Every story has reason.

It was funny how in 3 years everything could change. How the ending of the war could open up and begin a new story. The war had ended, yes but that was not the end, there is no end, for one person'd story to end, is either the middle or beginning of another's.

Harry Potter would forever be known as the magic world's and muggle's (even if they don't know it.) hero.

However it was funny, after 3 years, what 4 months can do in a person's life. How Hermione Granger fell in love with an enemy. But we must start at the beginning.

Hermione Granger was the brightest witch of her age. 20 years old she had decided to return to Hogwarts to finish her studies as Head Girl. Unfortunately, Head Boy was that ferret Draco Malfoy.

"Why are you even going back 'Mione?' Ron asked her, they were standing on platform 9 3/4, Ron and Harry had decided not to return to Hogwarts to finish their 7th year, instead they had decided to take up Kingsley's offer as Aurors. She and many others were also given this opportunity as they had fought in the war and helped take down Voldemort. She refused, wanting to finish her education, maybe this year she would have a normal year without worrying about someone plotting against her best friend.

"Unlike you Ron, I actually like to finish school." It had bee 3 years and nothing. Her and Ron were nothing more than friends.

Looking over to Harry and Ginny as they kissed goodbye, she almost wished Ron would do that. They had kissed once and it was never mentioned again. As if it never happened, she hated him for it for the first year after the war. She had even cried herself to sleep int hat first year, angry at herself for letting a man cause so much pain, make her question herself. She was over it, at least mostly. She had hope, Ron, unlike her had not dated anyone after the war, giving her the small glimmer of hope that maybe the kiss did mean something.

"Well, at least it would be an uneventful one without Harry there. Lucky you." he joked when Harry and Ginny finally broke apart and went back to them.

"Shove off Ron. I didn't ask for Voldemort to try and murder me every year."

"Actually in our third year he didn't bother at all. It was just Scabbers." Ron scrunched his nose in disgust at his old rat, that must have sucked realizing your pet rat was a 'dead' man.

The whistle from the train sounded, signaling last call before it was to leave the station.

"Bye Harry, Ron! Don't end up killing yourselves because neither of you have common sense!" Hermione called as she and Ginny ran onto the train and to one of the windows to watch the two boys fade away as the train left the station.

"I don't think they would end up killing each other without you Hermione. Harm themselves, definitely." Ginny told her when they couldn't see them any longer. "Heading to the prefects cart?"

"Yeah, as Head Girl have to make sure everything is in order." With that Ginny left to find some friends. She would have been prefect this year if she wasn't Quidditch Captain.

Twirling her Head Girl badge she began her way towards the cart. She thought about how frustrating this year would be, being Head Girl meant double the responsibilities than as prefect, she also had NEWTs to worry about. But worst of all was sharing a tower with that bloody prat, Head Boy was no other than that blood bimbo Draco Malfoy. Over the years they had made some kind of 'relationship' if that's what you want to call it. She thought of it more as mutual respect.

Turned out the prick was on their side during the war. After her encounter at the Malfoy Manor when Harry, Ron and her were kidnapped, he traded sides. Just like Snape, he was spy for the Order. The idiot was lucky he was never caught, as helpful as he was during the war she still found him annoying and a prick, she just tried not to say it in his face.

But sharing a tower with him was where she drew the line. However there was nothing she could do, having her own tower to share with the Head Boy was one of her benefits, it was easier and more productive if hse and the Head Boy shared a tower in the center of all 4 houses, so if needed, one didn't need to go back and forth between houses.

She also dreaded the rumors that were out to spread. She hated being the center of a rumor but it seemed she always was. This year's stupid rumor? Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy were screwing.

How could people ever believe such a rumor? It was tradition, every year, every year since the beginning of Hogwarts, the Head Boy and Girl always ended up together. Even if it was just a one night stand or one accidental kiss, something happened no matter how big their feud and hatred for the other was, something happened. She just hoped this was the year that tradition ended, her and Malfoy was something she hoped would never happen.

Although she had to give it to the prat, he was something.

Intelligent? Yes, he was always right behind her in grades.

Handsome? Yes, she had to admit it, over the years he had grown handsome.

Athletic? Yes, he never could bet Harry but overall was a fantastic quidditch player for Slytherin.

Hero? She wouldn't go that far but he did help them. Even after the war, he helped capture other DeathEaters and rebuild Hogwarts.

But living with the arse was going to be a challenge.

A/n: I own none of these characters, they belong to the queen J.K Rowling, however I might make the occasional new student. Also, unlike most stories, I see Hermione as Afro-Latina (half black/half latina.) so yes there will be moments when she will speak Spanish or act like a total Dominican. I am not black, however I am Dominican and this is how I saw her, although, Emma Watson did a great job acting as her. Hate it, love it. I could careless, I just wanted to write a fanfic on one of my OTPs in the Harry Potter universe. Bye Loves - TheRedAxe