O Amor Conquista Tudo

By: Serenity

Summary: Two people, both of which despise the other, brought together by the bonds of love.

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns it all; if I owned any of this I wouldn't writing a pitiful attempt at fanfiction.

Chapter One: Messages

A lone owl flew through the steel grey morning sky, searching for the recipient of the letter clutched in its talons. This letter was a special one, much thicker than the usual letters this owl was made to deliver, Professor McGonagall, herself, had given the letter to him with tears in her eyes, telling him that it was a special delivery, and that could only mean one thing..

The owl spotted the house and soared down, hovering before the girl's bedroom. It tapped the glass a few times and beat its wings, waiting to be let in.

The girl inside rushed to the window and hurriedly opened it, allowing the owl entrance. It flew across the room and landed on her bed. She walked over and relieved it of its burden, petting it and cooing to it all the while. "What a good little owl! Have you brought me my letter?" The owl hooted in response.

She glanced down at the envelope; her hands trembled as she looked at it. She flipped it over and noticed the shining Hogwarts seal stamped into the back of it. She had been waiting quite a long time for this particular letter to arrive. She hoped desperately that it contained the message she wished.

Carefully she slit the envelope and removed its contents. She briefly scanned over the letter and gave a cry of delight; she, Hermione Granger, had made Head Girl.

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At the same time, an owl bearing a similar message was flying to another part of the country.

It flew into a house where an extremely attractive family was enjoying breakfast. The owl swooped in down and landed in front of the young boy. The boy looked quizzically at the letter for a moment, he picked it up and began to open it.

The boy's father glanced up from his copy of the Daily Prophet and snorted. He frowned at his son and sent a scathing remark his way. The boy looked up with a slightly hurt look on his face, but almost immediately covered it up with an emotionless look. He nodded obediently at his father and despondently returned to his partially opened letter.

He glanced at the letter and his mouth opened wide, all dignity forgotten. He glanced from the letter to his father, and back again.

"Father," the boy declared, "Before you make another remark about my stupidity you must read this."

The boy handed the letter to a nearby house elf. The elf scurried over to the head of the table, where the boy's father was seated. The man angrily took the letter and glared at the house elf with a look filled with such intense hatred that the elf almost passed out. He furiously began to read the letter and his mouth, much like his son's, dropped. His son, Draco Malfoy, had become Head Boy.

A/N: Okay, so this is my first serious story. The rest of them are all under another account and are filled with pointless stupidity. Tell me what you think! I'll update soon!