-Love Story- Taylor Swift
"We were both young when I first saw you
I close my eyes
And the flashback starts
I'm standing there
On a balcony in summer air…"
Hermione looked at the picture on the mantel of the manor's foyer. Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Blaise Zabini and herself, Hermione Granger, were caught in a snapshot on the first day in a world without Lord Voldemort. Ah, how much has changed since the first time she met Draco. She couldn't believe that they went from enemies to acquaintances so drastically.
"Bring, bring!" The bells and the horn of Hogwarts' train rain simultaneously as it signals the train's departure.
"Well, darling, you should go now. Write mommy." Narcissa smiled and kissed her 10 year old son's cheeks.
"Mother! Father, please!" Draco jumped passed his mother's infuriating lips and glared at his father.
"Narcissa, stop this now. Draco needs to be shown as a strong Malfoy. Go, Draco. Your mother shall write." Lucius said, driving Narcissa away from her son. Draco nodded and jumped on the train, trying to quickly make it to Blaise and Pansy. Before he could turn into a compartment, he ran into someone.
"Whoa! Watch it, you filthy-" Draco stopped in his tracks when he was met with a pair of wide chocolate eyes. His cheeks were a light pink.
"I-I'm sorry!" The girl with frizzy hair and (now he noticed) buck teeth stammered.
"Who are you?" Draco demanded, shocked that he found this ratty girl even the least bit appealing.
"Oh! Hermione Granger! Pleased to meet you." She shakily held out a hand, nearly dropping her books.
Draco shook it and tried to smile (which in turn became a smirk from lack of smiling in his life). "Draco Malfoy. Granger, hmm? I don't think I've heard that name in the wizarding world. Where are you from? North London?"
"Oh, actually I am not a pureblood…or a half blood. I'm muggle-born, you see. I…" Hermione stopped in her tracks as Draco turned away and stalked off, depressed, angry and muttering "Mudblood" beneath his breath.