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I need help on making a title. Please read this story then PM me one~ BTW some things in this story aren't real. I might make up spells and potions.

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Around two hundred kids piled into the massive hall, the entire room was silent and watching the eleven year olds. A black haired boy nudged a red headed boy and whispered, "They're staring at you." "I know." The red head replied. A brunette girl was standing next to them with a terrified look on her face, "Sorting time." She whispered. The black haired boy – Named Harry Potter – nodded and said, "I hope that I'm in Gryffindor, Ron, Hermione." Ron gulped and told him, "I hope me too." Hermione sighed, "I know I'm going to either Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff." Harry groaned, "You're turn, Hermione." Just then McGonagall called, "Grangers, Hermione!" The brown haired girl gulped and walked to the hat, nearly tripping on her own feet. When she reached the hat she sat on the seat and put it on. It went over her eyes and a raspy voice echoed in her mind, 'Well, who do we have here? A muggle-born? Or maybe a half blood? Or… A pure-blood…' Hermione whispered, "Muggle-born." 'Really? Before I send you to your house, remember that what you think is not always what it seems…" "Your house will be…" The hat began with everyone on the edge of his or her seats, "SLYTHERIN!"

*Six years later*

Hermione sat on a plush silver couch on the Slytherin Common Room. She ignored all the stares and just opened her book and wrote down notes. She began to write down things for her essay. A heavy weight crashed on the couch and made her quill shoot across her sheet, "Could you be more careful, Blaise?" The boy grinned at her and said, "Nope." Then he leaned so close to her, she could feel his breath on her face, "You know… I think I have a secret to tell." Hermione rolled her eyes and pushed him away, "I know that secret." "Really?" Blaise asked, "Yeah. You like me." Hermione said like it was obvious, "And don't you bother saying it's not true. I read all the signs and right now I think you wanted to either ask me out or make out." Blaise's jaw was hanging open, "How did you know that?" "Duh… You stare at me at classes; you once tried to sneak into the girls' bathroom, and you keep on trying to my attention… And what else? Oh right! I see you trying to write letters to me but it never works." Hermione said. Blaise shrugged, "Not my fault your so..." "Irresistible?" A silky voice drawled behind them. Hermione sighed and said, "Draco. Do you have to annoy me every time I'm talking to someone?" The silvery blond haired boy grinned and nodded slowly, "Yeah."

Draco gestured at Blaise to get out of the couch and sat down next to the brunette, his mouth twitched and he looked around, "What I'm about to ask you is VERY important. Not a single word escapes this conversation." Hermione frowned slightly, "What is it?" Draco sighed, "Well… I need help with my studies…" Hermione gawked at him for a second then burst out laughing. Draco's brow furrowed as he watched mirth spill from her normally composed face, "What is it now?" But he could only watch the brunette girl laugh. As soon as she burned off her laughter she panted out, "You. Need. Help. From. A… 'Mudblood'. That you've. Always been mean to? Really. Why? You've already got good marks and stuff." Draco groaned and out his head in his hands, "That's correct. But… My D.A.T.D.A marks suck. I got only an A for it." (D.A.T.D.A is Defence against the dark arts.) Hermione said, "So? I've only got an E." Draco grumbled, "That's better than mine." She grinned back, "That's why I'm happy." Draco glared at her, "Well, are you going to help?"

Hermione just kept smiling at him, "Yes." Draco grinned at her but she continued, "No, maybe so." She sang it in a singsong tone. Draco snarled at her and stalked away, grumbling about how girls these days were so useless. Hermione grinned and picked up her books and went to her dorm. As soon as she dropped her books on her bed, she slid down the stairs, ignoring the boys trying to look up her skirt and ran out of the dorm, nearly crashing into Millicent Bulstrode. She muttered a quick "Sorry" to her and walked quickly to an empty classroom. But what she didn't notice was a shadow following her every step.

Harry sighed as he broke his sixth quill, "When will Hermione ever help us? I mean she is the only nice Slytherin I've ever known and stuff." Ron shrugged, "Just study and shut your trap." He bit his lip as he thought about the solution of a bezoar and the root of an asphodel. Harry hissed at his redheaded friend and walked out of the Gryffindor Common Room. He went walking through the corridors and went past a room, just glancing inside and saw a sight he would have never thought could have been true.

Draco grumbled as he walked into his dorm and thought, 'Who does that Grangers think she is? I mean, I am Draco Malfoy.' Then he heard scrambling in the girls dorm, 'Maybe there're some lesbian girls- Wait. There aren't any lesbians in Slytherin.' He poked his head out of his room and saw Hermione running out of her dorm. He grinned as he thought of a plan. He took out his wand and cast a Shadow Spell. He then ran in the shadows, out of sight following Hermione. She glanced around and slipped through a wall. Draco's eyes narrowed and he followed her through. What he saw made his jaw drop.

Hermione smiled as she looked around. It was an empty room that Dumbledore assigned her to use. It was decorated in all the house colours, blue and bronze for Ravenclaw, green and silver for Slytherin, yellow and copper for Hufflepuff and red and gold for Gryffindor. She then went to another room, but she heard something behind her and yelled, "PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!" She pointed her wand at the darker patch of the shadow and was rewarded by hearing a thump fall on the floor. She frowned and poked the solid bit of shadow. It said something that was muffled and sounded suspiciously like a curse word. She tapped the shadow and murmured, "Soliem." The shadow began to lighten up and revealed the boy that tormented her day after day. Draco Malfoy.