Chapter 1

Hermione was sitting on her windowsill writing a letter to her friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. Ron had owled her that morning informing her that Harry was staying at the Burrow for the remainder of the summer holiday and that they would be at Diagon Alley to get their school supplies the next day. Hermione was currently writing back to tell them that she would meet them there.

Hedwig was drinking water in a dish while Hermione wrote the letter. After she finished she gave it to Hedwig and the snow white owl left. Hermione picked up her Hogwarts letters. Yes letters. Obviously Hermione was made Head Girl. She still could not believe it. She kept wondering who the Head Boy was. She hadn't told Harry or Ron yet. She was going to wait till they went to get their books to tell them.

Draco sat in his room penning the days thoughts. He had just received the news about his Head Boy leadership. He knew without a doubt that 'Mudblood' Granger was going to be Head Girl. To him that was not technically a problem.

Except that his father hated everything Muggle. His father had not been pleased with his grades. The only class that he had received and Outstanding in was Potions. Everything else was Exceeds Expectations, except for DADA that was an Acceptable. Draco was happy with the grades, but his father wanted perfect. So all summer Draco was either cursed or beaten repeatedly.

He knew better than to show that it hurt. He had made that mistake when he was younger. On top of all this, his father wanted him to receive the Dark Mark during Christmas Break. In all honesty, contrary to everyone's belief, Draco wasn't looking forward to it. He was used to feeling hated, hell practically everyone in Hogwarts hated him. Especially the Weasel and Perfect Potter. The Boy Who Lived.

"The Boy Who Lived To Be A Pain In My Ass, more like it." Draco muttered. He stood up and magically sealed his notebook. There was only one person who could open his notebook and that was him. He was proud of that. His own perfect little spell. He had taken extreme precautions to make sure that no one else could get in that notebook. He knew that he would be killed if anyone saw his true feelings.

After making sure that notebook was sealed he hid it by casting an invisibility charm on it. He knew where that book was at all times. He stood in front of his mirror and looked at every mark on his body. His father had finally gotten sick of him. Draco was not sure what he had done this time, but he did not dare ask. He knew he would receive worse if he did.

Every slight movement made him wince with intense pain. He slowly walked over to his door and inched it open. He heard his father talking to people. He could tell that the people were Death Eaters. That was the only kind of people his father ever had over. Death Eaters and their families. He slowly shut the door. When he turned around he jumped. His house elf was standing in his room putting fresh clothes on his bed.

"Nicky begs your pardon Sir. But Nicky's only wanting to bring Sir some new clothes." The house elf bowed and looked a little frightened.

"That's alright, Nicky. I just didn't hear you come in that's all. And thank you for the clothes."

"Nicky's bleached your others Sir. Nicky'll be finished with those soon Sir."

"Thank you Nicky."

"Would Sir like Nicky to make Sir a hot bath to sooth his wounds?" "Yes, Nicky that would be wonderful, thank you." With that the house elf rushed to make her master a hot bath. After she finished Draco slipped into the bath slowly and cautiously. He knew that the hot water was good for the wounds, but he also knew that his father would be furious when he found out that his house elf was helping to heal what he had dealt him. Draco flinched as the hot water hit the welts and cuts on his body.

Hermione walked down the street in Diagon Alley towards Gringotts. She had arrived early so that she could exchange her Muggle money for Wizard money.

Five minutes later Hermione walked out of Gringotts with a bag full of gold. All of the sudden she was tackled to the ground.

"Hermione!" Hermione tried to say something but she could not breathe. "Sorry what was that?" Hermione was helped up and as she brushed off her robes she looked up into the green eyes of one of her best friends, Harry Potter.

"I said, 'Don't do that Harry!'"

"Oh Sorry. I almost didn't recognize you. It took Ron and I forever to figure out that it was you. We saw you walk into Gringotts, but then when you came out and we saw your face we knew it was you. So I had to come and get you!" Hermione looked at him suspiciously.

"Why on earth..."

Ron Weasley interrupted her. "Hermione! What did you do to yourself? Wait! That came out wrong! I didn't..."

"I know what you meant Ronald!" She glared at him. "All I did was straighten my hair over the summer..."

"And get a figure and get well..." Ron motioned to her chest. It was true Hermione had gotten a great figure over the last six months and she had grown a nice set of breasts. They were perfect in any guy's opinion. They weren't too big and they weren't too small. With a look from Harry and Ginny, who had just walked up, Ron shut up and dropped the subject.

The four friends went to collect all of their books and school things. They were sitting in the Ice Cream Parlor when Harry and Ron decided to go look at the Quidditch Shop. That left Hermione and Ginny by themselves. They girls talked about everything. How stupid Harry and Ron had gotten over the summer. Who were the hottest guys at school. Everything.

After a while Ginny said that she needed to go get fitted for new robes. Hermione nodded and Ginny left. Hermione sat there alone. She grabbed her romance novel out of her bags. She figured that she would end up alone so she decided to bring something to read so that she would not get bored.

While she read she noticed that a very sexy looking guy had walked into the Ice Cream Parlor. He was about 6'1", had silver blond hair, and from what she could tell was very fit. He seemed very familiar but she couldn't place her finger on who he was. Whoever this guy was she hoped was going to Hogwarts this year.

Draco went to Diagon Alley the next day to finish his shopping. All he needed was some new quills, new robes, and of course some fun items from the Joke Shops. After he finished his shopping he went over to the Ice Cream Parlor. As he walked in he noticed that there was a beautiful girl about his age sitting by herself, reading a book.

She had silky brown hair, she was probably about 5'6", and according to Draco, had the perfect body. He couldn't see her face but he didn't care there was something about her. She seemed so familiar, but he couldn't figure out who she was. All he wanted to know was if she was going to Hogwarts and what House she was in if she was.

He ordered his ice cream and started to walk out, but ran into someone. He dropped his ice cream but when he looked to see who had caused him to almost fall he just stared. It was the girl.

"Salazaar, I'm sorry." He bent down to help her up. Then he returned to the ground and picked up her books and bags for her. When he handed them to her their eyes locked. Her eyes were chestnut brown. He got lost in those eyes. "I wasn't paying attention to what I was doing."

"No it's my fault." God she had a beautiful voice. Draco didn't want her to leave.

"Well, um, I need to be going. Thanks for your help." Draco nodded. As he watched her leave he noticed that she walked over to a red haired boy and a black haired boy, Potter and Weasel.

'It figures. They would have to ruin the plan as usual.' Draco thought. He picked up his things and decided to head home. Back at the manor he stayed in his room until Nicky came up to tell him dinner was almost ready. He nodded and with a 'pop' she left and he was alone to get ready. He was going to make it his mission this year to get this beautiful girl to be his! It didn't matter who she was or who her friends were, she was going to be his.