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Living a Life of Love

CHAPTER 1: Surprise!

Hermione Granger sat in the boxcar of the train to Hogwarts with her best friends, Harry and Ron. Harry and Ron were eagerly munching on Chocolate Frogs. Well, Harry was but Ron was trying to catch his.

"You two are such idiots."

"Why, thank you." Harry replied annoyingly.

"I'll be right back. I'm going to go find the food cart and buy something to eat," said Hermione while standing up and opening the door.

Hermione walked out into the isle and glanced up and down the train looking for the cart. As she spotted it, she saw it was at the very end of the train. Hermione started off walking towards the lady with the cart. She finally arrived.

"Excuse me, miss?" said Hermione sheepishly.

"Yes? What can I do for you?" replied the kind old lady.

"May I have 3 boxes of Bernie Bots Every Flavor Beans, please?" asked Hermione clutching her hands.

"Of course." said the lady while handing her her food.

Hermione turned around after thanking the lady and was just about to start walking.

"Pst…Hermione…in here," called out Draco Malfoy.

"Ooh…that boy better have a good reason for disturbing me!" thought Hermione.

"Yes?" asked Hermione while stepping into his boxcar. Surprisingly, he was alone.

"I…uh…you're headgirl this year, right?" asked Draco.

"Yes, and you are headboy. I already know," replied Hermione.

"Yes, I am. You damn mudblood. Don't act like such a know-it-all. Maybe somebody would like you if you didn't act that way! Anyways, on to the point. You know, we're going to be in the same common room this year, as well as right next door to each other. All of our years at Hogwarts have been spent fighting with each other and glaring at each other. I propose that we stop arguing because we will have to work together this year, not to mention live with each other." said Draco nervously.

"Oh shut up, Malfoy. I agree. I look forward to spending our next years with each other as I presume everything will be just peachy," Hermione said while smiling. She turned around and walked out.

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"Harry! Ron! You'll never guess what just happened!" Hermione said while breathing hard because she had just run down the train.

"What!? What!? Who likes me?" asked Harry curiously.

"No, you dimwit. Draco just proposed that he and I get along this year because we are headboy and headgirl together!" shrilled Hermione.

"WHAT!? Did you agree? I bet you he's trying to pull something over you!" said Ron furiously.

"No, no, no. He was serious. He and I do have to work together a lot this year and he wants to get along. I agreed," peeped out Hermione.

"AH! No way! You did not agree with ferret boy! Hermione, how could you? He's been against all three of us all along. What came over you?" asked Harry while shooting a look to Ron that says, "And we care, why?"

Hermione looked back on the moment and remembered feeling a tingling sensation as she looked into Draco's big bluish gray mysterious eyes that clashed oh-so-well with his blonde hair that was slicked back. She felt happy and alive being with him.

"I…I don't know," said Hermione while backing up slowly to sit down.

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The sorting ceremony and dinner was over. All throughout dinner, Hermione kept staring at Draco, wondering what that feeling had meant. She caught him glance at her, as well, quite a few times but thought nothing of it. She figured he was thinking about how to be nice to her, or how he was going to beat her on the annual OWLs that year.

Hermione had left dinner before Draco had, and found her way to their shared common room. She walked in and found that half of the room was black and green, for Slytherin, and the other half was gold and red, for Gryffindor. Hermione smiled at the fact of being back at Hogwarts, where she felt completely at home.

She'd changed tremendously over the summer. She got extremely depressed because she, Harry, and Ron had grown apart. She sort of figured that they had been using her for her brains, or so that nobody would pick on them and her instead. She came to wearing dark, black clothes with black eyeliner everyday. Her body had developed quite a bit and she didn't feel her usual self.

There was a sharp knock on her door. She walked to the door and opened it.

"Oh, hello Draco! What can I do for you?"

"Hermione, I need to talk to you. Right now, please. I know it's late…" started Draco but was soon cut off by Hermione.

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