((Amie: The new and improved 1st chapter. This story was really called 'The Crush' but Lauren and I decided against it's title and re-named it. I hope you all like it. My friend Lauren and I wrote this together. The powers of MSN! Together Lauren and I are unstoppable MWHAHAHA. This story will defiantly have the essence of the real Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy!
PolishPrincess, we are really sorry but we deleted the old story, you were my only reader and I appreciate that. I'll make it up to you I promise!))
"No matter what you do to impress me Granger the fact still remains that you're a mudblood! What would give you any idea that I would ever in a million years consider going out with you? Are you mad?! Or are you just sick in the head?" Draco spat at Hermione's feet in disgust, "You make me sick!" Draco glared at Hermione for a while before turning to leave. "I can take my pick of the girls in this school, however you Granger would be lucky if you didn't die a virgin." Draco smirked and walked out of the room leaving Hermione close to tears. Hermione's mind replayed the events that ultimately led to what had just happened.
/ Hermione was sitting at her desk next to Lavender Brown gossiping about guys in the school and which of them they would most like to go out with. Laughing Hermione had told Lavender that she fancied Draco. Nodding Lavender agreed, he was undoubtedly the best looking bloke in Hogwarts. Joking around the two girls said that Hermione should ask Draco out. However they didn't notice that Pansy had been listening into half of their conversation. Realising that she held valuable information she did the thing she did best, tell Draco. Hermione had heard the class being dismissed, while walking out of the door Hermione was pulled into an empty classroom across the hall. Hermione was shoved against the wall, looking rather scared she looked up to see Draco leaning over her with an evil glare in his eyes as he slapped her around the face. /
It was five minutes later when Hermione finally plucked up enough strength to walk out of the empty classroom and up into her dorm. Her hand was covering her face where she had been hit. Realising that everyone else was in their lessons she didn't find it a problem to walk to the common room with out being spotted. Closing the door to her dorm Hermione slid down the door in tears.
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Staring at the mirror in front of her, she tilted her head ever so slightly in wonder, why had she let her friend drag her into doing this? Lavender had noticed that she was even more withdrawn than she used to be and had insisted this would make her feel better. But it wouldn't, nothing would make her feel better. Closing her eyes as she lifted her short nails to touch the bruise, which had marked her cheek, bastard. Not finding the strength to open her eyes again they remained shut as a woman with drastically perfect nails started to play with her hair.
To many thoughts revolved around her head now, none of them made any sense. Mudblood. The name stuck in her mind as if it was now her name, he was right. Draco Malfoy, the boy who had hit her had a point. She was nothing special compared to the other girls in the school. All she had was slightly good 'assets' which she hid well with her baggy clothes which made her look like an old woman transported back to being a teenager. No dress sense what so ever. Bookworm. Smart Arse. Nothing special at all. Feeling all her energy drain away from her body she let out a gentle sigh and opened her eyes slowly as she heard a high pitched 'Perfect!'
Careful so the light didn't blind her she looked into the mirror opposite herself in shock, her once brown frizzy hair, which refused to do anything, was now straight and rested on her shoulders flicked out on the edge. The smallest touches seemed to have made her beautiful. Smirking at the thought she lifted her chin into the air. That's what she was, beautiful.