Title: Written On My Heart


Author name: SoulTattoo

Category: Romance/Humour/Angst


Summary: With all these 'Hate' and 'Dark Arts' advancing in the wizarding world, Hogwarts has decided tp set up and experiment with a new enrichment course for all Gryffindor and Slytherin students to experience and learn the meaning of 'Love'. In this story, it shows how the relationship between a certain Gryffindor Prefect and Slytherin Prefect progress during the short six months. A Draco/Hermione story.


DISCLAIMER: Hers, not mine. Hers, not mine. Just keep repeating that in my head and everything will go perfectly fine.

Author's Note: Read. Tell me what's wrong. Stupid plot, but I just had to write this. Click on the 'Submit A Review' button after you are done reading. Thank you very much.

Okay. I've revised the first chapter and changed some parts of it to synchronise with the fifth book, and I'll be doing some minor changes here and there.

Chapter 1

Students enthusiastically filed into the classrooms, different kind of smiles plastered on their faces. Some had grim ones, others had joyous ones, while most had curious looks written all over their faces.

This new enrichment course was going to be a new experience for all the students. Ever since Voldemort had risen once again, love disappeared into the air. Only clouds of hate and suspicion hung low everywhere in the castle, waiting to possess the soul of an innocent student. The rivalry between the Slytherins and Gryffindors grew worse each day, and the taunting words spat to each other brought shivers down one spine and tears to some gullible first years.

In the most recent years, Voldemort was not only someone who was feared greatly, but also gradually turned to be someone to be worshipped wholeheartedly. Support for He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named came especially from the Slytherins, where a couple of the seventh years already had the Dark Mark implanted on their left upper arms. Their respect for Lord Voldemort slowly rose to deep admiration, which led to a sudden yet passionate obssession and yearn for the power to control the rest of the world.

This was when Albus Dumbledore came up with a brilliant idea, an inspiration to bring back love into the Hogwarts environment once again. He decided to experiment a little bit with this certain course, which would only last for a short six months. Only Slytherins and Gryffindors were entitled to experience this course, since both were the only two houses which held everlasting bitter rivalry against each other. At first, the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs were slightly disheartened by the fact that they could not participate. However, after some serious consideration, they managed to reassure themselves that they were not missing anything out, but instead had more time to concentrate on their studies.

It was the first day of lessons, and the students were still unsure of how the professor looked like. Was it a new one, or just one of the boring old ones? Was it a pretty young lady or a dark, handsome young man... or perhaps neither. Endless questions were swimming inside the students heads, and they secretly cursed Dumbledore silently in their heads for not revealing more information regarding this certain enrichment course.

A certain Gryffindor Prefect who sat at the front row of the classroom with her two best friends had a worried expression on her face, and her head was rested gently on her hand while her elbow grazed the desk. Meanwhile, her fingers seemed to enjoy themselves between her teeth, which was chattering silently.

"Chill, Hermione, it's just another lesson." Harry eyed her weirdly, while Ron slumped over the long desk, his two palms resting lazily on his cheeks as he sulked angrily, mumbling words which sounded like, "Oh no... not another subject... how can my little brain take it... what if the teacher is as ugly as Trelawny?"

Hermione glanced over at Ron's direction for a short while, an annoyed expression loomed over her face, "that's nothing, Ron! There are better things to worry about, like 'what if the teacher doesn't like us?' or 'what if the teacher doesn't give us homework?'"

Ron rasied his head up slightly, though never lifting it from his hands. He strained to take a look at Hermione, and shot her a glare, before continuing to stare blankly to space and carrying on with his ranting.

Harry glanced helplessly between his two best friends, but that didn't last too long. A few moments later, Draco Malfoy, followed by Blaise Zambini sauntered into the classroom, sharing their thoughts loudly with the rest of the students in the classroom.

"Leave it to Dumbledore, always having brilliant ideas. This is just another one of his creations," Draco spat sardonically to his friend.

Blaise nodded in agreement, ebony hair falling into his eyes, "I agree! This whole thing is just a waste of time."

Hearing this caused Harry and Hermione to flinch slightly. Harry whispered to her, "Someone ought to shut their mouths for them." His tone was acrimonious.

Hermione balled up her fists, and nodded, "My sentiments exactly!" Her eyes wandered towards the two Slytherin boys and soon were fixated on Draco as he walked past their table, his cold silvery gaze never lifting from her warm amber one.

Scowling slightly, she forced her eyes away from his and turned her attention towards Harry, while stealthily watching Draco from the corner of her eyes, taking his seat between Crabbe and Goyle at the back of the room.

Before she could open her mouth to start a simple conversation with Harry, Hermione felt a gentle breeze sweep past her, causing her to tremble slightly. Brushing a stray strand of brown hair behind her ears, she looked around the classroom, checking to see if the new teacher had entered the room.

Since a long time ago, many people have searched for the meaning of love. But even the great philosophers, with their profound definitions, could not fully touch its true essence.So, what actually is this certain word, love?

A soothing yet mysterious voice filled the room, and it touched many souls in the room. The voice was not shrill, neither too deep, but the words were eloquently expressed to the audience below.

It sounded almost like a female.

As curiosity overwhelmed them, several students turned their heads and glanced around the room, searching for any signs of the new professor. Unfortunately, there were none.

The voice continued its speech again...

Love cannot be seen. It is hidden and felt only in your hearts. It only reveals itself when someone loves them truly. That's right. All of you can't see me, but can only hear the sound of my voice. However, you can only see me when you truly understand the meaning of love. Meanwhile, you can address me by calling me Professor Love.

The Gryffindor boys pretended to swoon, while the Slytherin boys raised the eyebrows with a quizzical expression on their faces. Neville looked like he was about to faint, while Pansy had scrunched up her face as if she was about to puke.

The voice started again, her tone which was more smooth and gentle.

Some say that 'love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies', while others say, 'the sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love'. Love is something that cannot be defined, but must be felt from deep in your body, your very soul. Hate, however, is something possessive, and keeps you away from the good. It is like a virus,, seizing any good opportunity to corrupt your brain, torturing your conscience, killing it slowly –

And at that very moment, all the Gryffindors immediately turned their heads to stare at Draco Malfoy, who in return gave them a sinister smirk.

- And softly.

The voice suddenly jumped to a higher tone, sounding more vibrant and energetic.

That's why, boys and girls from Slytherin and Gryffindor, the main objective why both of you are here together in this course is to learn how to dispose the hatred that is filled inside your hearts, and learn to unleash the unconditional love that is embedded deep in your hearts...

Ron leaned over to Harry and whispered under his breath, "what a nutty professor. Can you imagine Slytherin and Gryffindor learning to love and understand each other? Man, do I love to see when that day comes," he scoffed, pretending to choke on his saliva. Harry just laughed along with him while Hermione shot an irritated look at the both of them, a finger placed on her lips to ask them to keep both their mouths shut.

I'll be splitting both houses up, regardless of all your pleas, so I don't expect anyone of you to know each other. Throughout the lesson, you'll learn to work with your partner, and I do hope that there would be great outcomes by the end of the six month course.

Everyone in the classroom groaned and grumbled, obviously displeased when Professor Love told them that there would be lots of pair work involving the two different houses.

Millicent Bulstrode and Dean Thomas...

"DAMN!" Dean cursed loudly, squeezing his book tightly in his hands as eyes burnt with frustration and anger, "Of all the Slytherin girls, why did it have to be her? At least Pansy would be a better catch!"

Seamus stifled a snigger and playfully nudged his best friend in the ribs. The look on Millicent's face was priceless! The horrified look implanted on her face caused the whole room to burst into laughter. Even the Slytherins.

Seamus Finnigan and Blaise Zambini...

"A boy, Professor Love?" Both boys sighed dejectedly at the same time.

"Hey Dean, at least you sure got a better catch than me," Seamus added, his eyebrows wriggling up and down, "you got a girl while I got a boy."

Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy...

Draco cleared his throat loudly, his long and slender fingers pointing towards Hermione. Everyone turned to gawk at him while he stood up and spoke. "Me.. with that mudblood? You've got to be kidding!"

Harry stood up defensively, "Hermione is not a mudblood!"

Meanwhile, Ron also pushed his chair back with a loud screech and pulled out his wand. Seamus and Dean had to rush forward to stop him from doing anything rash. Hermione just sat in her seat, her eyes wide open in surprise, "Ron, Harry. It's okay. I'm immune to all his vicious remarks about me."

"Well," Ron's face flushed with fury, "I'll get him one day. Just he wait."

Hermione licked her lips hastily and told Ron in a serious tone, "I mean it, Ron. I'll report you if you do."

"You're no fun..." Before he could finish his sentence, Ron was interrupted by Professor Love.

If you wish to continue with this senseless bickering, I would suggest that the both of you could step outside of the classroom to resolve your disagreements. If not, please pay attention while I go on with the list.

Ron Weasley and Pansy Parkinson...

"Not a Weasley..." Pansy whined to Millicent. She sent a hopeful gaze towards Draco's direction, and all she received was a nonchalant shrug.

"At least he is better than Thomas," Millicent retorted back into Pansy's ear.

Hermione snuggled her head into her arms as she sprawled her head onto her desk. Man... this was sure going to be one long day...

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