Prologue: A New School, a New World, a New Life
Hermione cautiously stepped down the grey cement steps. She knew that in less than five seconds, all students, from freshmen to seniors, would rush out of the double glass doors and trample her if she didn't get out of the way. She could just stop time...she still had her Time Turner...But she didn't. No one knew she was a witch other than her old Friends from Hogwarts and one very friendly freshman named Kate Casselo and her family. She was new to DeSales Highschool- she didn't want to blow it.
"Hermione! Over here!" Kate called, in her all-American, girly voice. She pointed to a gold mini-van with a Mickey Mouse antenna topper. "My mom decided to drive us home today!" she added.
"Be there in a...WOAH BABY!" Hermione called back, finishing with a "WOAH BABY" at the end. A very hot guy with silver-blonde hair and silver-grey eyes walked by, talking in a very strong and authentic British accent. He was with some other seniors and some jocks, so she didn't say anything. Of course, she mnew he was another Hogwarts exchange student because of the long thin wooden stick hanging out of his pocket, but she kept telling herself, "It can't be him...what would he be doing at a Catholic highschool?"
"Come on! You don't want to miss 'Grounded for Life' do you?" Kate yelled once more. Snapping out of her thought, Hermione ran across the courtyard, thinking, "It must be my imagination. There couldn't be two Draco Malfoy's, could there? If so, I feel so sorry for the world." And with that final thought, she let out a small giggle, before diving into some good old girl talk with Kate.
NEXT DAY: WALKING FROM HOMEROOM TO ENGLISH LANGUAGE ARTS
Hermione walked dowm the crowded hallway. On her way to the next class, she suddenly felt a pang of dejavoux. Even though the hallways were lined with lockers (and she didn't even understand it; why need lockers when you have the summoning spell?) and not windows, she couldn't help but remember her days at Hogwarts. Tears of sadness came to her eyes, but those tears quickly turned into tears of anger, hate, and fright as she was grabbed by the wrist and pulled into a supply closet she had just walked in front of.
"LET ME GO, you mangy petif-" Hermione, started to say. She was cut off as her mouth was covered by a soft, warm hand.
"Shhh. I won't hurt you. I just had a question for you." The person said. He was behind her, and as she had her mouth covered, all she could do was snort in sarcasm. The person let go of her mouth, but his other arm was still around her waist.
"What the hell do you want?" Hermione asked, anger seeping into her words from her mouth.
"Language, Granger, language. Do you not realize we are in a Catholic school?" The person stepped in front of her to face Hermione from his earlier position of directly behind Hermione's back. Her turned to her, and she gasped with shock. It was him. It was Draco Malfoy. But why would he take her into a closet. Oh god, he's not going to demand a snog session or a shag session, is he? Hermione thought, a wave of anxiety sweeping over her.
"Malfoy," She breathed. "What is it? I'm going to be late for class. It's not like Hogwarts; we don't know hardly any of the teachers and-" Again, Hermione was cut off by Draco.
"Hermione darling. Don't worry. Time is stopped. You didn't think you were the only one with a Time Turner, did you?" Draco asked, "Anyways, I was just wondering if you remember me. Your...khm...language yesterday in the courtyard was...khm...very interesting. What exactly does 'WOAH, BABY,' mean? And I couldn't help but notice you, my sweet." Draco said, very softly. "Now, if you wouldn't mind, I would like to know...where is Harry? And Ron? Hm?"
"Like I'm going to tell you where my two best AUROR friends are. You are the son of a Death Eater, smart one. I don't believe you fall under the description, 'trustworthy.' I will, however tell you that you are stepping on my foot." Stated Hermione, almost in a hiss. "You are a dirty little cockroach. If you were small enough I'd step on you. Like I care. However, I would probably have Harry do it as I wouldn't want pure-blood on my shoes..." she added, with the infamous Malfoy-like smirk.
"I don't want to kill them. I want to apologize to them. And to you. Also, I don't like the sarcasm, Hermione. It really hurts. I've dealt with it for the past, what, 7 years? Or was it 6? Anyways, I can't deal with it any more. My dad, my mum...everyone-it's so...irritating!" Draco said, turning a beet red.
"Why the flushing, Malfoy? I thought the 'Malfoy's will NOT be humiliated'?" Anyways, let's hear it." Hermione said, a little less sharp this time.
"Hermione Anne Granger, I am truly sorry for being such an asshole these past years, and I am begging for your forgiveness. Please forgive me. It's not a trick, nor is it a joke. All I ask is that we can be friends...maybe more..." Draco said, a pleading look on his face. The latter statement was said a little softer, but Hermione could still hear it.
"Draco Severus Malfoy (A/N: Sorry, random name. I just thought it up.) I accept your apology. Well, most of it, that is. We will be friends. JUST FRIENDS. No shagging, no snogging, no intimate thoughts/actions of any kind. IS THAT CLEAR?" Hermione said, the latter statement a little louder than the others.
"Oh, yeah...thank you so much, 'Mione. Now...I'll give you about 5 seconds to get to class and to your seat. Then I'll set time back to normal. OK? I'm so happy we had the chance to talk." Draco said, smiling. Not smirking, truly beaming.
It didn't occur that something very important had fallen out of her bookbag. Something no one but herself and Kate should be reading. Something very private, something that held her most secret thoughts- Her diary. It fell right out of her bookbag and onto the floor. Draco almost slipped on it on his way out the door, but by the time he had picked it up and read the name on the cover, Hermione was out of sight.
A/N: The rest of the story will be in diary form. It will be in Draco's point of view when there is a short description of his feelings, the surroundings, and environment the chapter takes place in. I have read some other diary form-stories, and I must say they appeal to me more than anything. R&R! (DMHG 'ships!)