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.

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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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Her View

Today is the day tat I'll be going to Diagon Alley to get the supplies that I'll need for my new school year at Hogwarts. Just as well, maybe it'll take my off of git – oops, I mean Draco. I'm still in a state of shock, fear and anger... although it's mostly fear. I knew that I still might run into Draco, but then again, it would just be as easy to run away – so many of the Hogwarts students do their school shopping around this time. With that reassuring thought in mind, I set off to Diagon Alley in a run to avoid my sisters from clinging to me all the way there.

"Mum, Dad, I'm off!"

"Alright honey, be safe, call us if you need anything, and don't go snogging young boys!"

"BOYS???!! HERMIONE..."

I didn't bother for my dad to finish his sentence – it's the basic all-guys-want-a-dirty-thing speech that dads give to their daughter. Honestly, you'd think dads would realize it makes their daughter wonder how their dad got their mum. I smiled. I knew my mum just said that last bit to provoke my dad. Sometimes they're such a young couple… they make me want to have something like that too…

His View

What else could be on my mind than Hermione's little show? It shocked me to see perfect, Miss Hermione Granger looking like a total slob and acting in a rather violent matter. I unconsciously rubbed my stomach where there was a small yet very purple bruise.

What in the world was that crazy girl doing?

Then again, she might have just been a little off. I mean, it was quite early in the morning; she might've just gotten up hence her appearance.

She's got quite an interesting choice for pajamas.

Still, it got me realizing something. I've always thought that she acted a bit strange around me, as if she's forcing herself to be around me. I do suspect that it might be for the fact that our history isn't exactly sunshine and daisies… but sometimes I think that there's more to it than that. When I see her with her friends, there's something that I sense around her, I've never been able to put my finger onto it. Nonetheless, it made me think of something… as if on cue she's here at Diagon Alley.

"Hermione!"

Her View

I had just finished my shopping when I heard something I really did not want to hear.

"Hermione!"

Ugh. That voice could only belong to one person. I turned to the direction of the voice and sure enough, there sat Draco on the patio of Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour. I knew all the kids were gathered around the more recent Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. It seemed as if Fred and George invented about a thousand more things since last summer and business was booming. Nonetheless, there went my great escape plan from Draco Malfoy. Nervously I went over to the store and sat down with him.

I just couldn't help myself. I just blurted out, "Listen, Draco, about yesterday…"

"It was early in the morning and I woke you up in your horrible pajamas and horrendous bed head?" He smiled jokingly as he said this.

"Well yes, and they're perfectly comfortable and my hair is not that horrendous!" Thank goodness he made up something so that I wouldn't have to get all nervous. This git is good for something. He smiled and suddenly turned serious.

"Hermione, what was up with that little umbrella attack of yours yesterday?"

I sighed. Then I explained to him the whole deal about thinking he was my sisters. Luckily, he just laughed and complimented our closeness. He asked if I had read the book he lent me, I lied and said yes so that we could have our conversation going through easily. We got into a chat over our upcoming school year.

"Speaking of which Hermione…" Draco, who was carrying his school bags along with his shopping bags pulled out a couple books, sheets of parchment, a small bag and a quill.

"I hadn't manage to finish all of my homework yet, and I rather find History of Magic, Herbology and Astronomy to be quite a bore. Use that quill – it'll let you write in my writing. There's floo powder in the bag, just say Number 98 Chateau Avenue. Since we're allowed to use magic outside of school now, I would suggest you use a levitating charm and fake that carrying the bags, or better yet Apperate."

Draco gave me one of his smiles. "Oh and Hermione, you haven't read the book yet." And with that last statement, Draco Disapperated.

How dare he?! That little insect making me do his little homework, and giving me instructions on getting back home like some little child?! He will SUFFER!

I was silently brooding over the mocha parfait that Mr. Fortescue knew I loved. I was thinking of deliberately making horrible essays when it came to me that I didn't.

Although he made a joke of my appearance, he knows that I'm a slob! Furthermore… making me do his homework… he was faking it all along! He never wanted to be friends! How could I be so gullible? He's probably holding that new bit of information in to gloat to his friends later on. Looks like I've really got to do a good job.

Still seething, I finished my parfait, angrily slammed my payment on the table and Disapparated from Diagon Alley.

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I started on his homework as soon as I got home. I wanted to get this done and over with so I could come over tomorrow and get this whole mess straightened out. All because I thought it would be a good idea to put my act on around Malfoy too. I really screwed up.

At that moment, I finished the last subject, History of Magic. Three feet essay on the outbreak of faeries in the medieval times and their effect on classic and modern muggle faerie tales. It was bad enough doing it once, but to do it again and reword it so it wouldn't seem like I did it?

I transfigured my chair into a stand up training bag. Only this time, it had the image of Draco on it. Yes this is how mad I was.

Celina and Rena's View

We completely forgot about looking at Hermione's new potion ingredients to look at her beating up a training bag with an image of someone they didn't recognize. We watched as she threw punches and kicks with so much power, they thought Hermione was going to come out with a sword and start slashing the thing, or boy-thing to death. Hermione threw a hook kick which hit the neck of the boy knocking the whole bag down.

Her View

I finished taking out my anger, returned the chair to normal and sunk down on the carpet breathing heavily. I looked over at my sisters who were once ogling my new school supplies and speaking loudly… they were too quiet. I turned over to them, who now had evil grins on their faces.

"Lovers spat, dear sister?" Rena started.

"Ooh yes, do tell us and your kind, smarter-without-trying sisters will come to your aid so that you'll soon be snogging Mr. Platinum Blonde." Celine continued. She looked at me in mock concern as if my 'love' problem was the biggest thing in the world.

"LOVER? PLATINUM BLONDE???" Dad had started off again. When it came to boys, it seemed as if he had a hearing of a bat considering he was upstairs and we were talking in normal voices.

"I DO NOT HAVE A BOYFRIEND! I HATE THAT GIT!" I shouted half in anger to the two and half to get my dad sorted out.

"And furthermore," I hissed to my sisters, "Keep in mind that I'm perfectly allowed to do magic outside of schools, and I know enough hexes as I do your secrets."

That only seemed to make them smile more. They knew I loved them and wouldn't hurt them. Still a little angry, I stormed up to my room with Draco's homework, a good screaming to him on my mind.

I set the homework down on my study desk, where a snowy-white owl was resting.

"Hedwig!" I exclaimed as I took the letter.

Hermione,

What a surprise, I've gotten to the Burrow before you! I had manage to get out of the Dursleys' much faster than usual, thank goodness. It actually turned out to be a much better stay, particularly because of the fact that we can do Magic outside of the castle now. Needless to say, my Aunt and Uncle were a lot less in need to talk down to me and Dudley (still as massive as ever) had completely blamed the Dementor incident in the Fifth Year onto him. You better get here soon, I can't wait to hear what's been going on with your summer! Oh here's Ron.

Hermione, get here soon! I can't get some of this bloody homework done. All I have to say is you're one crazy person to be taking NEWT everything! Just kidding… well sort of. In any case, get here soon, cause we'd really like you here. Everyone's doing fine, Fred and George are living in their own flat now, closer to their store. They're really sharing the wealth; they bought us our school supplies, a broomstick for Ginny (a Nimbus!) and a new owl for the family (and Errol for longer trips). And to think Mum didn't want them opening a shop! Anyway, like we said, get here soon!

Harry and Ron

This definitely took my mind off a bit. I really couldn't bring myself to write about what's been happening, and they knew I'd be there soon. Not feeling the need to write back, I sent Hedwig on her way. Smiling, my eyes drifted off to the book Draco lent me.

"Oh and Hermione, you haven't read the book yet."

What had he meant by that? I opened the book and on the back of the cover was his writing. It was definitely his, it was the writing my hand was taking as I wrote with his magic quill.

Hermione,

I just wanted to thank you for being my friend. You've showed me a sort of kindness (and not to mention intelligence) that my other friends have not shown me. You don't seem to judge me for my heritage nor my wealth. At the same time, I feel as if you're hiding something from me.

I really want to figure it out. Although we've only been friends for a very short time, I want to ask you now.

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

Draco

I stared at that last line for what seemed to be forever.

What is going on here?!

A/N Darn, I said I would make this chapter based more on Draco, but I've gotten some plot lines devised in my head, and this turned out to be result. No worries though! Everything will unravel itself in time.

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