A/N: Hi!

Today, I am proud to present to you, "Forever Yours", which I am dedicating to helloseattle22, who requested that I do this fic. The request was to do a fic where the Malfoys DON'T accept Hermione. It's going to kill me to make the Malfoys evil, but this may be a chance for my Slytherin to show through :) LOL

Anyway, please enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I'm not J.K. Rowling. I know, I'm disappointed too.

Hermione POV

"Can you tell that bloody 'boyfriend' of yours to stop messing with my stop messing with my stuff? I want my quills back. Those are the only ones I have." scowled Ronald Weasley, one of my best friends as well as my past crush.

"Well, Ronald, if you'd stop insulting him all of the time, maybe he'd stop messing with you." I said, rolling my eyes.

"It's not my fault he's the snobbiest kid in the world. What do you even see in him, 'Mione?" asked Ron.

I smiled to myself. "You wouldn't understand, Ronald."

"Hey, 'Mudblood." he said, laying a kiss on my cheek. "Good day?"

"Yep! What about you, Death Eater?" I asked, smiling.

"It was good. It would've been better if could've seen you more today." he smirked.

"You're so cheesy." I laughed.

"Yes, but all the heartthrobs nowadays are, aren't they?" he asked.

"True. But there are badass ones too." I reminded him.

"Oh." he said, amused. "Well then, my day was fine."

"Hey, guys. What are you talking about?" asked my other best friend, Harry-freaking-Potter, joining up with us.

"Hermione's boyfriend." said Ron. Harry's smile faded immediately. His green eyes were disapproving.

"Oh. Just came from potions with him. Snape's assigned us as partners for tomorrow." said Harry, looking thoroughly unhappy.

"Come on, guys. Can't you support me just a little?" I sighed.

"No." said Ron.

"Hermione, we've been mortal enemies from the first day. He's never been kind to any of us. Why is he suddenly so nice to you? You don't find that suspicious at all?" asked Harry.

I frowned. "No. Harry, people change you know. And while you were busy snogging Ginny and Cho in the fifth and sixth year, and Ron was with Lavender, he was there for me." I smiled.

Sixth Year:

Tears flowed down my cheeks as I sat in the library. Stupid Ron. Why'd he have to go out with Lavender? He knew I liked him.

"You're making it impossible for anyone to try to read, Granger." he said. His grey eyes were cold.

"I didn't know you could read." I retorted, wiping the tears from my eyes.

"Crying over the Weasel again? Where's old scar head? Snogging the Weaslette again?" he asked.

"Oh just shove off." I said, tears coming back. I looked down, not letting him see my face. I didn't need him to make my day worse.

A green handkerchief appeared on the table. I looked up, surprised.

He was putting his wand away. He handed me the handkerchief and started walking away.

"I don't want it back. And quit crying for the Weasel. You can do better than him."

"Oh please." said Ron, rolling his blue eyes. "He's a jerk. You could do better than him."

"You can't do any better than a Malfoy. It's true about you, though. Anyone could do better than a Weasley." sneered a voice. A familiar hand took mine, standing in between Ron and I.

I looked at the figure. It was him.

"Draco, play nice now." I warned.

"Yeah, ferret." glared Ron.

"Shut it, Weasel." growled Draco.

"Shove off, Malfoy." said Harry.

"I'd like to shove you off a cliff." said Draco.

"Girls, girls, quit fighting, you're all beautiful." I said. Draco's lips twitched upward just a bit.

"Come on, Draco. Harry, Ron, I'll see you in Charms." I waved. I took Draco's hand and ran ahead, pulling him behind me.

"Draco! They're my best friends! Quit fighting with them! And Ron wants his quills back!" I hissed.

"Figures. The Weasel doesn't have money to buy more, does he?" smirked Draco. I hit him on the head.

"Ow...Merlin, mudblood, you're messing up my hair." wailed Draco.

"Then quit being a git!" I hissed.

He grabbed my left forearm and pulled down my sleeve. The faint tracings of the word "Mudblood" were still traced into my skin. A memory of the time at the Malfoy Manor.

He lightly traced the letters on my arm. For some reason, he did this, and I was always calmed by it. He knew this and always took advantage of it.

He kissed my forehead. "I'm sorry." he said, sweetly.

I smiled. "Why can't you be this sweet to everyone else?"

"You want me to around kissing people's foreheads? No way. And I have a reputation to uphold. I'm a death eater, remember?" he asked, showing me his own scar. The dark mark was still there. I had suggested that he should get it lazer-surgically removed. He didn't know what I was talking about.

"Not anymore, you aren't." I said, smiling.

He kissed me. "Come on, Mudblood." he said, using my "pet name". After all that I had been through, it didn't effect me to hear that word.

"Let's get to class." he smiled.

"About the scar on your arm," said Draco, "does it still hurt?"

"Not anymore." I said. "Didn't I tell you to tell you to stop worrying about it, stupid? All that it is for me is a memory of the time that I met your lovely aunt. I'd try to get it off, but apparently it's cursed. It won't come off."

"Lovely." repeated Draco. He wasn't focusing.

"What? Why are you spacing out?" I asked. "Did your hair gel run out?"

"No, I just got more bottles yesterday." he smirked. "I was just thinking...about what my family would think if they knew that I was dating a filthy mudblood like you."

"Thanks, you foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach." I retorted.

"You say that as if it's a bad thing." smiled Draco. "But really."

"Well what do you think WOULD happen?" I asked.

"My father would probably use the Cruciatus Curse on me, and I'm assuming my aunt would give me a scar like yours. My mother...hm...what would my mother do?" he asked, thoughtfully.

I started to get worried. "How can you say that so casually?"

"Don't get upset. I'm manly. I can take pain."

"No you can't! You're a sissy, remember?"

"Hey! I am not!"

"You can tell yourself that as many times as you like, but it doesn't make it true, Draco."

He smiled. "So I'm kind of worried that they'll find out."

"Then let's hope they don't." I smiled.

"Alright. See you at dinner." smiled Draco. We had arrived at my Ancient Runes class.

"See you." I smiled.

Draco POV

The thought still lingered in my mind. How would my family react? I hope I wouldn't have to find out until they calmed down with their "pure-blood mania".

"So there's the filthy blood traitor." said a voice. I looked front of me stood a girl. A girl I had once dated. A girl was supposed to be in Beauxbatons. A girl that I thought I'd never see again. A girl that made me almost frightened. A girl who was known to be a little snitch. A girl who looked at me with complete loathing in her eyes.

Pansy Parkinson.

A/N: So how was this? The action will pick up soon. Sorry that this is really dull so far...

Did any of you find any references? Ahaha :)

So in case you're confused, the italics are flashbacks, and in the beginning, I refer to Draco as "him". I hope its not too confusing... Also, this takes place after the war, but a lot of people I'm reviving. They're too awesome to die. :)

The scar parts are going to come in sometime in the near future :) Although it's kind of fun talking about their scars :) Ahahaha

Anyway, please review! I'll see you all soon!

Lots of luv,

Cherri (CherriLuvMalfoy on twitter. Ahahaha :) )