CHAPTER 1~ Another Fun-Filled Year at Hogwarts
She didn't know physical pain; her parents had always loved her dearly. They gave her everything a child hoped for-love, care, happiness, a home, food, everything. She was always the brightest student at her Muggle school-the top of her class. It was predicted that she would be Valedictorian even at the age of ten.
Both she and her parents were very shocked to find out that she was a witch when she turned eleven on July 8. They took her to get her wizarding surprised and cried when they sent their baby girl off to Hogwarts from Platform 9 ¾ for the first time. Needless to say, her entire school was very shocked when they heard that she had been sent off to a boarding school.
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He had known pain since the day he was born. His father wanted his only son to be just like him-a spitting image. The pale boy had all his feature- silvery blonde hair; storming, emotionless grey eyes; right down to his nose and cheekbones. He also had his father's attitude. They were superior to everyone and everything, neither showed their emotions and they were followers of Lord Voldemort.
His future was planned out-he was to become heir to the Dark Lord. No one had ever seen any problems with this plan, not yet anyway.
The boy had scars covering the greater part of his back and arms. Although his face was always so perfect, the parts of his body that couldn't be seen were always bruised and he had broken many bones. His parents went with him to buy his supplies for the first time, but never again after that. He was shown all the places for Dark Arts and knew magic that couldn't be taught in schools. His parents sent him off to school without a second thought.
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Seven years later, they are both attending their final year at Hogwarts and are in rival Houses. They become Head Boy and Head Girl and still have a grudge against one another.
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Hermione Granger stepped onto the familiar platform at King's Cross Station and kissed her parents goodbye before looking for Harry Potter and Ron Weasley-her best friends. She found them in the last compartment on the train and hugged them both tightly.
"How've you been?" she asked excitedly.
"Great!" Ron answered.
"Yeah, we had a fantastic vacation! Hey congratulations on becoming Head Girl!" Harry said.
"Thanks. They didn't tell me who the Head Boy was yet though."
"Oh that sucks," Ron replied.
Hermione sat down across from the two boys. It was no secret that they had their own special relationship between the two of them. Hermione knew this better than anyone else. They were holding each other's hands and looking adoringly at one another.
"Okay, well, I have to go to the Head Compartment for the ride, so I'll see you two at the feast tonight," she said quickly as she got up to leave.
"Sure, 'Mione," they said together.
She hated to see them getting all touchy and kissy. Although it had been that way for two years now, she was still uncomfortable with the fact that her two best guy friends were dating.
She walked briskly up to the front compartment and opened the door to find none other than Draco Malfoy sitting there, looking out the window with his legs stretched out in front of him and crossed at the ankles and his arms folded across his chest. He had a pained expression across his pale face and it looked like he was thinking about something.
"You're Head Boy?!" Hermione asked incredulously.
His expression changed instantaneously to nothing as was typical of him. "Is that so hard to believe, Mudblood?"
"No, actually. I must have forgotten that the little ferret gets everything he wants. I guess it pays to have Daddy Dearest pay off everyone."
"Contrary to popular belief, I actually worked my goddamn ass off to get here. If you paid closer attention, you might have realized that my marks are only slightly below yours."
"I do pay attention, Malfoy. I only really cared about my grades before, though. I never had to worry about pleasing my rich. It's not everyday that a lowly Mudblood can surpass a superior Pureblood in every subject going." She gave him a sarcastic smile.
Draco glared daggers at her. "Kiss my ass Mudblood. Actually, no don't, I don't want your filthy germs on my skin."
"Get over yourself. You know, I'm surprised that they haven't had to make any of the doors in the building larger yet."
"Why's that?" he asked curiously.
"I thought they might have to enlarge them so your gigantic-sized ego could fit."
"Wow, Granger, that's funny. It so funny I forgot to laugh." He rolled his eyes at her and went back to staring out his window.
Hermione hated everything about him. She hated the way he did his hair (she hated it even more now that it was falling in his eyes and that she found him rather attractive), she hated his attitude towards everything, she hated how she could look into his eyes and not find a single emotion, she hated how he always made her feel smaller than she really was and like she didn't belong, most of all she hated him for not giving her a chance to become his friend. When she had first started Hogwarts she was attracted to his devilish smirk and the way he carried himself. That is until she found out what he was really like and she came to despise him.
Draco hated her very existence. He hated how her hair was no longer bushy but straight and short, he hated how he could see her emotions flooding through her eyes, he hated how she could beat him in academics, and she hated most of all that she was a Mudblood. When he had first started at Hogwarts and he saw her, he became instantaneously attracted to her know-it- all attitude and her genuine smile. He really wanted to get to know her better, but when he found out she was a Mudblood, he resented ever being remotely attracted to her.
Draco stared out his window and watched the picturesque scenes drift by. There were still green leaves decorating each of the trees and the sky was a stormy grey, like his eyes. He had always loved rain and grey skies. It made him feel like there was someone out there who was crying for him since he wouldn't dare show his weakness. He felt that the as much as it rained, that still didn't amount to the amount of pain he felt deep inside himself.
He glanced over at Hermione, who had become engrossed in a book. He glanced at the title and noticed that it was definitely a Muggle book, but he didn't comment on it. As he watched her, he could tell the emotions of the book. Her expressions changed from happiness, to anger, to sadness, and back. Never had he seen someone show the emotions of the book they were reading.
"What are you looking at?" she snapped suddenly as if she knew he was watching her even though she didn't look up.
"Certainly not you. You don't deserve to be looked upon by any being on the face of the Earth. You're nothing but a filthy no-blood scum," he spat in retaliation.
Before he could even think about what was going on, she got up and slapped him hard across the face. "Fuck you, Ferret Boy!"
His face stung, and he put his hand to his cheek and gently caressed it. "You fucking bitch! That's gunna leave a fucking mark!"
"That's so typical of you."
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing. Forget about it."
He grabbed her wrist tightly and pushed her back against the door of the compartment. "Never touch me again, you dirty fucking whore! I swear on my title as Head Boy, there will be hell to pay," he whispered threateningly. He had expected her to be scared but found no trace of any kind of emotion in her eyes.
"Let go of me," she demanded harshly.
"What are you gunna do about it, Mudblood? Are you gunna tell your gay friends? I don't think they can do anything about it. You know damn well I can take them both without a problem."
Suddenly Hermione smirked at him. "And what about your friends, Malfoy?" she stated calmly. "I don't think they're very straight either. Have you ever seen them together? I imagine you must have seeing as you share the same dorm as them. I know I've seen them together. It's a rather disgusting sight? Tell me, have you ever gotten in on the action? Or does your precious little Parkinslut keep you occupied?"
Draco dropped his grip on her hands. "How do you know about Crabbe and Goyle?"
"Who doesn't?"
"Are they that public about their relationship?"
"Are you blind? They were practically butt fucking each other on the last day of school last year in the middle of the Charms corridor."
"Oh gods." A look of disgust crossed his usually calm features. "Those two great oafs have no fucking shame do they?"
Hermione looked at him, totally surprised by his change of attitude. "So how's your girlfriend?"
"What girlfriend?" he asked suddenly.
"Pansy. I've only seen her all over you since the Yule Ball in fourth year."
"Ugh! How could you think I would ever go out with a pug-faced girl who wears too much make-up and tries to get in my pants every ten seconds?! That girl is the biggest fucking slut I have ever met!"
Hermione's mouth was hanging agape. She was so stunned by that statement and she was almost surprised at his sudden outburst.
"You alright, Granger?"
She snapped out of her previous trance. "Uh sure?"
"You don't look so good. You want chocolate or something?"
"No. And why would you care what I looked or felt like? You've never cared before and I wouldn't expect you to now." She had become the Granger he had known for the past six years once again.
"Typical," he mumbled under his breath.
"What was that, Ferret Boy?"
"Nothing. Why would you care? You haven't cared about me for the past seven years, so why should you start caring now?"
"Malfoy, you're a bastard."
"Actually, my parents were married when they had me, thank you very much! My father's an asshole though if you would like that bit of information since you do all of a sudden seem very interested in my personal affairs."
"I thought you looked up to him."
"I did. But that was before I realized.never mind. You know to much already."
"You haven't told me barely anything. How can I know to much?"
"Right. What I have told you is too much. Now if you would kindly leave me alone for the rest of this trip it would be greatly appreciated. Thanks a lot, Granger, it means a lot to me."
Hermione rolled her eyes at him. She knew he could be a prick at times, but now he was just being stupid. He had hardly told her anything and he had felt it was too much. She desperately wanted to know what was bothering him about his father now since he had said he was an asshole. She stared out the window for the rest of the ride trying to mentally prepare herself for what was sure to be her last yea at Hogwarts. **Certainly should be fun** she thought. **Especially since I'm gunna have to spend so much time with the King of Pricks himself.**
She didn't know physical pain; her parents had always loved her dearly. They gave her everything a child hoped for-love, care, happiness, a home, food, everything. She was always the brightest student at her Muggle school-the top of her class. It was predicted that she would be Valedictorian even at the age of ten.
Both she and her parents were very shocked to find out that she was a witch when she turned eleven on July 8. They took her to get her wizarding surprised and cried when they sent their baby girl off to Hogwarts from Platform 9 ¾ for the first time. Needless to say, her entire school was very shocked when they heard that she had been sent off to a boarding school.
~
He had known pain since the day he was born. His father wanted his only son to be just like him-a spitting image. The pale boy had all his feature- silvery blonde hair; storming, emotionless grey eyes; right down to his nose and cheekbones. He also had his father's attitude. They were superior to everyone and everything, neither showed their emotions and they were followers of Lord Voldemort.
His future was planned out-he was to become heir to the Dark Lord. No one had ever seen any problems with this plan, not yet anyway.
The boy had scars covering the greater part of his back and arms. Although his face was always so perfect, the parts of his body that couldn't be seen were always bruised and he had broken many bones. His parents went with him to buy his supplies for the first time, but never again after that. He was shown all the places for Dark Arts and knew magic that couldn't be taught in schools. His parents sent him off to school without a second thought.
~
Seven years later, they are both attending their final year at Hogwarts and are in rival Houses. They become Head Boy and Head Girl and still have a grudge against one another.
~
Hermione Granger stepped onto the familiar platform at King's Cross Station and kissed her parents goodbye before looking for Harry Potter and Ron Weasley-her best friends. She found them in the last compartment on the train and hugged them both tightly.
"How've you been?" she asked excitedly.
"Great!" Ron answered.
"Yeah, we had a fantastic vacation! Hey congratulations on becoming Head Girl!" Harry said.
"Thanks. They didn't tell me who the Head Boy was yet though."
"Oh that sucks," Ron replied.
Hermione sat down across from the two boys. It was no secret that they had their own special relationship between the two of them. Hermione knew this better than anyone else. They were holding each other's hands and looking adoringly at one another.
"Okay, well, I have to go to the Head Compartment for the ride, so I'll see you two at the feast tonight," she said quickly as she got up to leave.
"Sure, 'Mione," they said together.
She hated to see them getting all touchy and kissy. Although it had been that way for two years now, she was still uncomfortable with the fact that her two best guy friends were dating.
She walked briskly up to the front compartment and opened the door to find none other than Draco Malfoy sitting there, looking out the window with his legs stretched out in front of him and crossed at the ankles and his arms folded across his chest. He had a pained expression across his pale face and it looked like he was thinking about something.
"You're Head Boy?!" Hermione asked incredulously.
His expression changed instantaneously to nothing as was typical of him. "Is that so hard to believe, Mudblood?"
"No, actually. I must have forgotten that the little ferret gets everything he wants. I guess it pays to have Daddy Dearest pay off everyone."
"Contrary to popular belief, I actually worked my goddamn ass off to get here. If you paid closer attention, you might have realized that my marks are only slightly below yours."
"I do pay attention, Malfoy. I only really cared about my grades before, though. I never had to worry about pleasing my rich. It's not everyday that a lowly Mudblood can surpass a superior Pureblood in every subject going." She gave him a sarcastic smile.
Draco glared daggers at her. "Kiss my ass Mudblood. Actually, no don't, I don't want your filthy germs on my skin."
"Get over yourself. You know, I'm surprised that they haven't had to make any of the doors in the building larger yet."
"Why's that?" he asked curiously.
"I thought they might have to enlarge them so your gigantic-sized ego could fit."
"Wow, Granger, that's funny. It so funny I forgot to laugh." He rolled his eyes at her and went back to staring out his window.
Hermione hated everything about him. She hated the way he did his hair (she hated it even more now that it was falling in his eyes and that she found him rather attractive), she hated his attitude towards everything, she hated how she could look into his eyes and not find a single emotion, she hated how he always made her feel smaller than she really was and like she didn't belong, most of all she hated him for not giving her a chance to become his friend. When she had first started Hogwarts she was attracted to his devilish smirk and the way he carried himself. That is until she found out what he was really like and she came to despise him.
Draco hated her very existence. He hated how her hair was no longer bushy but straight and short, he hated how he could see her emotions flooding through her eyes, he hated how she could beat him in academics, and she hated most of all that she was a Mudblood. When he had first started at Hogwarts and he saw her, he became instantaneously attracted to her know-it- all attitude and her genuine smile. He really wanted to get to know her better, but when he found out she was a Mudblood, he resented ever being remotely attracted to her.
Draco stared out his window and watched the picturesque scenes drift by. There were still green leaves decorating each of the trees and the sky was a stormy grey, like his eyes. He had always loved rain and grey skies. It made him feel like there was someone out there who was crying for him since he wouldn't dare show his weakness. He felt that the as much as it rained, that still didn't amount to the amount of pain he felt deep inside himself.
He glanced over at Hermione, who had become engrossed in a book. He glanced at the title and noticed that it was definitely a Muggle book, but he didn't comment on it. As he watched her, he could tell the emotions of the book. Her expressions changed from happiness, to anger, to sadness, and back. Never had he seen someone show the emotions of the book they were reading.
"What are you looking at?" she snapped suddenly as if she knew he was watching her even though she didn't look up.
"Certainly not you. You don't deserve to be looked upon by any being on the face of the Earth. You're nothing but a filthy no-blood scum," he spat in retaliation.
Before he could even think about what was going on, she got up and slapped him hard across the face. "Fuck you, Ferret Boy!"
His face stung, and he put his hand to his cheek and gently caressed it. "You fucking bitch! That's gunna leave a fucking mark!"
"That's so typical of you."
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing. Forget about it."
He grabbed her wrist tightly and pushed her back against the door of the compartment. "Never touch me again, you dirty fucking whore! I swear on my title as Head Boy, there will be hell to pay," he whispered threateningly. He had expected her to be scared but found no trace of any kind of emotion in her eyes.
"Let go of me," she demanded harshly.
"What are you gunna do about it, Mudblood? Are you gunna tell your gay friends? I don't think they can do anything about it. You know damn well I can take them both without a problem."
Suddenly Hermione smirked at him. "And what about your friends, Malfoy?" she stated calmly. "I don't think they're very straight either. Have you ever seen them together? I imagine you must have seeing as you share the same dorm as them. I know I've seen them together. It's a rather disgusting sight? Tell me, have you ever gotten in on the action? Or does your precious little Parkinslut keep you occupied?"
Draco dropped his grip on her hands. "How do you know about Crabbe and Goyle?"
"Who doesn't?"
"Are they that public about their relationship?"
"Are you blind? They were practically butt fucking each other on the last day of school last year in the middle of the Charms corridor."
"Oh gods." A look of disgust crossed his usually calm features. "Those two great oafs have no fucking shame do they?"
Hermione looked at him, totally surprised by his change of attitude. "So how's your girlfriend?"
"What girlfriend?" he asked suddenly.
"Pansy. I've only seen her all over you since the Yule Ball in fourth year."
"Ugh! How could you think I would ever go out with a pug-faced girl who wears too much make-up and tries to get in my pants every ten seconds?! That girl is the biggest fucking slut I have ever met!"
Hermione's mouth was hanging agape. She was so stunned by that statement and she was almost surprised at his sudden outburst.
"You alright, Granger?"
She snapped out of her previous trance. "Uh sure?"
"You don't look so good. You want chocolate or something?"
"No. And why would you care what I looked or felt like? You've never cared before and I wouldn't expect you to now." She had become the Granger he had known for the past six years once again.
"Typical," he mumbled under his breath.
"What was that, Ferret Boy?"
"Nothing. Why would you care? You haven't cared about me for the past seven years, so why should you start caring now?"
"Malfoy, you're a bastard."
"Actually, my parents were married when they had me, thank you very much! My father's an asshole though if you would like that bit of information since you do all of a sudden seem very interested in my personal affairs."
"I thought you looked up to him."
"I did. But that was before I realized.never mind. You know to much already."
"You haven't told me barely anything. How can I know to much?"
"Right. What I have told you is too much. Now if you would kindly leave me alone for the rest of this trip it would be greatly appreciated. Thanks a lot, Granger, it means a lot to me."
Hermione rolled her eyes at him. She knew he could be a prick at times, but now he was just being stupid. He had hardly told her anything and he had felt it was too much. She desperately wanted to know what was bothering him about his father now since he had said he was an asshole. She stared out the window for the rest of the ride trying to mentally prepare herself for what was sure to be her last yea at Hogwarts. **Certainly should be fun** she thought. **Especially since I'm gunna have to spend so much time with the King of Pricks himself.**