Enemies to Colleagues to Friends to…

Right then! Firstly, I'd like to say thanks for reading and that I hope you like the story. Also, I'm sorry if someone has already used this idea, it just popped into my head! Constructive criticism would be great as this is my first story and all. Just so you know there will be slight swearing in this story, so you have been warned!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter that, my dear readers, is J.K Rowling. All the characters used within this story are hers BUT the plot is mine! All mine! Ha ha ha ha haa!

…. Sorry about that. On with the story!

OH! Before I forget:

Bold italics are thoughts

Normal italics are exaggeration

Bold is author notes (usually at the bottom of each chapter)

Hermione…

"Are you telling me, that I just walked through a place dangerous enough to kill us both, for nothing?" I yelled at the blithering imbecile before me, not breaking eye contact. I, Hermione Granger had just been to a place even worse than, dare I say it, Azkaban!

Draco Lucius Malfoy (the blithering imbecile) didn't even cringe at my yelling (maybe I'm not as intimidating as I thought) and put his hands behind his head as he lounged even further in his chair. "Yeah, pretty much. So, go on. Shoo." He waved and grinned.

Wait, maybe I should rewind and let you know exactly how I ended up in Malfoy Manor, arguing with Malfoy himself. Well, arguing between the two of us is nothing new as we were complete enemies in our Hogwarts years. He was so full of himself and his pure blood and I was one of the only people that could outsmart him and basically bruise his ego. Actually, I distinctly remember breaking his nose when I just couldn't take his idiocy anymore and punched him. Ha, that was great; he screamed like a little girl. Anyway, after he joined our side for the War, he decided to become a healer and he just had to be put in the same ward and given the same rank as I was. Therefore, I had to tolerate him and work with him, despite my protests… He wasn't that bad actually, polite and had a considerable knowledge of potions and whatnot. I still do not like him though; he is still an infuriating pest. So now we are colleagues. The place I had visited was an old witch's village in which an amazing healing potion was to be found BUT Malfoy, the prat, deliberately sent me to the wrong village and nearly got me killed in his amusement. Hate him. Anyhow, now you know the background, let's continue…

"You bloody bastard." I turned on my heel and opened the heavy door. "You bloody selfish, pompous bastard. I wish I'd never met you, you deatheater." I hissed the word.

Before I knew it, I was against the wall of Malfoy's study and my arms were above my head, my wand on the floor. Malfoy was holding my wrists tightly and as I looked over his shoulder to see that his own wand was on his desk. Would he curse me non-verbally? His grip was strong on my wrists and he was close enough for me to feel his hot breath on my neck. His grey eyes flashed pure anger and something else which I couldn't understand.

"Granger, I can take the insults and witty comebacks, even the brilliant hexes you throw at me but I will not take you accusing me of something I am not." He growled and tightened his grip.

I winced but kept my cool. What did he mean that he wasn't a deatheater? "Right then," I began calmly, "Three things. One: let go of my wrists, you're hurting me." I waited until he complied and then continued, "Two: thank you, my hexes are quite brilliant aren't they? Anyway, three: what do you mean you're not a deatheater? Didn't you get the dark mark? Hasn't Voldemort recruited you?" I watched him wince at the name.

He sighed and rubbed his temples as he sat on the sofa by the fire. "Weren't you leaving?"

I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow. "Look, Malfoy, you may be an insufferable prat, but you're not stupid. You cannot seriously expect me, Hermione Granger – the bookworm as I'm so famously called, to not enquire further when one tells me an interesting piece of information. Now, tell me, you know I can handle; I'm a Gryffindor, we're known for our bravery." I sat next to him.

He chuckled and looked at me. "You Gryffindors. You really want to know?"

I nodded even though I wasn't completely sure. "Go on."

"They wouldn't let me in because…" He mumbled the rest of the sentence.

"They what? Malfoy, speak louder."

"I already told you."

"Malfoy."

Granger." He mimicked.

"Malfoy, just tell me the rest of the goddamn sentence!"

"Okay! They wouldn't let me in because… I'm in love with a mud-muggleborn."

Well then! That's my first chapter done! Tell me what you think! I already has majority of the story drafted up so I just need your constructive criticism and reviews! Good or bad, I don't mind, just remember I'm new at this so go a little easy on me! Thanks for reading!