Ch.1- …And So It Begins

"Harmony!" Hermione yelled from downstairs. "We're going to be late for the train if you don't get moving!"

"I'll be right down." Harmony retorted. Trying to pack everything with an annoying sister harping at her, did not make her pack any faster. Hogwarts, she sighed. After a grueling summer of doing absolutely nothing and listening to Hermione drone on and on about god knows what, she was finally going back to school. Of course, Hogwarts wasn't an ordinary school; it was a school that the children of Witches and Wizards, and the occasional Muggle-born, attended. It was a school of magic and Harmony couldn't wait to get back to her dormitory and back to her friends. It was the start of her fourth year at Hogwarts and she couldn't help but feel excited to start a new term. Shutting her trunk and hearing the click of the lock, Harmony called down to her father so that he could come, and move the colossal thing that held her personal belongings to the car.

Harmony finally wandered down stairs to the disapproving look of her sister. "It's about time."

Harmony just grinned at her, earning a scowl in replace of the disapproving look. "Next time pack in advance." was the clipped reply.

Harmony rolled her eyes, content on pissing her sister off, a great way to start the school year. "I'm sorry I have more of a social life than you, and that it requires more time and items to bring with me." Harmony responded, to which Hermione stormed off.

Their dad came downstairs, wiping his arm on his brow as he lugged Harmony's trunk down the stairs; why they had ever decided to live in a house with stairs was beyond him. He set the trunk down, panting. "Gosh Harm, what in the devil did you put in here?" Struggling with the trunk, he settled on dragging it to the car.

"Not much." She yelled, as she heard him chuckle from outside.

Her mom walked into the kitchen as her dad collapsed in a chair. "Is there anything left in your room, Harmony?" her mom laughed, handing her father a glass of water.

Laughing, she replied to her mother, "Just the bed and the nightstand, I think. I don't believe I missed anything else." Her parents laughed as Hermione came flying down the stairs, bag in hand, clearly ready to leave. Both of their parents were Muggles, meaning that they never had the chance to attend Hogwarts like their daughters. They had no idea what they were learning but they supported their education, even if it were a tad different than the normal students in London. Harmony couldn't fathom what it would be like if she couldn't do magic or to do spells like she was capable of, it was unimaginable, even after only three years of lessons; she wondered what she would have done without it, she couldn't even remember what she had done before she had attended Hogwarts.

Her dad called her and Hermione, knocking Harmony out of thoughts. "Let's get going so we can avoid traffic."

They both agreed, and then made their way to the front door. Her mother hugged them both fiercely, as she always did before they left her. Harmony stepped back, "We'll see you when we come home for Christmas, Mum." As much as she was excited to go back to school, leaving her mum and dad was hard. Meals at Hogwarts could not compare to what she felt when she was at home with her family, and it was hard to leave them.

"Of course, Harmony." Her mum replied, hugging her again. "Be safe and take care of yourself. You too, Hermione. Look after each other."

"I will." Harmony promised, as she ran out the door to get the front seat. No such luck as Hermione was already seated there, nose in the book, reading. "Really, 'Mione? You got the front seat last time…"

"First come, first serve." Harmony groaned and opened the door to the back seat. At least she'd have loads of leg room.

Pulling up to King's Cross station, the girls had just enough time to say goodbye to their dad and find a compartment before the train was scheduled to depart.

"Look out for each other, girls. Like your mother said, take care of each other. You especially, Hermione. I don't like you hanging with that Potter kid. Normal fourteen year olds don't face dark wizards, large snakes and escaped prisoners."

"No need to worry, Dad. I'll be fine." Hermione replied, laughing. "I think I can handle it again this year. Besides, if it wasn't for me and my incessant reading, Harry and Ron would have died three years ago."

Her father paled before regaining composure. "That's my girl." He replied, "Saving the boys." Hermione smiled. He turned to face Harmony. "You be careful too, no charming any boys while you're gone. Remember I know where my gun is stored." She nodded, giggling.

"Yes, Daddy. I'll let them know if I find any, that is if there are any good ones."

Her father nodded. "You know there aren't any good enough for you, Harmony."

She hugged her dad tightly and kissed his cheek. "Just you, Dad." She whispered.

Walking down the corridor, the girls concluded that all the compartments were full. They finally came upon Harry and Ron, who were in the middle of swapping summer stories, despite the fact Harry spent most of his summer with Ron.

"…so Fred then said it wasn't his fault and poor Mum couldn't find who it was that put the toad in her pie, so no one got in trouble!" Ron concluded, while both boys went into fits of laughter.

"Hello boys." Harmony chimed, as she sat down next to Harry.

"Hey Harmony." The boys chorused. Even though they weren't related, Harmony swore they were closer than Fred and George, Ron's older twin brothers.

Hermione, not being acknowledged, huffed and sat down next to Ron. "Oh hey 'Mione." He added.

Harry asked the nagging traditional question of who the new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher would be as Hermione opened yet another school book to which she automatically stuck her nose in.

"Dad implied that whoever it is going to be is a famous Auror whose put half the prisoners of Azkaban in there." Ron stated, for once actually sounding somewhat intelligent. "Maybe they'll teach us Dark Magic." He mused, completely ruining his intelligent moment.

"Be practical, Ronald." Hermione said, using his full name whenever she was mad at him, or when he annoyed her. "You know we can't attempt Dark Magic at Hogwarts." She huffed.

Ron grumbled something that sounded along the lines of "know it all."

"You could go to Durmstrang if you wanted to learn Dark Magic." Harmony added, making Ron and Harry look up.

"Durmstrang? What or where is Durmstrang?" Harry questioned, never hearing of the place before.

Hermione pulled her nose out of the book she was reading to answer, "It's another wizarding school that is located somewhere very cold, probably close to Russia and Bulgaria. I read somewhere that their uniforms require gloves and fur cloaks."

"Exactly how many wizarding schools are there?" Harry added.

"I believe only a handful. There's Hogwarts, Durmstrang, Beauxbatons and a couple in the States." Hermione rattled off, ending the conversation.

The trolley witch came by later, offering her assortment of chocolate frogs, pumpkin pasties and acid pops, to which they all bought something. No one noticed Malfoy at the door until he spoke.

The train had left Platform 9 ¾ a few hours ago and during the whole journey, Draco had to endure the snoring of Crabbe and Goyle and also Pansy's incessant chattering in his ear. He had tried to reason with his father that there should be a different way for Purebloods to travel due to the fact that he shouldn't have to mingle with the half-bloods and Muggle-borns. His father had promised to talk to the Minister of Magic, but for the time being he had told him that he had to endure until they could come up with an alternate way of travel.

"Hey Drakey," He internally cringed at the nickname Pansy had given him, "when we get to Hogwarts, are you going to give me my first kiss of the year?" Pansy suggested, licking her lips, attempting unsuccessfully to look appealing to Draco, which she didn't.

Truthfully, he would rather kiss a Mudblood than her, but he would never voice that opinion. He looked at her and saw that the color had drained from her face. Well, now that was out of the way…

"A Mudblood? I'm worse than a Mudblood?" she screeched, loathing etched on every aspect of her face.

Draco decided to not lead her on, as if he would ever, "Worse, but let us not go into technicalities." He drawled.

"Drakey…" she whined, trying to wrap her body around his. He pushed her off and stood up. Why he kept her around, even he wasn't quite sure of the answer.

Without a further word, he shoved the door to the compartment opened and went to go find some sort of entertainment.

Before the train had departed from King's Cross, Draco had noticed a girl who reminded him of someone he knew, but he had no idea who the girl had been. He remembered her hair being the color of chocolate and silky to the point he imagined himself running his fingers through it while kissing her. Where did that thought come from? He didn't even know her first name and he was already imagining kissing her. For all he knew she could be some obnoxious girl who would fawn and cling to him like every other witch at Hogwarts. Shaking his head to clear the ridiculous thoughts, he continued down the train and decided that he would go torment Pothead and his two followers for a little bit. It would bring him great joy to harass them.

"Well, well, what have we got here?" Draco drawled. "If it isn't the famous Pothead and his two followers,Weaselbee and Mudblood."

"Sod off, Malfoy." Hermione said, not bothering to look up for the current book she was reading.

"Don't you dare talk to me like that, Mudblood." He spat, eyeing the brunette who dared to talk back to him.

"If you'd like, I can repeat what I did to you last year." She hissed, watching as Malfoy remembered how she had punched him in the nose; his father was not too keen to hear that he had been beat up by a Mudblood, and a girl no less.

"Don't you dare talk to Hermione that way!" Ron shouted, standing up, though falling short to Malfoy's six foot two height.

"Defending your girlfriend, Weasel?" Malfoy sneered as Ron turned a violent shade of red at the comment.

Harmony heard the commotion from outside of the compartment, coming back from the bathroom before she actually became a part of it. Opening the door, she saw a very red faced Ron glaring at Malfoy and Hermione, who was trying to read her book, but her face matched the same color as Ron's.

"Have we already started the bickering and name calling? Can't you wait until term officially starts?" Harmony asked, squeezing beside Malfoy to get into the compartment. She was too busy sitting down to hear his small gasp as she brushed past him, igniting something deep in the pit of his stomach.

Malfoy turned his head to get a good look at the person who had caused him such a current discomfort in his nether regions. She was the girl who he had seen earlier with the chocolate brown hair that he still wanted to run his hands through but restrained himself by balling his hands into fists at his side.

"Don't tell me you're competing for Weasel too?" Malfoy accused. Here he was arguing with Weasel and then this angel steps in and he all but loses his self-control. He took a couple inward breaths to regain his composure and awaited her answer.

Harmony laughed at the face that Malfoy had made when he asked her if she was after Ron. "No, I'm not one to go for red heads. I will leave that to my sister though." She emphasized, looking over at Hermione who had turned pale at the comment.

"Sister?" Draco internally groaned. If Hermione was indeed her sister then this girl was the other Granger, who according to most of the male population at Hogwarts, was in a completely different league of her own. Despite the fact that she was only fourteen, boys tended to gravitate to her because she not only looked older than she was but because she was more mature and independent than the rest of the girls in her year. She had a few close friends and was highly respected by the entire population of Hogwarts; not to mention the teachers adored her, even Professor Snape, and he loathed everyone.

"Hermione, the one you constantly call Mudblood." Harmony said, ignoring her sister's flinch. Despite the fact they were sisters, Harmony and Hermione were nothing alike. While Hermione's hair was beyond controllable, Harmony's had a more wave of a curl and a lighter shade altogether. Not to mention that the two sisters' way of dress was completely opposite of each other. While Hermione dressed in frumpy sweaters and long skirts, Harmony wore a pair of form fitting jeans and a pink peasant top that, to Draco, showed off everything very nicely. He could stare at her all day if he pleased.

"There's no way that you could even be remotely related to Mudblood." He sneered. He was still in a shocked state that this goddess standing in front of him was related to Know-it-all, annoying Granger. How had he not have known this before, he wasn't sure but he was sure that he wanted to "get to know her more;" who cared if she was only fourteen…

"Do you have a problem with it?" Harmony replied, cocking her head to the side and placing her hand on her hip at the same time.

"I do have a problem with that. It's a shame you have bad blood in your family. You could have been my next conquest." He said, plastering the Malfoy smirk onto his beautiful face.

Harmony scoffed. "I wouldn't date you if you were the last person on Earth. You are too full of yourself to realize that not every girl swoons at the sight of you."

"Pity." He said, voice thick with sarcasm.

"Besides, I couldn't go ruining your perfect Slytherin prince reputation, anyway." Harmony added, causing Malfoy's smirk to falter for a split second until he regained his composure, yet again.

There was still hope. "Are you saying that you won't date me because I'm royalty or because I'm in Slytherin?" he sneered.

"I'm saying I won't date you because you're a cad and I wouldn't ever date you even if you were a Gryffindor." She rolled her eyes.

"One day you'll fall for me, Granger. I promise you that. No one can resist me."

"Not even your mother, hmm?" she implied.

His eyes narrowed at her as he prepared to take his leave. "There's nothing worse than two Mudbloods at Hogwarts, no matter if one is hotter than the other." He sneered, as he watched a slight blush creep its way up Harmony's neck to her cheeks.

"Call me a Mudblood one more time Malfoy and see what happens." Harmony warned. "I'm pretty sure you'd leave immediately if I told you.

"Is that a promise?" He challenged, as her eyes in turn narrowed at him. If looks could kill…

She sneered at him, "Absolutely."

"Come by my compartment later and you can show me just what you mean." He implied, smirking at her. "And maybe I can learn your name, not to mention other things about you."

Again, Harmony rolled her eyes as Malfoy left.

He stepped out of the compartment pleased he had finally met the other Granger. She would be his, make no doubt about it. He just had to figure out how to make her his own.

"Bloody git." Ron said, as soon as Malfoy shut the door behind his gorgeous body. Harmony scolded herself for thinking of him. She shouldn't. He had been her and her sister's enemy since the first year. How could she think of him as anything else, it wasn't right, but that's what excited her, thrilled her. His voice did that alone as it was a deep, husky tone that Harmony could imagine every girl swooning at. She could listen to him talk all day. Harmony shook her head to clear her traitorous thoughts.

"Calm down, Ron." Hermione replied, pulling Ron back down to his seat. "Ignore Malfoy. He's been getting on all of our nerves since first year. He knows what buttons to press with you." Harmony thought she wouldn't mind him pressing some of…again she shook her head. Fourteen year olds shouldn't be thinking of that, but hey, she was a lot more mature than the girls in her year anyways; why not think of that.

Ron sat down still muttering. "I know. That's why he's a bloody git."

While Hermione helped calm Ron down, Harmony took the time to simmer her own thoughts towards the youngest of the Malfoy's. "Next conquest, my arse." She thought, "I wouldn't sleep with him if he was the last man on Earth! Who does he think he is to make claims like that when he doesn't even know my first name! Cocky arse! Must be the Malfoy genes, always thinking of the girl he's going to snog next…"

Upsetting the Golden Trio and hitting on the untouchable other Granger sister, all in a day's work, Draco thought as he made his way back to his compartment. He saw Pansy and Blaise already engrossed in a conversation as he opened the door.

"…I don't think she told me what house she was in." Blaise was saying.

"Unless she's in Slytherin, she's not worth your time." Draco drawled, bored of conversations involving girls of other houses.

"Draco!" Pansy semi-squealed. Being a girl you think she would know the etiquette of a squeal but it came out more like a strangled gasp. "I knew you still wanted me. You were just stressed about the upcoming school year, weren't you." She stood up and threw her arms around Draco, pushing her non-existent breasts against his chest. Ew, he thought as he pushed her off.

"Pansy, go sit down." She whimpered as he went to sit next to Blaise.

"Where the hell did you go, or better yet, who did you go torment?" Blaise asked, knowing his best friend.

"I paid a traditional visit to the Golden Trio." He explained, a smug smile situated on his face.

"Why you waste your time on them still befuddles me." Pansy retorted.

"I'm surprised you know what the word befuddle means, Pansy." Draco snipped back.

The whimper came out again as Pansy kept her mouth shut for a while.

"As you were saying..." Blaise nudged.

Pansy glowered at them but Draco took no notice, "About the Golden trio?" Blaise nodded, "Well, I made a pass at the untouchable Granger." He started.

"Who's the untouchable Granger?" Blaise egged Draco on.

"Know-it-all's younger sister." Blaise's eyebrow shot up at Draco's implications.

"Granger is related to the untouchable Granger?" Blaise inquired. Draco nodded. "She look anything like Know-it-all?"

Draco shook his head, "No, in fact she's pretty hot to be related to that thing."

Blaise eyed him, wondering what the blonde was thinking. "What house?"

"That's the downfall. Gryffindor, like the other one." Draco groaned. Blaise nodded his disappointment.

"At least I don't have to compete with her." Pansy piped in. Both Draco and Blaise looked at her quizzically.

"What are you talking about, Pansy?" Draco asked.

"For you, of course." She said, flipping her hair behind her.

Both boys looked at each other before snickering, if they had been some what normal it would have been fits of laughter, but Slytherins never laughed. "What?" she proclaimed.

"Do you know the rumor about the Untouchable Granger?" Blaise asked; Draco was still snickering at her stupid comment.

Pansy looked at them, staring stupidly. "No."

"Granger is like the modern day Aphrodite."

"She's fourteen!" Pansy exclaimed.

"Fourteen, twenty four, she sure doesn't look it."

"Would you listen to you two? You're delusional. She's a fourteen year old girl who looks like a whore."

Draco whipped his head at her. "Take that back!"

Pansy sneered, "You like her, don't you Draco. You like the whore, Granger."

Draco towered over her, causing her to cower against the corner of the compartment. "She's not anymore of a whore than you are, Pansy. You throw yourself at people more than a baseball." Draco sneered.

Without a word, again, he stood up and walked out of the compartment .

Harmony saw Draco storm out of his compartment before she could open the door. She had walked out of her compartment to release some of the energy she had from the verbal war she had with Malfoy. Walking past multiple compartments, she saw him fly out of his and into a vacant one a couple doors down. She waited until he cooled down to talk to him.

She opened the door, as he looked up.

"Hi." She said, her nerves on high end, though she didn't know why. She was sure he was going to kick her out until he asked her to take a seat.

"Thank you." She murmured.

He leaned his back against the wall of the compartment and threw his long, lean legs onto the seat next to him.

Harmony kept her head down to avoid staring at this very hot specimen of male in front of her. Just like everyone thought she was older than fourteen, everyone said the same about Draco. With his blonde hair highlighting his face, his six foot two height towering over everyone and his father's status at the Ministry and of course with You-Know-Who, how could you not say that he'd probably been through things fourteen year olds never dream of? Harmony's gaze eventually made it to his steel eyes and she found him smirking. "Like what you see?"

Her head snapped back down, her face as red as Ron and Hermione's had been early on.

Draco studied her as her head was bent. Yes, she was obviously the prettier Granger, but that was by a landslide. He watched the way her cheeks turned red as he caught her staring and called her out on it. He watched her squirm uncomfortably at being caught and continued to watch her until she looked up at him with her emerald orbs that he would happily fall into.

"Why did you storm out of your compartment?" she asked so quietly he thought he imagined her speaking.

His face turned to stare out the window. "No reason. I was sick of my friends and they were beginning to piss me off." He stated.

"Oh." She whispered, trying-and failing- at keeping her voice calm as she finally gazed at his face that was turned away.

"Why do you care?" He insisted, whipping his head back

"I-uh-I don't." she stuttered, averting her gaze for a moment.

He narrowed his eyes at her.

She sighed, defeated by his narrowed gaze. "I kind of heard you talking about me to your friends."

He jumped inside for she heard him defend her in front of his friends, it made it a little easy to talk to her now that he wouldn't have to hide how he thought he felt towards her.

"How much did you hear?" he retorted.

She didn't flinch from his biting tone but pulled herself upright. "I wanted to thank you for defending me against your friends. A lot of people think that I'm a whore, as you would call it, but being cursed with this body isn't exactly easy. I almost wish I was born ugly."

"Cursed?" he blurted out, mentally slapping himself.

She sighed again. He could get used to her sighing, especially her spread out…he shook his head.

"I'm fourteen, Malfoy." He internally cringed, wishing she would call him by his first name just to hear her utter 'Draco.' "I look like I'm eighteen and that attracts attention that, frankly, I don't want and neither do my parents. I know what people call me here, the Untouchable Granger," she rolled her eyes, "but it's completely different. Who cares if I look older, I'm not. Yes, I maybe be more mature than most of the girls in my age, but that doesn't mean I want to assume the role of whore or even eighteen year old. I just want to be able to go to school, learn what I need to and then, frankly, never see anyone from my year again."

"It's that bad, huh?" he added.

"Yeah, and I don't really want to get caught up in anything that could add to that stupid title." She said, getting up to leave.

"You still forgot something." He replied.

She looked at him, "What?"

"You may still be the Untouchable Granger, but can I at least learn your first name?"

She laughed, "No harm in telling you, I guess. It's hard to believe that no one knows my first name."

He waited for her to tell him.

"Harmony. It's Harmony Lyne Granger." She said, extended her hand to formally meet the Prince of Slytherin.

He slid his hand into hers and instantly felt a spark run from his hand through his body. He pulled away, much to Harmony's dismay and put a smirk on. "It's my pleasure to finally meet you, Harmony." He said.

Harmony couldn't tell if it was sarcasm or from the strange bolt of electricity had run through her when their hands touched. All she knew was that she obviously needed to stay away from the notorious man-whore who was Draco Malfoy. He used women more than a towel. He'd seduce them, sleep with them and then let them go, and to hell with the fact he was only fourteen; who knew what he'd do when he was twenty-five.

She turned to face him before she left, "I should probably get going. I think I heard them say we would be at Hogsmeade Station in a couple minutes. I need to go get changed."

His smirk returned, "You could always change here…" He suggested, wiggling his perfect eyebrows.

Harmony blushed again, "In your dreams, Malfoy."

"One day you'll learn to like me." He whispered; it was her turn to imagine him speaking.

She laughed, hearing his promise. "Never." Harmony told him defiantly, hardly believing it, even through the smaller glimmer of doubt in her heart.