WELCOME old and faithful readers & newcomers, and be first to view the new and improved " From Enemy, To Nothing, To Friend, To Lover." This one is EDITED and LONGER (concerning certain chapters). This was a decision I made since I kept receiving either awesome reviews or ones completely making a mockery of it because of the atrocious spelling and grammar. So hopefully I can avoid all that this time around. Therefore I will be re-posting the chapters as I edit them and hopefully people who have loved this story before will still love it, and those who are reading it for the first time ENJOY! …. And one more thing, most of the characters belong to J.K. Rowling, and I realize any attributes and appearances and attitudes that I have put on any of the characters may not be in context with how they are in the books or in the films. The story is purely from my imagination, so please have fun with it and START READING!

CHAPTER 1-MEETING THE ENEMY

All summer long I felt very nervous and anxious. And no, it wasn't because I failed or anything, because come on, me, fail? I'd die before something like that happened. I've been a Prefect for Gryffindor for two full years now, I received fifteen Owls this year, and over 350 in all my classes, and remained one of the top students at Hogwarts. But this year what I really wanted was for me to be selected by Dumbledore to be Head Girl, but I guess I wouldn't find out until tomorrow when I got back to Hogwarts.

As I lay down on the sweet smelling green grass in my backyard, letting the breeze flow through my hair, I began to think. The other thing I desired besides being Head Girl was to find someone who loved me. All I wanted was this void that was placed in my heart to be filled. I had great friends, they were wonderful, but it was a different kind of love that I craved, and I wanted it more then anything.

I was finally 17, and I looked a lot different then I did two years ago. I even looked different than I did before the summer started. I finally developed and filled out. I was no longer scrawny and all bones. My hips had widened, my waist stayed small and firm, and I've developed some cleavage, which I was ever so thankful for. I figured I wasn't the only one who noticed that I went through some changes, because just last year, guys began to ask me out and whistle as I passed by, something that made both Harry and Ron even more protective of me, scaring every guy off. I hadn't seen them all summer and I missed them very much, but then again I would see them very soon.

I had just arrived at platform 9 and ¾, when I realized that I was early. Neither Harry nor Ron was around. I knew that they most likely would be late so, I decided to attempt dragging my trunk into a compartment. With no luck of heaving that heavy trunk myself, I tapped the shoulder of the man in front of me:

"Sorry, excuse me, do you mind he...ll.p..." The man turned around to face me with cold grey eyes and I realized it was "Malfoy?"

He looked surprisingly different, as in really hot. Am I actually thinking that? His hair was no longer gelled to his head but spiked up and short with a messy look to it. His face remained pale and his eyes still cold with a sly smirk playing on his lips. I noticed he was a head taller then me, since I had to arch my neck up to look at him. His body was toned and muscled and his arms, which I could see in his black wife beater, were to die for. I couldn't believe it was he, and how good he looked and how much it disgusted me to admit that to myself.

"Hmm, what is it Granger?" he said as he eyed me up and down, with a devilish grin on his face. I guess he noticed some changes on me too. I was wearing a cropped peasant pink blouse, showing off my firm stomach, with a patchwork low-rise knee length skirt, which hugged my hips and exposed my chiseled hipbones. I was wearing a khaki colored jean jacket that was fitted and khaki colored flip-flops. As he looked at me, I could have sworn I saw him blush, but then he ruined it by speaking.

"Well what do you want then?" He asked again coldly.

"Ugh! I didn't know it was you. Forget it! I'll just do it myself!" I answered back just as coldly.

I turned my back to him struggling to pull the trunk up. I could still feel his eyes on me. Suddenly he did something that I never expected him to do. He put his hands on my waist, which felt warm against my skin, sending an electrifying shock up my body, and lightly said, "Why don't I just take that up for you?" as he pushed me aside gently.

I looked at him in disbelief and raised an eyebrow at him. He must have noticed because then he had added his two cents in again.

"It's just that you're in my way Granger. I'll never get in if you don't get this trunk out of the way."

With that he carried my trunk onto the train as well as into an empty compartment.

"Thank you." I said, even shocking myself.

He looked at me up and down once again and smirked. The same smirk which got on my nerves just because I never knew what cold remark he would say next. But once again he surprised me by saying, "Don't mention it," and walking off.

And for some reason I felt like calling him back and talking some more, but what am I crazy? So he's hot. Who cares, because he is still my enemy! Or is he?