After many requests, I have decided to write a sequel to Living History. If you haven't already read that fic, I would suggest that you did, because you probably won't understand this one if you don't. However, if you would still like to attempt reading this, feel free. This is just a preview, so please review! If I don't get many reviews, I won't update very quickly.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, I never have, and I never will, so consider this my disclaimer for all future chapters.
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Hermione climbed back up the stairs to her dorm after saying good-bye to Draco at the entrance of the Gryffindor common room. They were now officially dating, but they had decided to keep their newly formed relationship on the down-low until a more appropriate time. Both had realized that this new information would come as a shock to the entire school, since Hermione and Draco had been enemies from day one.
For now, they would start out with being more polite to each other in public, and their relationship would just have to be continued in secret. Hermione couldn't even begin to imagine what Harry and Ron would say when they found out...Ron! Oh, what would he say? Hermione almost began to tremble at the impending wrath of her two best friends when they found out that she was dating their worst enemy.
Well, Draco had changed. He wasn't really the evil person they had all believed he was, so perhaps she could get him to extend the hand of friendship to Draco and Ron. Yes, she would have to talk to him about it tomorrow.
After thinking about her new-found situation for a while, Hermione finally drifted off to sleep.
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Draco was pacing the deserted Slytherin common room. He felt an overwhelming joy that he and Hermione were now dating, but at the same time, a dread filled his heart. What would his father say? How would he break it to the rest of the Slytherins?
For years he had preached against allowing "mudbloods" into the wizarding world, saying it was foolish and they were worthless, deserving to be wiped from the face of the planet. But now, after seeing what it was like when one race attempted the genocide of another, he couldn't honestly say that he wished to see non-purebloods destroyed.
He threw himself down on one of the couches and ran a hand through his silver-blonde hair with a sigh. Eventually, he fell asleep, but his dreams were plagued with swirling mists, bullet shots, and the pained screams of children.
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The next morning, Hermione went down to breakfast with Harry and Ron, both of whom were glad to have their friend back. Harry walked on her left and Ron on her right, making her feel as though she had a bodyguard. The thought made her giggle, and Harry looked at her questioningly.
"Oh, it's just that with the two of you walking on either side of me like this, I feel like I have a bodyguard or something!" she explained.
"Well, someone has to keep you safe from tripping buffoons. We don't want any Slytherins coming within a mile of you," Harry told her, putting his arm around her shoulders in a friendly manner. Hermione enjoyed his brotherly sentiments, but was saddened by his words in reference to Draco.
When they entered the Great Hall, Hermione's eyes roved over to the Slytherin table where she hoped to see a flash of blonde hair. She wasn't disappointed, and to her delight, she saw that he was watching her. She almost waved in her joy, but remembering the situation, she settled for a quick smile before sitting down with her back to him.
As she was spooning up a plate of scrambled eggs for herself, she felt Ron's hand twining itself into her hair, and she immediately shrugged it out. When she sat back, Ron gave her a hurt look, which she pretended not to see.
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Okay, so it begins. I've never written a sequel before, so I'll need lots of reviews to keep me going! I'd like to get at least ten per chapter, so start reviewing! I know it's short, but this is just a preview, remember. Future chapters will be quite a bit longer, most of the time.