Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of his friends and foes, I just borrow them from time to time, let them ravish eachother silly and then let them return to their respective owner completely satisfied!

Author of the story: Fiction Goddes

Sidenotes: This is a story about Hermione and Draco, if you are not into this combination as a couple, please stay away from this story.

Anyways, enjoy!

Yours truly,

Fiction Goddes, also known as Phoebe Phoenixar

It was the beginning of the seventh year at Hogwarts, Hermione was really looking forward to it, the new lessons should be brilliant. Of course, she did most of the learning and paying attention in class for her parents who were very intend for her to get high grades, but over all the years, she has noticed this is quite a pleasant way to live. Her dearest friends, Ron and Harry, always looked up to her, even though she knew they'd never admit that.

Of course, there was also a downside to this all, some people looked at her as if she was going crazy, always with her nose in the books, especially that friggin' Malfoy scum, she couldn't stand him and his hate for Muggleborns, yes, she had none magic parents, but she's a very talented witch, isn't she? There's no need for him to remind her to the fact that she's the first in their family with magical qualities.

To be honest, this was the only thing she wasn't looking forward to, having to face those icy silver/blue eyes again, but this is her last year, with any luck, she'd never had to see his face again after this year!

Strangly enough, this didn't make her feel completely happy, at least, not as happy as she thought it'd make her feel, for some reason, whenever she looked into his eyes, she felt something flutter inside her stomach and she always wished there'd come something else out of his mouth than painful words, the next moment her hopes get shattered if he lets out another sharp toned sentence about Mudbloods, of course, being pointed in her direction.

'Not anymore, I won't let him get to me anymore! I'm Head Girl, I'm sure Dumbledore didn't give me that position only because I look good... he must know that I'm well capable of standing up for myself.' She thinks, she walks towards the big doors of Hogwarts, taking a deep breath and smelling the familiar scent of the place where she pleasantly spend 6 years already, this year was, beyond doubt, going to be the best year so far.

She looks at her friends who are walking besides her, Ron and Harry, accompanied by Ron's little sister, Ginny and the strange girl, Luna Lovegood. Hermione always saw her as a strange girl, until the 6th year, when she got to know her better and they could eventually get along quite well, especially after their encounter with Voldemort last year.

They walk to the Great Hall, followed by a great deal of students along with them.

"Had a nice vacation?" Ron asks her when they sit down at their usual place at the Gryffindor table.

Hermione nods. "Yeah, quite nice, relaxing at the beach, a little house away from civilication so I could practice my spells and do my homework!" she says with a smile.

Ron rolls his eyes. "Only you can find pleasure in making homework during the summer vacation..." he states out.

Hermione is wise enough to ignore this and she turns towards Harry. "How about you? Have the Dursley's been treating you any different after the visit of the gang?" she asks, referring to the Order of the Phoenix who stepped up to the Dursley's telling them that they should treat Harry with more respect if they didn't want to suffer under the consequenses.

Harry grins a little and murmers something like "Extremely polite" then he looks past her and gis gaze turns more hostile. Hermione looks over her shoulder and notices Draco looking at them with an immens ammount of hate in his eyes. Of course, Hermione can imagine that, Harry had told the whole world about his father's binds with Voldemort, there's no way that he'll ever treat them nicely after this, she mentally braces herself for the schoolyear that's now started, she knows Draco will not let them go off so easily and they may even end up getting cursed or something.

"Let him be, Harry." She says, turning him around, leaving the people at the Slytherin table laughing.

"I can't stand the bastard, he thinks he's the king of the world, even though he knows his family has lost against an underaged wizard..." Harry points out.

Ron murmers a reply and Hermione only nods. She looks over her shoulder to see what Draco's up to and she catches a brief glare of Draco that, from what she thought, wasn't completely hateful, but the next moment, that glare is gone and he turns around again.

She shakes her head, she must have been mistaken, there's no way Draco would ever look at her in that way.

'Why not?' she questions herself. 'I'm just a human, like him...' He detests Muggleborns an annoying little voice in her head says. Hermione sighs, that's true, but for a moment, she really felt like he appreciated her, even in the slightest way.

"Something the matter, Herm?" Ron asks.

"No, no not at all!" Hermione answers with a smile.

"Don't let that snake get to you, Hermione, he's just trying to get to you." Harry tells her.

Hermione nods, yes, Harry was right, though she wasn't completely certain in what way Draco was trying to get to her.

From the moment Hermione turned around to see what Harry was looking at, Draco felt something flutter inside his stomach, it's the feeling he's been trying to supress for years already, he refuses to believe that he actually has feelings for a Mudblood, Granger out of all the people, no, that just can't be true, his heart must be playing tricks on his mind.

Draco watches Hermione as she turns Harry back towards the Gryffindor table, there was some kind of understanding in her eyes, like she knew why he was even more hateful towards them as other times, of course she knows, she's the one that started it all, she's the one that let Potter talk to the world telling everyone about his father's work. Without realizing it, he's still staring at Hermione, his eyes go over her body, down her curly brown hair, her waist doesn't look good in that rope, but still, he kind of thinks she looks nice, not hot, just nice, like a Gryffindor girl should look like, cute and innocent.

As if she knew Draco was looking at her, she turns around, looking straight into Draco's eyes, first with disgust, but in an instant, her look becomes more amazed. At that moment Draco realizes what he's doing and he turns away, regaining his former features, the pride of Slytherin, hating everything that he should hate. 'Except Granger maybe...' he thinks. Snap out of it Malfoy, you know who you are and what she is. Draco has become quite used to the little voice already, every time he thought something nice about the Mudblood, this voice brought him back to reality, he's a Malfoy, he's supposed to hate Mudbloods, and he does, oh he does, he hates them with all his heart, poluting the school with their pressence, how could he even think of Granger in that way? Being friends with everything he hates: that friggin' Muggle lover Weaselbee and Saint Potter, he downright disgusts them, he'd curse them if he had a chance.

Hermione listens to the Sorting Hat when it sings it's song, again, impressing on not letting the differences between the houses get to them and that they should be united in these dark times.

She listens to Ron and Harry who, again express their hate for Slytherin and say that they will never, ever be able to get along with them.

She however, thinks there's a slight sense to it all, if they could get along with Slytherin, maybe Malfoy wouldn't treat them like shit anymore, maybe she'd get to know him better and understand his motives better. Of course, she doesn't say this out loud, she doesn't want the guys to ignore her for the rest of the year.

Dumbledore tells the students to have a nice dinner and then the tables are flooded with food.

Ron and Harry immediately start to eat, Hermione still remains mesmorized.

Dinner's almost over when she decides to grab a bite, greatful that the guys were too busy with their own food to notice that Hermione hasn't even started eating yet.

The evening goes by in quite a blur, she listens to Dumbledore having a speech to first the new students about the Forbidden Forest and then to all to have a nice school year.

She leads the First Years to the Gryffindor common room, telling them the password and entering the room.

For some strange reason she can't stop thinking of Draco. Has he ever given her such a look before? Yes, now she thinks of it, in their fifth year when all the Head Boys and Girls were supposed to assemble on the Hogwarts train, he gave her quite an interested look, not hateful, not calculating, just an interested look, of course, jsut for a few seconds before angrily looking the other way. Thinking back more intentionally, she has gotten looks like that more often, or even just softer looks while he was opposing her, just for a second before his eyes would turn icy cold again.

She always moved this away as if it never happened, she always thought it was just her imagination, but this wasn't her imagination, was it? It happened too often for it to be untrue, or did she just want to get along with Draco so much that she was seeing things that weren't there? Yes, she thought to herself, that's gotta be it, there's no way he'd ever get to see me in any other way than just a stupid other Mudblood. Startled to notice that's she's feeling quite disappointed about this.

In his own private dorm in the Slytherin Dungeons, Draco thinks back at what he did, what he did this night and all these other years, at night, his hate for Muggles certainly became less, his mind was tired and he couldn't think clearly, as so he said to himself. His father always told him that Muggles were discusting creatures and that it's a discrase to be a Mudblood, but was that really the case? When he was younger, he took in his ideas for his own, but now he was getting older, he started thinking for himself and he thought that Granger might not even be as bad as he thought she was, no matter what his house mates would say of it.

He thought of Hermione, how her eyes usually sparkle when she talks about something she's interested in, homework most of the time, or that House-Elf thing she's so busy with, it makes him smile, she's so driven when it comes to things like that. He likes it quite a bit, of course he'd never even think of telling anyone else about those thoughts, and it was only at night when he allowed those thoughts to be there.

He takes off his ropes and the rest of his school clothes and slips into his silky green pyjama's, before sliding into his comfortable, soft bed, drifting off into sleep before his eyes were even completely shut.

Well people, that's it for today, can't concentrate long enough to make a longer story, but I will promise you that I'll write a chapter a day alright?

Please leave a review, since this is my very first Harry Potter fanfic, I'm really interested about what you think of it.

Phoebe Phoenixar.