Story: Hermione and Draco that aren't really what who we thought they were - they've both been putting on acts for years. Somewhere in-between these acts they manage to find a relationship. Based very loosely on Gainax's Kareshi Kanojyo no Jijyo.
Rating: PG.
Readers: I would really appreciate reviews. To flamers, I would like it if you could leave a constructive critique telling me what you didn't like, and suggestions as to how I could improve it.
Disclaimer: This is a non-profit story. The characters and terms relating to Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling and other associates (Bloomsbury, Raincoast, WB etc.) Kareshi Kanojyo no Jijyo is owned by Gainax.
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His Circumstances
My name is Draco Malfoy. I come from one of the finest names in the wizarding world. The Malfoy family comes from generations of pure-bloods, power, wealth, and high social standings. When my father and mother came together, they were expected to have a powerful marriage; it was the marriage of two of the most powerful and corrupted pureblood families. Powerful as they were, they weren't evil. On the contrary from their other family members, they never hated muggles and wizards who weren't of pure wizarding blood and they weren't into the Dark Arts. My parents might have just run out on the family but it wasn't like that - as much as I honour my mother and father, they have a weakness for wealth and power. Instead, my mother and father simply acted like they were 'supposed to'. They were cold, calculating and seemed to be very into the Dark Arts. My father had to become a Death Eater as well.
When I was born, I was taught to act the same way while I'm outside the house. For years and years, my parents and I have been putting on this façade, even the house elves are trained to along with it. For my family's sake, I decided to become a perfect son. I actually feel sorry for them, and this is what I want to give to them. I study hard to become of the highest mark in my school (I'm the second highest in my class), I'm the Seeker for the Slytherin team, and I act how I should around others. I've even taken up these muggle sports called martial arts, so I could participate in something muggle, and for the fact that it could help me when I need it.
Now, about my relationships. I know that you're probably wondering about the Potter, Weasley, Granger issue. First of all they're Gryffindors. The Malfoy name demands that I be rude to them. The second reason, well, I guess I'm jealous to them.
Weasley is a pureblood that can act any way he wants. He's free to associate with who he wants, he's not restricted to anybody, he's free to say what he wants, and do what he wants.
Granger is a muggle-born witch. The rule of the Malfoy family says to hate. Like I mentioned, my parents never taught to hate people like her, and out of my own free will, I don't hate her. That's all there is to that.
Potter. Everything comes easy to him. He's had the respect of almost all the people of Hogwarts the moment he's stepped foot on the school train. He's a natural at Quidditch, he's smart, and he's a powerful wizard. I knew about how hard it is to conjure a Patronus, and he managed to conjure that huge stag only in his third year? And he managed to do all the tasks in the Tri-Wizard tournament? Everything just comes to him. I have to work for everything. It's frustrating.
I think that's all I have to tell you. Now you can finally find out how this crazy twist of fate happened.
It all started on my summer before my seventh year at Hogwarts. Obviously, being second in my class, I became the Head Boy. The first in class, Hermione Granger was the Head Girl. I found this to be my opportunity to finally be able to make friends with somebody that the Malfoy name restricted. I could finally be a decent person to somebody that wasn't a pureblood.
On the first day of August, I went to relax at a park. And on the way home, Hermione herself was sitting on a bench across from me.
Her Circumstances
Miss Hermione Granger,
I am pleased to announce your position as Head Girl for your final year at Hogwarts. Enclosed, you will find your Head Girl badge as well as your school list. Please keep in mind that as Head Girl, you are to set an example and help your fellow students. I am sure that you are aware of your other duties from your years as Prefect. In addition, you (as the Head Boy) will be Hogwarts' external representatives. You are also to lead the Prefects. Congratulations on your position, and I wish you a happy summer.
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Exciting right? Well it was. At first. That bloody idiot Malfoy has the second highest mark, so he'll be Head Boy. The fact that he shares such a title with me is enough to infuriate me. As you can see, I don't like him much. I don't like him much at all. Let me explain to you why. I'll give a list. Keep in mind, I am only give one example. It does not include the joint insults/actions (Harry, Ron and I), and the insults/actions addressed to others:
First Year:
Went to his train compartment. Asked if he's seen Neville's toad. Malfoy sneers and tells me to bugger off. Pushes me out of compartment, and slams the door. Door hits my nose.
Second Year:
Interrupted Gryffindor's Quidditch practice. Called me a mudblood after I told him the truth of his position as Seeker.
Third Year:
Rubs in the fact that Ron, Harry and I were not speaking to each other. Continues by taunting Hagrid and Buckbeak.
Fourth Year:
"But don't touch my hand, now. I've just washed it you see, don't want a Mudblood sliming it up."
Fifth Year:
Took points from me when he got into the Inquisitorial Squad for being 'a mudblood'.
Sixth Year:
Tripped me on the way out from the library. Laughed at me, and told me that for a mudblood, crawling on the floor was exactly where I belonged.
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Now, if you had a boy doing that to you and more since you were eleven, wouldn't you hate that too? Now, my mother told me that he had an infatuation with me. I'll make it clear right now; that would be worse than him hating me! I hate him, he hates me, and that's it. Nothing else. But with this new event, might as well try to rise to some level of friendship with the boy. I need to cool off. I'm going to the park.
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Twenty minutes here and I feel a lot calmer than before. Let me tell you a bit more about me. I haven't talked about my family yet, have I?
I have a mum and dad who work as dentists for children. They usually come home with bite marks on their fingers, talking about so-and-so who got nervous every time they'd hear the drill or so-and-so who couldn't keep his mouth open. As dentists they're always making sure that we took care of our teeth. No sugar loaded sweets, or excess junk food. That means our gum is sugar free, there's an unusual absence of sweets in the house, our holiday cookies contain the smallest amount of sugar as possible and kids avoid our house on Halloween. It's okay really. I was born in that environment so I'm used to it. I don't like kids so no problems about Halloween. Also, I have two younger sisters. The middle child, Celine is in her second year of high school, and my youngest sister is Rena, and she's in her last year of Elementary. They're both annoying – they just love looking into my wizarding books, steal and play with my wand (luckily nothing happens since they're muggles, otherwise I would probably be expelled from Hogwarts!).
Most people see me as intelligent, kind, courteous, humble, clever, in short, they see me in a very positive light. They should. I act that way. My personality is a lie. In the house, I'm lazy, rude, spoiled, selfish, and impolite. I'll only help out with housework if my parents ask me. So why do I act like that? Simple. I love getting praise.
Ever since I was child, every time someone would say, "Good job," or "Wow, what a great little girl you are," and so on, it made me feel great about myself. I wanted more. I took ballet, gymnastics, volleyball, and soccer and martial arts to help me become more athletic. I took piano to look good in the Fine Arts area. I study and memorize my textbooks to make me smart. When I'm outside, I look different. I dress to look good, my hair is kept neat, away from my face, and of course, I don't have the bushy do I have in school.
A little obsessive? Maybe. It started out small at first, I would say my please and thank you's. As I got older, I craved more, and I got to the level I'm at today. I'm not saying I hate. I love it! I'm getting exactly what I want in my life. Well not exactly perfect, but nobody's life can be perfect.
I think that's enough information for you. I've cooled down from the Malfoy trip, I've reminisced, and now it's time to go home. I have approximately five more weeks of no Malfoy. I'll just deal with the 'friendship' thing later on.
How wrong I was. Right in front of me was Draco 'high-and-mighty' Malfoy himself. Slowly and steadily, my anger was coming back.
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A/N
About the POV's:
I'll be changing chapter POV's. His will be Draco's, while Her is Hermione. I'll probably run into they's or their's, and those will be told either by both of them weaving in and out of his and her, or told in third person.
Hermione's Sisters:
They won't be playing important parts, so don't worry about them being in a relationship with HP characters. They're simply based on the younger sisters at Kare-Kano. To those wondering about their names, the little sister's names were Tsukino and Kano. The names they have are English versions of their names.