A/N: this is the first chp, I know its short but I'll make the other chps longer.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, wish I was JK Rowling but unfortunately I'm not L
She was sitting on the edge of the lake, thinking about the exams that were coming up in almost a term. She couldn't believe that she hadn't started studying yet.
When she had received the letter about being offered a place in Hogwarts almost six years ago, she couldn't believe it. She was then only a very ordinary girl from a normal family and was average at school. The only thing that she excelled at, was music. She absolutely loved it; she would always be seen walking around with either her headphones on her ears or with her Hi-Fi stereo on full blast in her room. Another thing she also did was play the flute. Everyone from her school knew that she was the very best at it; she had won many competitions and was always performing. Unfortunately, the day she decided she would go to Hogwarts was the last day she had ever touched her flute.
"Hermione! You there, come back down to earth Hermione!!!" cried Harry, interrupting her thoughts.
"Hermione, Hermione!!!" said Ron who started shaking Hermione.
"What!!!!!!!!" Hermione said in a very pissed off voice as she slowly woke from her thoughts. She hated it when someone disturbed her when she was thinking.
"Sorry, but you were just sitting there looking at the water without even blinking your eyes once and we started to get the idea that you in a coma!" Said Ron who was regretting that he had shaked her that hard, he hated it when she was in this mood.
Hermione looked at the faces of her two best friends and wished that she hadn't talked in such a pissy voice.
Not wanting to stay there wasting her time she decided that she should head off to the library for some studying. After all, her intelligence hadn't come to her easily; she had spent hours of her time in the library studying her ass off to get all those top grades.
"I'm going to the library guys." She said before walking quickly towards the school so that she wouldn't hear Harry and Ron complaining about all the time she spent in the library everyday.
Since first year, she was afraid that she would be bottom of her grade, she knew that starting from scratch was not going to be easy. She had read many books about magic and fantasy but now she knew that there was much more to the magical world then just dragons and fairies. Six years at this school had taught her that. After dropping all the things she loved, she knew she had to make it worthwhile so she had sworn to herself that she would put all her efforts into making the most of the 7 years.
So far, this was already the last half of her sixth year and she has been pretty happy with how things had been going. Not only topping her grade 5 years in a row, she was also offered training, to become one of the few in a group of greatest Aurors in the magical world.
However, Hermione was always feeling she was missing something, something that had nothing to do with how smart she was or how successful she was. Something was missing that would be very important in her life.
She hated how she always having these empty feelings in her every time she reflected on her life.
But what was this missing thing?
If only I knew, Hermione thought to herself before burying herself in to all the wonderful books stacked around her.
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He sat there, staring over the forbidden forests towards the beautiful sun that was slowly disappearing under the horizon.
He had never thought that the blends of all the reds and yellows could have such are relaxing effect on him.
His favourite colours were always cool colours, like blue, green, silver and black. They always seemed to turn him into a calm, happy little harmless 5-year-old boy every time he looked at them; he had always hated the red, hot angry colours that reminded him of his life. How he came from an unloving family, how everyone of his family was reserved and always had miserable faces wherever they went, how expressing himself was almost impossible.
But, the worst thing that happens every time he looks at the red colours was that he'd go into these awful fits of anger that no one could stand. They all got even more afraid of him and always avoided him, not even daring to look at him fearing that he'd start screaming at them.
This time the colours in the sky, turned him into a person no one would ever see him as.
'Even if Mudblood Granger and her bodyguards come, they wouldn't even bother me.' Draco smiled at himself. He looked up the sky and looked dreamily at it.
The little flocks of white fluffy sheep floated peacefully above him. He stared at it dreamily when suddenly he heard footsteps coming towards him.
They got louder and louder until it finally stopped. He turned his head and looked around, no one was there.
'Am I dreaming? Looking at these clouds are making me go crazy' he said to himself. He got up to leave when he suddenly heard a little cry. What was that? He walked towards the a bush, he looked over the bush and saw a girl with beautiful brown curls crying silently with a flute held in her lap.
Moving towards another clump of bushes to get a better view of the sad looking girl, his mouth slowly formed a perfect 'O'. He couldn't believe his eyes. The girl he had thought was beautiful was none other then his longtime enemy filthy Mudblood Granger.
When had she gotten like this?
Wasn't she always the Mudblood that was always wearing a happy smile, bushy haired and ugly?
When had she become this beautiful, sad girl and what was she doing with a flute in her small, delicate hands?
'Snap out of it!' he said to himself, he was loosing himself. At that, his mouth formed back to his usual smirk and he walked towards her stopping only inches from her head.
"What happened Granger? Did Potty head dump you? Or was it the tomato head?'" he drawled.
"Get away from me Malfoy." Hermione said, using all she could to make her voice sound calm. She sat on the bench staring at his shiny black shoes.
"What, scared of me Mudblood? I always knew Mudbloods had no guts!" Draco spit. "And, you don't own any part of the school, I have more rights to be standing here than you."
"Fine! Its not like I like standing on the same grounds as you Malfoy." She spat back. " Its not like snobs have all the rights. You probably have everything want, but what does that do to you? It just makes you an even worse person then u already are! I mean, you're the most self-centered brat I've ever met in my whole life!!!"
This really shocked Draco. He also started to feel a little hurt. No one has ever dared to call him something bad (apart from his dad). And this was coming from Granger. I never knew she had it in her. She almost sounded like a Slytherin.
All these thoughts kept rushing through his mind as he watched Hermione stand up glare at him before turning and storming off with her flute in her hands.
Why does every one think I have everything? I would give anything for a loving family. I would give anything for a true friend. At least she has Potter and Weasly. What do I have? Crabbe? Goyle? They're both too dumb for me to even communicate with them without explaining what I said. Pansy? Blaise? One's either trying to slobber all over me while the other is only too interested with screwing whoever's life he can.
Draco sat down on the bench. He felt something under him, he stood up again and looked down at the bench. A stunning silver pendant in a shape of a dragon was lying on the wood. He picked it up. Granger must have left this when she stormed off.
He slipped in into his black coat, wondering why the Mudblood would have a dragon.
To Draco, a dragon was an animal that represented power, strength and it was also one of his favourite animals.
Why would a muggle witch have a dragon shaped pendant with her, especially if she was from Gryffindor?
Thinking about this as well as how to give it back to her, Draco quickly, walked back towards the school, smelling the delicious scent of dinner being served.