A/N: I know, I know, it's been forever since I posted. I've had major writers block on this story and I'm hoping that you will have some ideas for me on how you would like this to continue. I'm open to ideas! So, if you want me to continue this story, please review and give me an idea or two.

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How It All Started

As everyone would expect from the Girl-Who-Lived and the son of a known Deatheather, for the first three years of Harriette's and Draco's Hogwarts experience, they hated each other. They fought, duelled, yelled, Harriette didn't stop Hermione from punching Draco... yeah. They were archenemies.

It changed in their fourth year. Well, for Harriette and the rest of the students it changed in their fourth year. Draco started to notice the change in the beginning of their third year. Of course, he tried to ignore it and was meaner to Harriette. The dementor attack gave him plenty of ways to torment her. Unbeknownst to Draco and everyone, the mocking subtly and slowly became teasing as the year passed. He felt and acknowledged the change in his feelings at the end of the year when he overheard a little bit of gossip.

"Listen to this. Harriette Potter was found in the Forbidden Forest with Sirius Black and a lot of the dementors," one of the fourth year said to their friend.

"Really?"

"Yeah, she and Black were passed out and the dementors were circling them, apparently. Potter was taken to the infirmary like the weakling she is," the first student scoffed. "Can't even take a little dementor attack."

Throughout the conversation, Draco was trying to keep himself from running to the infirmary to see if Harriette was alright. 'Stupid. What is up with you? She is just a girl who is beneath you.'

'Maybe, but you like her.'

'I do not! How could I like someone beneath me?'

'Is she really beneath you?'

'Shut up.' Despite telling the voice in his head to knock it off, Draco kept dwelling on that question. Is she really beneath you?

Draco ignored Harriette on the train ride, and despite hanging out with Blaise, Draco realized that no matter what he did, he couldn't take his mind off of Harriette. Of course, he kept all of these thoughts and emotions hidden under his usual cold mask.

Now for Harriette, the change was slow and subtle, and it began at the Quidditch World Cup...

"Children, this is Amos Diggory and his son, Cedric," Mr. Weasley says. "Amos, Cedric, these are my children, Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny, and their friends, Hermione Granger, and Harriette Potter."

"Harriette Potter?" Mr. Diggory asks, his eyes flickering to her scar. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too, Mr. Diggory."

"My son, Cedric, is in his seventh year at Hogwarts."

"Dad," Cedric says, "why don't you and Mr. Weasley talk about that thing you saw the other day? You know, the muggle thing."

"Oh right. Arthur, have you ever seen..." Mr. Diggory's voice trailed off as he walked off up the hill.

"Sorry about that," Cedric apologizes to Harriette and Hermione.

"It's okay. It happens all the time." Harriette gives him a reassuring smile.

"So, Harriette, is this you first professional Quidditch game?"

"Yes. I'm excited to see it." They walked together to the portkey and split ways at it's destination.

"Maybe I'll see you around school, Harriette," Cedric called.

"Call me Ettie. By Cedric!" Harriette replied.

"Bye, Ettie."

Once Cedric was out of earshot, the twins came up to both sides of Harriette.

"So, Ettie," Fred started.

"Fancy anyone," George continued.

"Recently?" They finished in unison.

"It's none of your business." A smile graced her face. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I'll help your father with the muggle money."

As she passed Hermione, Harriette heard her whisper, "It looked like Cedric fancies a certain black-haired girl in our company."

"Oh shush." Hermione and Ginny started laughing as Harriette's smile grew wider.

They reached their site and got set up without a hitch. "Wow, there are so many people here," Hermione commented.

"Yes, there are." Ron comes up to them. "And the Irish will WIN!" A cheer went up throughout the surrounding tents.

"Well, let's go get to our seats." Mr. Weasley lead them through the throng to up to their seats which were really high up. Harriette lagged behind a little as they made their way through the crowd. Suddenly, someone stumbled into her causing Harriette to almost fall off the platform.

"HARRIETTE!"

"I'm okay, Hermione. I'm okay," she said as she regained her balance and rejoined the group. "It was just a slight tumble."

Unbeknownst to them all, Draco saw the whole thing from the platform below and finally let go of the breath he was holding.

A/N: Sooooo? What do you think? Please, please, please, please, PLEASE REVIEW! I lend you my ears, now let me hear you.