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"Albus," Professor McGonagall said. "Tomorrow the students return to Hogwarts. It will be their seventh year together. As far I know, the two of them still loathe each other. I highly down the prophecy will come true."
Albus looked kindly at McGonagall and replied, "Matters of the heart can change. As the prophecy said, the two of them will hate each other till their last year together and then their hatred will bring them closer together."
"But Albus!" Professor McGonagall said, looking nervous and worried. "What if it happens? What if the prophecy comes true? He-who-must-not-be- named will be even more powerful!"
Professor Dumbledore patted Minerva's shoulder in a reassuring way and said, "Then we must simply not let it come true."
Wizards and witches anxiously await the date,
When the two strongest students seal their fate.
Even with the hate in their hearts, the two of them will see,
That there is more to each other then there appears to be.
*
"Hermione!" Harry and Ron shouted, rushing towards her. The two of them had their arms wide open but soon realized what they were doing and dropped their arms, blushing. They glanced at each other, not sure of how to greet Hermione until she grabbed them into a tight hug.
"I missed you guys!" Hermione said. "How have you been? Have you finished your homework?" She asked, looking a bit more severe.
"Haha," Ron said wittily, choosing not to answer Hermione's question about the homework. "We've been fine."
Hermione had been unable to join Harry and Ron at the Burrow because her parents had planned a surprise trip to Egypt. Hermione had been pestering them ever since her third year when Ron had visited Egypt. Her parents were happy to oblige after they received an owl announcing that Hermione was the new Head Girl.
The trio walked together to the Great Hall and sat down at the Gryffindor table. Many of their peers turned and waved, excited about finally being the oldest students on campus.
Piles of food appeared on the table and Harry and Ron immediately began eating. They stuffed their faces with food, not once putting down their forks.
"Another year has come!" Dumbledore said, standing up. "It is wonderful to see all of you again! And I am pleased to see you have not last your appetites!" He glanced at Harry and Ron and winked. "As almost everyone knows, the Forbidden Forest is still off limits to all students. Also, seventh year students will be allowed to direct certain activities if they get a teacher's permission. More information on this will be announced later. Now, enough talking, more eating!"
"Oh!" Hermione exclaimed excitedly. "We can start directing activities! Maybe I can get Professor McGonagall's permission for an "Honor House Elves" week!"
Ron and Harry glanced at each other and tried hard not to choke on their food. Hermione sometimes had the weirdest ideas.
"Well," Hermione said, rising slowly from the table. "I have work to do."
"It's our first night back!" Ron said, disgusted at the thought of doing work. "What work could you possibly have?"
"I want to research some things at the library," Hermione replied, trying not to gag at the sight of food oozing out of Ron's mouth. She walked away from the table, her stomach feeling queasy.
"Bloody mental, that one," Ron said, shaking his head and returning to his delicious piece of cherry pie.
*
"Where is it?" Hermione mumbled to herself, searching the shelves desperately for the book. "I doubt anyone checked it out..."
Finally, she found the book she was looking for (Everything You Want to Know About House Elves). Hermione quickly checked it out, anxious to get back to the common room and read it. She exited the library, her nose buried in the book.
"Filthy mudblood!" a steely voice shouted. "I just had these robes washed too! Now they're dirty!"
Because she had not been watching where she was going, Hermione had accidentally bumped into her least favorite person. Malfoy.
"Watch where you're going!" Hermione hissed, even though she was fully aware that knocking into him was her fault.
"Watch where I'm going?!" Malfoy shouted, outraged. "You were the bloody prat you knocked into me!"
"I am Head Girl Malfoy, and I will not tolerate that tone!"
"Too bad for you Granger, because I'm Head Boy and I can use whatever tone I PLEASE!"
The two of them glared at each other, both with looks of utmost hatred. Both of them were forced to hate each other, even though they really did not. Draco found Hermione incredibly sexy, and she thought the same of him. But they would never be allowed to fall in love. It seemed everyone, even Dumbledore, went out of their way to make sure that Hermione and Draco hated each other. They were doing a pretty good job.
"I have to go!" Hermione snapped. She walked away, her bushy hair bouncing up and down.
"Why does she have to be so hot?" Draco muttered, running a hand through his slick, blonde hair.
*
The next morning, Hermione was exhausted. She had been reading late into the night, hoping to finish the book she checked out from the library. But it had all been in vain because all she could think about was a certain person with blonde hair and gray eyes.
"Why aren't you eating anything Hermione?" Ron questioned, munching happily on a glazed donut. "I thought breakfast was 'the most important meal of the day'?"
"I'm not in the mood to eat," Hermione answered.
"Why not?"
"That is none of your business."
"Contrary to what you think, I believe it is."
"Well," Hermione said, heating up. "You're wrong! There is no reason in particular why I am not eating, besides the fact that watching Harry and you eat makes me SICK!"
"Attention!" Professor McGonagall announced. "Would the Head Girl and Head Boy please direct themselves to Professor Dumbledore's office after breakfast."
Hermione immediately rose from the table, seeing no reason in staying any longer. "I'll see you both later," she muttered, feeling a bit stupid about yelling at Ron.
Harry and Ron waved goodbye, not looking up from the assortment of different sweet rolls that had appeared on the table.
Hermione walked to Dumbledore's office and whispered the gargoyle the password. It leapt aside and Hermione climbed the stairs and seated herself, waiting for the others to arrive.
"Ah, Ms. Granger," Dumbledore said smiling. "You are already here! Excellent. Now we must wait for Minerva and Mr. Malfoy."
"Please Professor," Hermione said tentatively. "I was wondering why you chose Malfoy as Head Boy."
"Although you will probably not believe this, Mr. Malfoy does quite well in all of his classes and is one of the few responsible students in his year."
"Professor?" Hermione asked boldly. "What about Harry?"
Professor Dumbledore looked down at Hermione, his blue eyes twinkling. "I think Harry prefers to cause trouble, not to punish those who cause trouble."
Hermione laughed. "You're right."
The two of them turned in their chairs as Draco sulkily entered the room with Professor McGonagall walking briskly behind him. "I found him Albus," Minerva said. "Apparently he had a row with Potter and Weasley..."
"Head Boy and still fighting?" Hermione asked, her eyes flashing.
"At least I'm not afraid of a fight, you stupid mudblood!" Draco retaliated.
"Five points from Slytherin!" Professor McGonagall shouted. "You should be ashamed Malfoy! Ms. Granger is right, the Head Boy should not be fighting AND he should not be calling ANYONE a mudblood. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Professor," Draco mumbled, glaring daggers at Hermione.
"Now," Dumebldore said, looking calmly at Draco and Hermione. "You two will have to put aside your differences and work together this year. The Head Boy and Head Girl need to set examples for younger students which means you two will not be allowed to fight or call one another names."
"Professor!" they both protested, disgusted at the thought of spending time together without calling each other names.
"This discussion is over," Professor Dumbledore said firmly. "You may return to your common rooms."
The two of them exited the office, mad at the bad luck they were having.
"Albus," Minerva said. "Won't making them work together harmoniously bring them closer together."
"I am hoping it will do the exact opposite. Spending so much time together should make them both thoroughly sick of each other."
"Well, I hope you're right Albus."
"So do I Minerva, so do I."
*
"It's all your fault Malfoy!" Hermione shrieked, once she had gotten out of Dumbledore's office. "You're always bothering me so now they're trying to get us to work together!"
"Like I want to work with you mudblood?" Draco sneered. "If we spend too much time together your disgustingness might rub off on me! I mean, you already have been contaminated with Potty and Weasel!"
"Don't you dare insult them!" Hermione shouted, whipping out her wand.
"Going to duel me Granger?"
"Don't make me hurt you."
Draco took a few steps and was right up in Hermione's face. She held her breath, feeling strange. Draco looked at her, wanting nothing more but to kiss her soft lips. But before he could do anything, Hermione slapped him smartly across the face and stalked off.
"I'm going to take a cold shower," Draco said, groaning slightly. Being anywhere near Hermione made him strangely hot.
*
Hermione sank into a comfy chair in the Gryffindor common room, aware of her flushed red face. Lately, being around Malfoy affected her in a very odd way. Hermione didn't know what it was about, but the feeling made her extremely uncomfortable.
"What's up 'Mione?" Ron said, falling into the seat next to him.
"I've got to work together with Malfoy this year," Hermione replied, making a face.
"Wow! I never would have guessed!" Harry said sarcastically. "Why would you guys ever work together? Oh wait – maybe cause you guys are Head Boy and Head Girl!"
"Haha," Hermione said weakly.
"What exactly are you two working on?" Ron asked, mildly interested.
"Don't know yet," Hermione said sighing. "Whatever it is, I hope it involves practicing curses. I think I'm a bit out of touch."
Harry grinned. "Cursing Malfoy would be good practice."
"Not to mention loads of fun!" Ron added.
*
Draco staked out in the hallways, waiting for students to make a mistake so he could dock house points or give hem a detention. But he was having trouble concentrating because of a certain brown-haired beauty.
"Stop!" Draco barked, yelling at a girl to stop running.
The girl immediately stopped. Draco walked over to her and noticed that it was Weasel's sister, Ginny.
"What do you want Malfoy?" Ginny snapped. "I'm running late and I don't have time for pleasantries."
"You know the rules! No running in the halls!"
Ginny didn't say anything, she just waited to see how many points he would take away.
"This is your warning."
Ginny looked up at Draco, surprised. "You aren't taking any points?"
"I said I wasn't going too but maybe I'll reconsider..."
Ginny stuck her tongue out and ran away to her next class.
Draco groaned. "Why did I let her off the hook?"
"Trying to get Ginny in bed Malfoy? Trying to 'charm' her so she falls for you?" Hermione said, casually walking up to Draco.
"I wasn't doing anything like that, mudblood."
"I thought I made it clear," Hermione said sweetly, "Not to call me that."
"Why don't you tell someone who cares?" Draco replied bitterly. His heart was thudding in his chest. Hermione's cheeks were pink and her beautiful hair surrounded her face. She looked gorgeous. What are you thinking?! He thought to himself. This is the filthy mudblood we're talking about!
Hermione started to walk away but Draco grabbed her arm. Hermione shivered. His touch made her feel safe and warm, but she couldn't let him know that!
"Get your hands off me!" she hissed.
"Hermione!"
"Don't call me that," Hermione said, tearing her arm out of his grip. "Ever!"
And with that, she dashed away, leaving behind a confused and disappointed Draco.
A/N: Wow! New Hermione/Draco story! Hard to Get was sort of dying so I decided to start a new story! How do you guys like it? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW! I would greatly appreciate it! This chapter turned out longer than I wanted it to but I sort of got caught up in the story. I've already made some plans for this fanfic, but if you have any ideas, please tell me! And the prophecy at the beginning of the chapter will come to play (somehow) in the story eventually, but more towards the end. Review. Now. You know you want to. For the obsessed fanfic writer? Also! The title is sort of blah...it was a spur of the moment thing. If you have any other titles, tell me!
"Albus," Professor McGonagall said. "Tomorrow the students return to Hogwarts. It will be their seventh year together. As far I know, the two of them still loathe each other. I highly down the prophecy will come true."
Albus looked kindly at McGonagall and replied, "Matters of the heart can change. As the prophecy said, the two of them will hate each other till their last year together and then their hatred will bring them closer together."
"But Albus!" Professor McGonagall said, looking nervous and worried. "What if it happens? What if the prophecy comes true? He-who-must-not-be- named will be even more powerful!"
Professor Dumbledore patted Minerva's shoulder in a reassuring way and said, "Then we must simply not let it come true."
Wizards and witches anxiously await the date,
When the two strongest students seal their fate.
Even with the hate in their hearts, the two of them will see,
That there is more to each other then there appears to be.
*
"Hermione!" Harry and Ron shouted, rushing towards her. The two of them had their arms wide open but soon realized what they were doing and dropped their arms, blushing. They glanced at each other, not sure of how to greet Hermione until she grabbed them into a tight hug.
"I missed you guys!" Hermione said. "How have you been? Have you finished your homework?" She asked, looking a bit more severe.
"Haha," Ron said wittily, choosing not to answer Hermione's question about the homework. "We've been fine."
Hermione had been unable to join Harry and Ron at the Burrow because her parents had planned a surprise trip to Egypt. Hermione had been pestering them ever since her third year when Ron had visited Egypt. Her parents were happy to oblige after they received an owl announcing that Hermione was the new Head Girl.
The trio walked together to the Great Hall and sat down at the Gryffindor table. Many of their peers turned and waved, excited about finally being the oldest students on campus.
Piles of food appeared on the table and Harry and Ron immediately began eating. They stuffed their faces with food, not once putting down their forks.
"Another year has come!" Dumbledore said, standing up. "It is wonderful to see all of you again! And I am pleased to see you have not last your appetites!" He glanced at Harry and Ron and winked. "As almost everyone knows, the Forbidden Forest is still off limits to all students. Also, seventh year students will be allowed to direct certain activities if they get a teacher's permission. More information on this will be announced later. Now, enough talking, more eating!"
"Oh!" Hermione exclaimed excitedly. "We can start directing activities! Maybe I can get Professor McGonagall's permission for an "Honor House Elves" week!"
Ron and Harry glanced at each other and tried hard not to choke on their food. Hermione sometimes had the weirdest ideas.
"Well," Hermione said, rising slowly from the table. "I have work to do."
"It's our first night back!" Ron said, disgusted at the thought of doing work. "What work could you possibly have?"
"I want to research some things at the library," Hermione replied, trying not to gag at the sight of food oozing out of Ron's mouth. She walked away from the table, her stomach feeling queasy.
"Bloody mental, that one," Ron said, shaking his head and returning to his delicious piece of cherry pie.
*
"Where is it?" Hermione mumbled to herself, searching the shelves desperately for the book. "I doubt anyone checked it out..."
Finally, she found the book she was looking for (Everything You Want to Know About House Elves). Hermione quickly checked it out, anxious to get back to the common room and read it. She exited the library, her nose buried in the book.
"Filthy mudblood!" a steely voice shouted. "I just had these robes washed too! Now they're dirty!"
Because she had not been watching where she was going, Hermione had accidentally bumped into her least favorite person. Malfoy.
"Watch where you're going!" Hermione hissed, even though she was fully aware that knocking into him was her fault.
"Watch where I'm going?!" Malfoy shouted, outraged. "You were the bloody prat you knocked into me!"
"I am Head Girl Malfoy, and I will not tolerate that tone!"
"Too bad for you Granger, because I'm Head Boy and I can use whatever tone I PLEASE!"
The two of them glared at each other, both with looks of utmost hatred. Both of them were forced to hate each other, even though they really did not. Draco found Hermione incredibly sexy, and she thought the same of him. But they would never be allowed to fall in love. It seemed everyone, even Dumbledore, went out of their way to make sure that Hermione and Draco hated each other. They were doing a pretty good job.
"I have to go!" Hermione snapped. She walked away, her bushy hair bouncing up and down.
"Why does she have to be so hot?" Draco muttered, running a hand through his slick, blonde hair.
*
The next morning, Hermione was exhausted. She had been reading late into the night, hoping to finish the book she checked out from the library. But it had all been in vain because all she could think about was a certain person with blonde hair and gray eyes.
"Why aren't you eating anything Hermione?" Ron questioned, munching happily on a glazed donut. "I thought breakfast was 'the most important meal of the day'?"
"I'm not in the mood to eat," Hermione answered.
"Why not?"
"That is none of your business."
"Contrary to what you think, I believe it is."
"Well," Hermione said, heating up. "You're wrong! There is no reason in particular why I am not eating, besides the fact that watching Harry and you eat makes me SICK!"
"Attention!" Professor McGonagall announced. "Would the Head Girl and Head Boy please direct themselves to Professor Dumbledore's office after breakfast."
Hermione immediately rose from the table, seeing no reason in staying any longer. "I'll see you both later," she muttered, feeling a bit stupid about yelling at Ron.
Harry and Ron waved goodbye, not looking up from the assortment of different sweet rolls that had appeared on the table.
Hermione walked to Dumbledore's office and whispered the gargoyle the password. It leapt aside and Hermione climbed the stairs and seated herself, waiting for the others to arrive.
"Ah, Ms. Granger," Dumbledore said smiling. "You are already here! Excellent. Now we must wait for Minerva and Mr. Malfoy."
"Please Professor," Hermione said tentatively. "I was wondering why you chose Malfoy as Head Boy."
"Although you will probably not believe this, Mr. Malfoy does quite well in all of his classes and is one of the few responsible students in his year."
"Professor?" Hermione asked boldly. "What about Harry?"
Professor Dumbledore looked down at Hermione, his blue eyes twinkling. "I think Harry prefers to cause trouble, not to punish those who cause trouble."
Hermione laughed. "You're right."
The two of them turned in their chairs as Draco sulkily entered the room with Professor McGonagall walking briskly behind him. "I found him Albus," Minerva said. "Apparently he had a row with Potter and Weasley..."
"Head Boy and still fighting?" Hermione asked, her eyes flashing.
"At least I'm not afraid of a fight, you stupid mudblood!" Draco retaliated.
"Five points from Slytherin!" Professor McGonagall shouted. "You should be ashamed Malfoy! Ms. Granger is right, the Head Boy should not be fighting AND he should not be calling ANYONE a mudblood. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Professor," Draco mumbled, glaring daggers at Hermione.
"Now," Dumebldore said, looking calmly at Draco and Hermione. "You two will have to put aside your differences and work together this year. The Head Boy and Head Girl need to set examples for younger students which means you two will not be allowed to fight or call one another names."
"Professor!" they both protested, disgusted at the thought of spending time together without calling each other names.
"This discussion is over," Professor Dumbledore said firmly. "You may return to your common rooms."
The two of them exited the office, mad at the bad luck they were having.
"Albus," Minerva said. "Won't making them work together harmoniously bring them closer together."
"I am hoping it will do the exact opposite. Spending so much time together should make them both thoroughly sick of each other."
"Well, I hope you're right Albus."
"So do I Minerva, so do I."
*
"It's all your fault Malfoy!" Hermione shrieked, once she had gotten out of Dumbledore's office. "You're always bothering me so now they're trying to get us to work together!"
"Like I want to work with you mudblood?" Draco sneered. "If we spend too much time together your disgustingness might rub off on me! I mean, you already have been contaminated with Potty and Weasel!"
"Don't you dare insult them!" Hermione shouted, whipping out her wand.
"Going to duel me Granger?"
"Don't make me hurt you."
Draco took a few steps and was right up in Hermione's face. She held her breath, feeling strange. Draco looked at her, wanting nothing more but to kiss her soft lips. But before he could do anything, Hermione slapped him smartly across the face and stalked off.
"I'm going to take a cold shower," Draco said, groaning slightly. Being anywhere near Hermione made him strangely hot.
*
Hermione sank into a comfy chair in the Gryffindor common room, aware of her flushed red face. Lately, being around Malfoy affected her in a very odd way. Hermione didn't know what it was about, but the feeling made her extremely uncomfortable.
"What's up 'Mione?" Ron said, falling into the seat next to him.
"I've got to work together with Malfoy this year," Hermione replied, making a face.
"Wow! I never would have guessed!" Harry said sarcastically. "Why would you guys ever work together? Oh wait – maybe cause you guys are Head Boy and Head Girl!"
"Haha," Hermione said weakly.
"What exactly are you two working on?" Ron asked, mildly interested.
"Don't know yet," Hermione said sighing. "Whatever it is, I hope it involves practicing curses. I think I'm a bit out of touch."
Harry grinned. "Cursing Malfoy would be good practice."
"Not to mention loads of fun!" Ron added.
*
Draco staked out in the hallways, waiting for students to make a mistake so he could dock house points or give hem a detention. But he was having trouble concentrating because of a certain brown-haired beauty.
"Stop!" Draco barked, yelling at a girl to stop running.
The girl immediately stopped. Draco walked over to her and noticed that it was Weasel's sister, Ginny.
"What do you want Malfoy?" Ginny snapped. "I'm running late and I don't have time for pleasantries."
"You know the rules! No running in the halls!"
Ginny didn't say anything, she just waited to see how many points he would take away.
"This is your warning."
Ginny looked up at Draco, surprised. "You aren't taking any points?"
"I said I wasn't going too but maybe I'll reconsider..."
Ginny stuck her tongue out and ran away to her next class.
Draco groaned. "Why did I let her off the hook?"
"Trying to get Ginny in bed Malfoy? Trying to 'charm' her so she falls for you?" Hermione said, casually walking up to Draco.
"I wasn't doing anything like that, mudblood."
"I thought I made it clear," Hermione said sweetly, "Not to call me that."
"Why don't you tell someone who cares?" Draco replied bitterly. His heart was thudding in his chest. Hermione's cheeks were pink and her beautiful hair surrounded her face. She looked gorgeous. What are you thinking?! He thought to himself. This is the filthy mudblood we're talking about!
Hermione started to walk away but Draco grabbed her arm. Hermione shivered. His touch made her feel safe and warm, but she couldn't let him know that!
"Get your hands off me!" she hissed.
"Hermione!"
"Don't call me that," Hermione said, tearing her arm out of his grip. "Ever!"
And with that, she dashed away, leaving behind a confused and disappointed Draco.
A/N: Wow! New Hermione/Draco story! Hard to Get was sort of dying so I decided to start a new story! How do you guys like it? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW! I would greatly appreciate it! This chapter turned out longer than I wanted it to but I sort of got caught up in the story. I've already made some plans for this fanfic, but if you have any ideas, please tell me! And the prophecy at the beginning of the chapter will come to play (somehow) in the story eventually, but more towards the end. Review. Now. You know you want to. For the obsessed fanfic writer? Also! The title is sort of blah...it was a spur of the moment thing. If you have any other titles, tell me!
