DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER

Chapter 1 - Hate Love

"She's nothing but a filthy little mudblood!"

Hermione instantly turned her head to see a handsome, young boy with pale blonde hair staring back her at her from across the other side of the great hall. It was Draco Malfoy, also a 5th year but a Slytherin, and an arch enemy of Hermione Granger and her two best friends; Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.

Malfoy had a grudge against Harry Potter since the start of school, 5 years ago and usually referred to him as 'the chosen one' which was always spoken in a sarcastic tone, now adopted by the rest of the Slytherins. Malfoy had always been jealous of Harry's popularity, and his own greed for wealth and status had kindled a raging hatred for Harry Potter and his friends, including Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley.

The Weasleys weren't the richest of families but they managed to get by with second hand robes, books and pets, but Malfoy wasn't one to keep the financial state the of Weasleys a secret, so at every opportunity, he would find insults to throw at Ron about his family's 'wealth' and every time Ron's family were insulted he would go for Malfoy, but would always be held back by his best friends.

Hermione was also picked on my Malfoy and the Slytherins. He had been calling her a 'filthy little mudblood' ever since that first day at Hogwarts when she was sorted into Gryffindor by the sorting hat. She knew from the first time their eyes made contact on the Hogwarts Express that he was a bad egg, and even his last name 'Malfoy' kindled a shiver of fear among wizards and witches who spoke their name.

Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy was known for having a long line of dark wizards in his family and he was also known for his support of he-who-must-not-be-named when he was in power, although this could not be proven. The Mafoys held a dangerous, ravenous grudge against 'half-blood' witches and wizards as they believed everyone should be pure-bloods like themselves and wizards and witches should not mingle with muggles on the outside world.

Everyone knew Malfoy felt the same as his dad about half-bloods, but this hatred was deepened by the fact that Hermione, a half-blood, was top of the class in every subject, leaving Malfoy, a pure-blood, second best at everything.

But as Hermione glared into the eyes of the handsome, smirking Malfoy, she wanted so much to just blast him into oblivion with her wand which was now in her hand ready, she stood up, leaving her friends behind at the Gryffindor table and marched over to the Slytherin table as all eyes in the hall followed her every step across the room. In front of her sat Malfoy, the same boy who had called her that disgusting name. He was surrounded by fellow Slytherins, all of whom supported Malfoy and referred to him as the Prince of Slytherin. Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, Malfoy's 'body guards', who went with him everywhere, stood up on either side of him making Hermione feel tiny, uneasy and outnumbered. However, she decided to press on with what she had come to do.

"How dare you! How dare you call me that! You, you...you troll!

The whole of the Slytherin table laughed, as well as one or two people from the Ravenclaw table. She had embarrassed herself once more in front of the entire school. What was it about Malfoy that made her lost for words? As soon as she stared into his strikingly, beautiful, grey, eyes she would suddenly become tongue tied and confused. She had said beautiful, Malfoy could never be compared to beautiful. What was she thinking?

Draco enjoyed insulting Hermione, he didn't know why but he loved watching the intricate detail on her face as she tried to think of comebacks and ways of upsetting him; how her eyebrows moved closer together to make a gentle dip on her forehead when she was concentrating hard, or how she would pout and raise her chin high in the air as if not to be defeated, or how that confused look crossed her face as she stared into his eyes, but she shook it off by turning her head away ever so slightly. He loved how one of her chocolate brown curls would fall to the side of her face and she would gently remove it, only for it to fall exactly where it had first landed. He loved how she would tilt her head to one side as if it would help her to think better. He loved...

What is he talking about? He didn't love anything about that mudblood! That filthy good-for-nothing mudblood! The same mud-blood who got him into trouble every year with his own father, who was always disappointed at him, a pure-blood for God's sake getting lower marks than a mud-blood. He went through years of being a disappointment to his father just because of that filthy half-blood. The Malfoys hated mud-bloods, what would posses him to think he loved anything about her? She must be controlling him with a love spell; it's the only thing he could think of. She won't get away with this, oh, she'll see.

And with that Malfoy kicked back his chair, turned to give Hermione one last fuming expression and then swaggered over to the exit of the great hall, closely followed by Grabbe and Goyle

"Hermione, Hermione! Are you ok? We saw you get up, and we were about to follow you but Neville got in our way 'cause he was on the floor picking something up and Ron tripped over him and hit his head on another bench and I helped him up but he said he felt dizzy and then..."

"It's alright Harry! Don't worry about it, it's sorted"

"Hermione you don't look too well. What happened?" He grabbed her round the waist and gently directed her to the Gryffindor table.

"No, no, I'm fine, don't be silly. It's just, oh it's nothing really, I just felt...odd, when I was talking to him, you wouldn't understand" Hermione released Harry's arms from around her waist and placed her wand back in her pocket, shuffling back over to the Gryffindor table where everyone was still staring, and took her place in-between her two best friends. There was a silence between the three of them as Hermione contemplated the feeling that had just come over her whilst arguing with Malfoy, until Ron broke that silence.

"Come to think of it, you do go a bit clumsy when speaking to Malfoy, but I suppose most people do. It's natural to be scared of him because of who his father is"

Hermione was aghast at Ron's words, she thought he knew her, but obviously he didn't "Don't be so silly Ronald! I am not afraid of that foul loathsome evil little cockroach! How dare you even suggest that?"

"WOW, for Merlin's sake Hermione! I was only saying..." his words trailed into silence as he saw the look of anger and sadness on Hermione's face. He turned his head slightly to whisper at Harry "someone got out the wrong side of bed this morning didn't they? Moody git" and with that he burst out laughing whilst Harry stifled a giggle, but unbeknown to them Hermione heard and, already in a mood , she was even more outraged by Harry and Ron's childish behaviour.

"You never understand!" and stormed out of the great hall at once leaving nothing but her leftover lunch.

Thank you for reading the first chapter of Filthy Beautiful, I hope you liked it! And this is my first fanfic so please, please review. Constructive criticism is welcome! Thank you x