Smooth, powerful, and collected. Those were the words that described none other but Draco Malfoy. His distinctive features of white-blond hair, gray eyes, and stunningly athletic build made him an attractive guy. It's too bad his "beauty" was only on the outside. His father had turned him cold. His smile was never to be seen, only in a smirk, which twisted his otherwise handsome features. He was never weak, and always in control. His heart was just as cold as his eyes, never receiving the smallest of praise from his father, and no words of comfort from his mother. He had grown up in a household devoid of love. Survival of the fittest was what he was taught.
Clever, passionate, and fiery. Who else but the over-achieving Gryffindor muggleborn, Hermione Granger? She was quite pretty, although not many would notice. There was too much frizzy hair and shapeless clothing covering it all up. Pouring her heart into her studies, showing that she can be better than anyone else in something. All of that to cover up what she couldn't fix, or face, for that matter. That's why the 10 months spent in Hogwarts are the ones Hermione Granger longs for. There is safety behind those walls.
So when they find themselves pushed together, how could anyone find them to be accepting of each other? Maybe they learn to have more in common then they think.