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Chapter 3:

Introduction

Severus Snape, Albus Dumbledore and Minerva Mcgonagall

"How long Severus?" Dumbledore asked quietly, to Snape, in a dimly lit room.

"I am yet to know Headmaster, they have not decided, and unfortunately I think they believe my loyalty is wavering. They trust me more each day" said Snape in a low tone, shaking his head sadly.

"I will do my best to get an answer but, alas, I doubt they will tell me. All I know is that, we don't have much time, we need to be prepared"

"So what do we do?" Mcgonagall hissed at them. "Neither of the two students know just how Serious the situation is. IF this plan, of theirs is going ahead, we do need to be prepared"

All three of them looked at each other.

"Then they must realise" Dumbledore said. "I will start a class, help them control their powers". Snape looked at him in disbelief. "But, headmaster with all respect, the two of them hate each other, the final bond takes the two of them to have a Friendship at least" he said, his voice urgent.

"Severus, Minerva, I am SURE they will be able at the time. I feel they are warming to each other already, I mean, they are making efforts to get along, Miss. Granger anyway"

"But...Albus, you know, the rest of the prophesy! We cannot allow them to become close!" she said, but Dumbledore shook his head sadly.

"I know what the prophesy says minerva! I know what will happen at the end" he said.

"We leave it to fate Minerva, the prophesy WILL happen..and at the end...we will help them..."

Draco and Hermione: heads common room

"So let me get this straight...WE, as in you and me...have to spend 3 hours a week with each other? and that crazy coot Dumbledore? Not to mention spend EXTRA time with each other for practicing?" Draco said bewildered as he sat on the couch lazily gazing off into the distance.

"Yes" Hermione groaned, placing herself on the armchair, running her hands through her hair.

"This is not normal is it? I mean WHY?" he moaned, leaning further into the seat as Hermione nodded her head.

"I Know! Since when have other heads had to do this?" she replied.

"Argghh its so...so demeaning, slanderous -- defamation of character at the very least" said Draco after a long silence thoroughly annoyed at the new prospect. Hermione looked at him strangely, trying not to laugh at his ridiculous comment. He glanced at her and sighed. "I'm losing it" he said as Hermione giggled.

"Yup" she said simply. He was about to reply, when something occurred to him...

"Hang on...are we having a normal conversation?" he asked, and it hit Hermione too.

"Yeah..." she said quietly.

There was a awkward silence in which they stole glances at each other. Just then, Draco spoke.

"I'm having a normal conversation with a mudblood...I AM losing it! This is not...normal!" he said as Hermione crossed her arms and shot him a dirty look.

"And with just one comment...you manage to ruin it!" she said sarkily, as he rubbed his head in frustration.

"You and your stupid prejudices..I take comfort in knowing that one day you will be a nasty deatheater and I will have a decent job in the ministry or something. Maybe an...auror! But that's not the point, the point is, I will be living a decent life, and you will be mindlessly following the 'dark lord'" she said nastily, and was rather surprised when he shot her an odd look.

"I'm not going to be a deatheater! Where on earth did you get that impression!" he asked, bewildered. Hermione was in even more shock.

"What do you mean? Where did I get that impression, everyone in the whole school has that impression!" she gaped.

"Well...why?" he asked, slightly annoyed by this point. And it took Hermione a while to reply.

"B-because you call me m-mudblood! And you do anything 'daddy' says!" she gasped.

He shrugged at her, as if not really bothered,

"That doesn't mean I'll be a deatheater, besides I do NOT do everything my father says (he let the 'daddy' thing slide)"

"Yes you do!" she said pointing her finger at him accusedly

"I do not!" he said almost laughing now. "I hate my father! And I'll never follow a filthy half blood! If I did, I would only do it because I would be planning to overthrow him and become the lord myself" he said inspecting his fingernails.

"Why...Why do you hate your father...?" she asked quietly, almost afraid to ask him. "Because... he abused my mother, possibly one of the only people who cared about me, expects me to follow in his footsteps when I don't want to...makes me do things I don't wish to do. Look Granger, the list is endless" he said with ease, not really noticing he was spilling his secrets to Hermione Granger

How can he be so calm? she thought. I had no idea he felt this way, unless he's bluffing she thought as she gazed over to Draco, where he sat, his hair shimmering slightly as the fire's rays danced apon it. He crossed his arms and yawned loudly, and it was at this moment she noticed he was only in his boxers. She never noticed it before, due to the fact she was so angry at the fact they would be having lessons AND extra time together. As she gazed she realized... he was toned...very toned in fact. To be honest...he was rather good-looking.

Hermione felt herself blush as she mentally scolded herself

He is Draco Malfoy...the slimy annoying...s- she though

"Why are you glaring at me?" said Draco's voice pulled her back to reality. "Or were you staring?" he added thoughtfully.

"I-I was not!" she spluttered at him as he looked at her, trying to figure her out.

"Are you sure Granger?" he asked casually, as he had only been joking when he said it, quite surprised at her outburst.

. "Yes! I- was, was not!" she gushed, as he looked at her amused.

"I'm beginning to think you were! You're a bit too quick to deny it" he said gleefully, laughing.

"Oh for goodness sake" she said, and they were on normal levels again.

She sent one last glare his way, and looked at the windo. There, on the windowsill was a tawny owl, blinking at her. Confused she made her way to the window, and opened it, the rain splattering her face slightly as the bird hopped in.

Curiously, she unfolded the letter, and glanced over it, her eyes becoming wider with each word.

Draco was very interested in what was in the letter, perhaps a little irritated at the fact that he didn't get letters from the ministry in the dead of night. He could tell it was a ministry owl, because of the fact that it had a small golden collar on it's claw.

"What's that Granger?" he asked, attempting to sound offhand about the whole affair.

Her became watery, and she looked at him

"It's...nothing" she whispered hoarsely and stuffed the letter in her pocket, walking into her room and closing it with a thud.

Draco watched her go and felt a feeling he never felt before. Was he feeling sorry for Granger?