hermione Jean Granger currently standing in front of the Heads Chamber on the Hogwarts Express. The answer to the questions that has been haunting me for months lies right past this door. I close my eyes, take a deep breath and yank the door open. "MALFOY!"
Draco:
Yes very shockingly, I have received the position of Head Boy and even though I was not planning on returning, upon hearing this, my mother practically forced me on to the train and back to this Bloody school. I mean, it can't be that bad. The door to the Heads chamber was slowly opened and someone walked in. I wouldn't have even noticed if not for the voice that filled the air moments later. I looked up straight into the eyes of the one and only, Hermione Granger.
"Granger close your mouth your going to catch flies" "How are YOU the Head Boy" she spat back. " It's fairly simple really, McGonagall must have finally come to her senses and realized how charming, intelligent, charismatic, handsome, and awesome I am, meaning I fill the job description perfectly" "Still arrogant I see" "Still a know-it-all I see" "Haha, very funny Malfoy" she said "Oh yes I did forget to mention how HILARIOUS I am didn't I?" "Stupid, pig-headed Ferret" I heard her mumble as she sat down. I never realized how pretty she was until now, I mean she was really pretty in Forth year at the Yule Ball, but now she was just plain beautiful. Her unruly curls were now tamed chestnut ringlets that fell down her back, her rich chocolate eyes seemed to melt as you stared at them, she now had form-fitting clothes instead of the baggy, over-sized ones she once wore, allowing her beautiful figure to show. She was thin, but had curves in all the right places, making her ordinary, but absolutely gorgeous at the same time. Wait WHAT? Did you just use Granger and gorgeous in the same sentence? Damn Draco, Snap out of it!
Hermione:
I slowly sat down and pulled out a book, Hogwarts A History, one of my favorites. I must have read it at least twenty times already, but it never got old. I began to read, but after a while realized that Malfoy was staring at me. "What?" "Nothing that concerns you, Bookworm" he replied harshly, but I saw the slightest pink tinge of blush begin to form on his cheeks. What was his problem? I looked back down at my book, but in the corner of my eye I could still see him. He no longer wore the same identical black suit that did nothing for his pale skin like he had before; instead he wore a typical outfit that showed off his toned arms from Quidditch. His hair no longer was gelled, but now fell into his face like it had in third year. His skin was still pale, but no longer sickening though as it had been during Sixth year and his eyes looked like molten silver, swirling and dancing in his eyes. Over, all he looked good, VERY good. Wait, did I really just think that? Oh My Merlin Hermione, get a grip! Malfoy is probably the same arrogant, pureblood, snob he has been for the last eight years. I could feel my cheeks begin to burn and I can almost swear that I saw a smirk begin to form upon the Ferret's face.
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