Disclaimer: If I had some polyjuice potion I'd definitely be JK Rowling... no wait... if I had some polyjuice potion I'd be whoever Draco's girlfriend was at the time. No

wait... if I had polyjuice potion I'd be magical, so I'd just BE Draco's girlfriend ... period. Okay, my point is: I'm a pathetic muggle. And I'm not JK Rowling either.

Unfortunately, all of the characters belong to her . But the plot's all mine

A/N: this is our first fanfic so please give it a go! And then please review! Lots of DM/HG.

Chapter 1: Fire and Water

Hermione had had a long day, and was really hoping to get some rest. She was so exhausted because of Snape, the Potions Master. She didn't get why he thought she

was a little miss know-it-all, and even if she was, why that had got to do with him reducing 10 points from Gryffindor for no reason. At this constant moment, she was

hurrying up the long marble staircase to the Head Common Room, which was shared by both Hermione and Draco. Why did he have to be the head boy? He was such a

pest and not to mention, a bad roommate. As she thanked Sir Cadoggan for letting her in, after refusing a couple times out of jousting with him, she nearly fell to the

floor in shock at what Draco, the Head Boy, was doing. "You evil loathsome little cockroach! How dare you! How did you get to my diary in the first place?"

Draco, smirking, as if it was nothing much than taking a sip of water, retorted back to her, "Do you really think that much about Weasel Redhead?"

"It's none of your business! Now give it me back!" She yelled, holding out her hand.

"No, why don't you make me?" Draco retorted, suddenly jumping to his feet. Draco was now waving the diary about in the air, when Hermione caught hold of the other

end! However, she was not strong enough, so Draco was still hanging on to the other end. They shrugged and tugged and pulled until finally, as Draco let go, the pages

ripped out and spread everywhere, flying in the air. Hermione let out a piercing scream, so loud it filled the room and they were sure that a window had just cracked.

"Um… I guess I'm sorry." He said, as he noticed her weeping and sobbing into her hands, he had no alternative but to… to… apologise. What? Why was he doing this?

Why was he apologising? He knew too well that a Malfoy should never apologise, even if he knew he was wrong. So why, out of all people, was he apologising to a

mudblood?

Wait. Did she just hear right? Did Malfoy just say sorry to her? She looked up from her hands and stared up at him anxiously. She just about noticed that he looked

extremely confused and embarrassed. But obviously, she knew it wouldn't last long, as that look soon came off his face and he went back to looking like Crookshanks on

a bad day. As she was just about drifting away in her thoughts, she remembered to be polite, even to Malfoy, and said, "thanks." In a timid voice. Just as she said this,

he stormed off, hiding his face away. In just a matter of seconds, she heard his bedroom door slam. "Wait, Malfoy!" but there was no reply…

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