Disclaimer: I AM NOT JK Rowling…get it?

Oh, I changed the rating to M for later chapters…

Anyway, onto the chapter…

Immediately after class, she rushed to the library. He had said something about a prophecy: she would start there.

Hours of research revealed nothing, though she had found an interesting prophecy:

A dragon of the purest blood, with scales shining green and silver, will learn to live his life, and to love, through a witch of the highest status, though low in blood, adorned in red and gold. Sworn enemies, they will have power unknown to the world for centuries, and will be able to rule the world, should they decide to.

Hermione pondered over this prophecy as she started for her rooms. The dragon was most definitely Malfoy: his very name was proof of that. The witch, though…plenty of girls at Hogwarts were Purebloods, but the highest status? The highest status in wizarding society was being a Pureblood, but the prophecy suggested a muggleborn, or a halfblood.

Before she could ponder any further, Hermione felt a hand grab her. She screamed.

A pale while hand clamped over Hermione's still-screaming mouth. Immediately, she recognized the paleness. Only Malfoy stayed inside enough to retain such pallor. She shut up.
"I saw you read the prophecy. What are you going to do about it?" Malfoy's voice was silky soft.

"D-do? What am I supposed to do?" Hermione trembled. She didn't like what she didn't understand, and she definitely didn't understand this. "The prophecy has nothing to do with me. I'm a muggleborn, remember?"

Malfoy smirked. "Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot you didn't know. Your parents don't think it's good to tell you, huh?" He started walking away. "I would do more research if I were you, Granger. Try the royal line of Britain." He called over his shoulder.

"I will," Hermione muttered. She set off towards the library once more

o.O.o

Hermione sat down with a thump, shaking her head. No. No. No. This was NOT possible. There was no way her mother was related to the British king. Or that her parents were next in line for the throne. No. Freaking. Way.

Dazed, Hermione apparated back to her room. Malfoy was sitting on his bed, reading. He jumped when he heard Hermione appear, and looked at her guiltily. She looked at the spine of the book: Caribbean Cruising, one of her books! What the hell was Malfoy doing with one of her books?

Before she could ask, Malfoy interrupted her thoughts. "So, enjoy your visit to the library? Find out much?"

Hermione nodded numbly.

" So NOW do you understand the prophecy? Or are you still clueless?"

Draco could almost see the gears in Hermione's brain turning slowly.

"Never mind, mudblood. I'll save your poor overworked brain the trouble. You're the witch in the prophecy. You're the one that's supposed to 'teach me to live my life, and to love'. Though I highly doubt it. I mean, look at us: we're absolute opposites. I'm devilishly handsome, and you're the bushy-haired know-it-all. I'm charming, you're not. I'm-"

"Opposites attract, ferret boy. Ever heard of magnets?"

Malfoy smirked, and raised an eyebrow. "Are you saying that you're attracted to me?"

Hermione shook her head. "I'm proving you wrong, Malfoy. Is that so hard to believe?"

This was obviously not the answer Malfoy was expecting. He blinked several times. Then he smirked again. "Denial is the first step to acceptance, Granger. Remember that." With that last comment, he walked into the bathroom.

"You better remember it too, Malfoy. You were the one denying the prophecy. Maybe you're learning to accept it?" Hermione called. She winced inwardly. Not the best comeback ever, girl.

His only answer was to start the shower.

Sorry SOOOOO much for the wait!! I was sick for a couple days, and then I was busy. Oh yeah, don't own Caribbean Cruising either, though it's another REALLY good book!!

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