Author's Notes: I am so sad to inform you, that my other story, Dilemma, is on HIATUS, I am currently trying to organize pieces of scenes in my mind for the said story for it is based in the book series itself with major changes nonetheless.

This is around their 6th year. Enjoy.


Divided with Fake Walls

For Voldemort: "The first condition of Immortality is Death."

Prologue

"Whatever happens, Draco… you'll be in my heart, do you know that?" He smirked at her, and gave a nod. He couldn't deny that he's quite annoyed with her know-it-all aura, but nevertheless, he loved her, and will always do.

"I know." Her eyes were sad, her cheeks stained with trails of tears. She just nodded back and wrapped her arms around him, wanting to feel him one last time…

Before they part.

Or so they thought.


She was annoyed. Yes, definitely annoyed. Hermione Granger was annoyed to hell. She had been listening perfectly well to McGonagall as she further lectured about Transfiguring an animal into an object (a ferret into a pillow), but due to his constant snide remarks, her top was blown off.

"Maybe I can suggest you, instead of wasting a lot of ferrets. That would be very charitable, eh?" She said hotly, her voice dripping with sarcasm. His beautiful face frowned a bit, but then became very smug.

"Oh, and you would love to have me, Granger. You'd cuddle me in your sleep, placing me between your—"

"Dream on, Malfoy. I was planning to hand you to Professor Moody for a Christmas gift actually." She said, smirking. Draco Malfoy grimaced. He frowned at thought of Moody having him(a pillow now) between his legs. He was getting weaker and weaker at it everyday, and the exact opposite for her. Usually she would be the one to shut up because of his very colorful remarks and comments about her bushy hair, her bookworm attitude, etc. But not this day, now to be specific.

"Mudblood." Hermione winced, yet she turned to him, her face void of expressions.

"You know Malfoy, I've been hearing that word from your dirty little mouth almost every time that it's beginning to lose its meaning." She said matter-of-factly.

"That's doesn't stop it from making you wince yet, Granger." He returned, draping his right arm on her shoulders. However, Hermione didn't budge and stayed firm.

"Arse."

"Bushy Haired."

"Prick."

"Bookworm."

"Deatheater." (Malfoy grunted.)

"Oh-so perfect innocent little girl."

"Dirty little boy." Oops.

"Oh, you should have told me that you wanted to be dirty, Granger." He grinned, his hot breath fanning her ears. She finally looked at him, anger and hatred dancing in her eyes.

"Shut up, bouncing—"

"What seems to be the problem, Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Granger?" McGonagall turned to them, noticing that two of her top students have not been listening to her talk for a while now. She arched her eyebrows at Draco's arm on Hermione's shoulders.

"Nothing, professor. I was just asking this mud—oops. Granger I mean," A lot of Slytherins laughed and grinned while Dean Thomas, who was also a Muggle-born, scowled. The Gryffindors sent angry looks over the Slytherins, whispering hotly at each other.

"about the lesson." Draco finished, not even bothering to take of his arm off of her. Somehow, his current position is too comfortable for him. Very comfortable I dare say.

"Is that so, Mr. Malfoy? If you would have listened to me instead of whispering sweet nothings to Ms. Granger, you would have perfectly caught up with the lesson." Malfoy feigned a look of shock and cupped something with his right hand. Hermione jumped for a while, and her face started burning. However, McGonagall, nor the others did not see this little play.

"That was what I was trying to tell him, professor." Hermione spoke, her voice a little strained than usual. McGonagall gave her a look and turned her back to them once more.

"Anyway, class dismissed." McGongall said tartly and left the room with long, dignified strides. Everybody started trailing behind her, except for two students who stayed sitting on the front row.

"You liked that huh, Granger?" He smiled mischievously, setting his right hand free but his arm still draping over her shoulders.

"That would be," She carefully lifted his arm away from her, "when Voldemort," she gripped his hands so tightly that he winced in pain, quickly pulling it away from her, "starts snogging Luna Lovegood." She finished, already at her feet, looking at him with anger spreading in every fiber of her body. He scowled at her, rubbing his right hand.

"And don't ever touch me, again." Hermione started walking towards the door, completely angry.

"Don't touch you where again, Granger?" Draco called back, his voice laced with amusement. Hermione just rolled her eyes, and pushed the door with only one thought in her mind.

Good thing no one was beside us, and Harry and Ron's in the Hospital Wing. The little git.

End of Prologue


Well, that's it for now. I will update as soon as I can. Please tell me what you think of it.

Added Information: This is happening around their 6th year, and the scene with a girl saying that the guy will always be in her heart, is somehow, a scene from the past. Who are they? That would remain a mystery, for now, at least. And this story is not beta-ed. But I would really appreciate it if someone offers to.

Happy Days to all.