A/N: Hey I hope you understood the intro, it goes with this first part and I hope you under stand

the story. Anyway Review if you love me, review if you don't, just god damned review. Don't stop

reading just because the beginning is confuseing. THIS IS DRACO/HERMIONE! The beginning is just

important. It doesn't involve Draco or Hermione.

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There they stood. In the same arguement as always. He said 'Mudblood', she said 'Git',

he said, 'Know-it-all', she said 'Spoiled-Brat'. They were in their seventh year and they were

still fighting like first years. The year was almost over, soon they'd be out on their own,

and they needed to grow up a little.

She never kenw how he felt about her. She never knew how she really felt about him.

He wasn't always a selfish pig, he didn't always hide his emotions. She liked it when he was

civil towards her, and when he let his emotions show. Just a few days ago he looked at her with

those steel grey eyes, and something she never saw before shown through. She could have uncovered

his feelings that day if her friends hadn't decided to play hero, and rescue her from him. She

hated when they did that. She didn't know why but sometimes she enjoyed his presence. She thought

she hated him. No, she didn't hate him. She loved him, but she didn't know that. It was one

of those things that you don't discover until it's gone. She had to learn the hard way.

"Landon," Gypsy said looking into those eyes with her brown ones once again, "why do you

hate Harper, Zane, Ebony and I so badly?"

"Firstly, Harper always gets attention, Zane and Ebony are poor as dirt, and you," he

started, glancing over her sholder, only to see Harper, Zane, and Ebony, (Zanes twin sister)

comming towards them. He sighed and looked into her eyes, "You, are a mudblood."

She felt an unfamiliar pang in her heart, but she ignored it.

"Step away from her, Malfoy." Harper yelled, pulling out his wand.

"Harper, no." Gypsy said pushing his wand away.

"Gypsy, he's the enemy." Zane said.

"Ebony," Gypsy started, "please explain to your thick headed brother why he, and Harper

should not pull out their wands? I think that red hair of his has gotten into his brain."

"Zane, Harper, you don't want to be expelled do you?" said Ebony. The boys shook their

heads. "Hogwarts has a rule about no dueling." Ebony sighed, and slapped her brother in the head.

"Oh look, the poor baby Zane can't go a day without a spanking." laughed Landon.

"Shut up Malfoy." came Ebony.

"Get lost." said Zane.

Landon just smirked and walked away. When he was away from them he frowned. He was a

Malfoy. Malfoy's couldn't love, and yet he was in love, but not with just anybody, oh no,

it had to be a mudblood. His father would beat him senceless. He had to tell her. She had to

know, but how was he to get her alone without her body guards? He racked his brain for ideas.

Just then the lightbulb came on.

"HARPER! ZANE! EBONY!" Gypsy screamed at the top of her lungs, she didn't know why, but

she was furious at them for comming, yet again to her rescue. "WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO DO THAT?

I WAS ACTUALLY HAVEING A CIVILIZED CONVERSATION WITH HIM! YOU ALWAYS GET IN THE WAY! STOP DOING

THAT! I CAN'T EVEN TALK TO PROFESSOR SPANKTHEPLUM WITHOUT YOU COMMING ALONG AND SUPERVISEING!

LET ME MAKE THIS CLEAR! DON'T-DO-IT-AGAIN!" Her face was now bright red and she was shakeing.

"Sorry Gyps', but why are you so angry? I mean it was just Malfoy." said Harper.

Gypsy growled and stormed off to the one place she could call sanctuary. The library.

She pulled out a book from the muggle section and began to read. The book was a story

about a lost love. One of those mushy, gushy, books. Those always kept her mind off whatever it

was she needed to keep her mind off of. She hated not haveing someone to love, she longed for the

feeling. Little did she know, she had been feeling it. She just didn't know that that's what she

felt when she was with him. Landon Malfoy, her worst enemy. No, not her worst enemy, the one

she loved, but she didn't know that, she thought he was her enemy. The only flaw was that people

would never accept Landon Malfoy and Gypsy Granger, as a couple.

Landon knew this, but he didn't care what people thought. He just wanted to be with her,

to hold her, to kiss her, to love her. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. He

wanted to have a house, and children with her. He loved her. Not even his father could

stop him now.

Weeks had passed, and they had spoken 5 words to eachother. 'Please, pass the rat's

tail.' and 'Here take it, Mudblood. Enjoy.' in potions when they had to share a table.

He had to be harsh towards her infront of everyone, because if his fater found out, he'd

be a dead man. He wasn't out of Hogwarts yet, so he still had to obey by Dwennon Malfoy's rules.

Once he was out of Hogwarts he was on his own. He could do whatever he wanted, except ruin

the Malfoy name. He would be doing just that but he didn't care. He was in love.

Graduation was comming soon and they would probably never see eachoter again.

A few more days passed and it was time to board the Hogwart's express.

Gypsy sat in a compartment with Zane, Ebony, and Harper. Landon sat with a few Slytherins,

by the names of Ember, Kemp, Marlow, and Spring. He couldn't stand how dence they were, and

set off to find Gypsy. He had planned on telling her two weeks ago, in the library but she

didn't go that night. It was now or never. He found the compartment, took a deep breath and

pulled the door open. Everyone looked at him.

"What do you want?" asked Zane in a harsh voice.

"I want Gypsy."

"You never called her by her given name before. Why is it so important now?" said

Harper, trying to sound cool.

"That doesn't matter. Granger will you come with me?"

"No, she won't. So it's Granger again?" said Ebony.

"Please he begged."

"No, she's not goi...." Harper started but was cut off by Gypsy.

"Yes, I'll come." she said standing up and following him out of the compartment and into

an empty one. "What is it?" she asked.

"I-I I wanted to tell you something."

"What ever do you need to tell me?"

"I needed to tell you how I really feel about you."

Gypsy stayed silent but her eyes were fixed in his. They were not hard and cold as they

were around her friends, not they were warm and bright.

"I-I-I... I.. uh... ummm.. I don't know how to say this...." he took a deep breath.

"Gypsy Granger I love you."

Gypsy's eyes widened. Her stomach burned. She couldn't say anything she just stared at

him. Her eyes were wide. She was scared. Not scared that he might do something but scared because

she felt the same way. She knew it then. She loved him, but she couldn't move, she couldn't speek.

Landon just shook his head and left the compartment. She wanted to go after him. She tried

to yell his name, but nothing came out of her mouth. She tried to run after him but her legs

wouldn't move.

She was to scared to move. She knew that she should go after him, but she didn't.

She sighed and sunk down onto the seat of the compartment. She never saw him again. She never

felt that way again. She married a muggle, and she didn't feel the burning in her stomach.

She never loved him as much as she did Landon. She loved him of corse, but never as much as

Landon.

As for Landon, he became cold, hartless. He beat his wife, son and daughter, just like his

father did to him and his mother. He killed his daughter, she couldn't take the pain of the

curses he used. He promised he'd hurt his wife and children. It was all her falt. He still felt

love when he thought of her, but he scolded himself. He couldn't love. She broke his heart when

she just looked at him that day. She made him the cruel monster he was. If she would have just

followed her heart. If she just would have went after him. It would have turned out differently.

Now this is were the stroy really begins. Exactly onehundred years later, her great-great

granddaughter, and his great-great- grandson, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger, are in their

seventh year at Hogwarts. Gypsy is determened to put them in their right place. To do what she

should have done, one hundred years ago....