I'm so sorry it took so long D: I had to do some serious work to bring up grades and I volunteered for a week of being a counselor :) it was so much fun, but no electronics allowed. Okay, soooo I decided to keep writing this story due to the fact of reviews and my friend Eli keeps nagging me lol and I got a couple pointers for the story, which I gladly accept. So here's chapter 2 :) enjoy and tell me what you think! :D

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Hermione awoke to hear rushing around and loud voices coming from downstairs. She looked to the clock to see she had overslept for almost 2 hours. She jumped up and was just about ready to throw everything in her trunk, when she saw it was already packed for her.

She saw a note on the edge of her bed, she grabbed it recognizing Ron's handwriting.

"I'm sorry for hitting you Hermione, I really didn't mean to. I was angry and threw the ball at George, not you. I hope you enjoyed your extra sleep, I already packed for you.

Sorry Again,

Ron"

Hermione smiled slightly.

'That was nice of him, I guess,' she got up to change, packing away her pajamas. She put on a little make up and her favorite vanilla perfume, feeling kind of girly. She chose a tight, somewhat low cut T shirt and her favorite comfy skinny jeans. She threw on her converse after putting some magic sleeker that Ginny had given her for her last birthday, in her hair.

She looked in Ginny's mirror and smiled, she had no idea why she felt like dressing up that day.

Elsewhere in Malfoy's Mansion:

Draco Malfoy woke up with a scowl on his face. He would soon forced onto a train, full of idiotic people, then have to stay at stupid Hogwarts for almost a year. Again.

'And worst of it,' he thought, 'would be seeing her again.'

Draco punched his wall, thinking of her beautiful, sweet eyes. How they looked at him only with disgust and hatred.

"Filthy mudblood... why should I care.." Draco spoke aloud to the silent room. He looked around, so plain, it doesn't even look like a child's room. No pictures of his family, nothing that brings him wonderful memories from the past.

Only blank, cold space. Portraits of his father, mother and he, no real smile in any of them. He sighed. He wasn't wanted here and he knew it. All that mattered to his father was bloodline and power. He would never be allowed to be with her. 'bloody hell he'd probably kill her if he found out..' his heart sank with the thought. He leaned his forehead on his wall, depressingly.

'How could I let myself fall for a filthy, no good fucking mudblood!' he fought back tears at the thought of when he 1st realized his feelings were no longer hatred.

Draco had been walking down to the Great Hall for some early breakfast. He was quite cheerful at the fact his annoying enemies, Potter and the weasel were not going to be there. He walked in to see only 4 or 5 other students at his table. After all it was 6am on a Saturday morning.

He looked across the giant room as he sat, to see none other than an annoying Gryffindor girl,with big brown bushy hair. It was none other than Hermione Granger.

'Filthy mudblood,' he thought. Maybe he should go over and greet her, he thought with a smirk. So he got up and wondered over, she being so engrossed in a book that she didn't even notice his present till he leaned right next to her and whispered in her ear

"Hello, Granger. I'm amazed you haven't read every book in this school yet," she jumped, startled and turned quickly to see his smirking face.

She instantly glared,

"Malfoy. What do you want?"

He showed a face of mock hurt,

"Aw, little mudblood doesn't want to see me?" he had to force back a laugh as her face scowled at him more.

"I'll as you again, what do you want Malfoy?" she asked. He thought about it for a moment for a good comeback but then thought of his low grade in Transfiguration class.

He thought about it for a moment if it was worth asking, knowing her answer before he even asked. He sighed, decided to try anyways.

"I uh.. needed to ask you a question.." she raised her eyebrow at him, waiting. He was silent for a moment, considering what would happen if people found out he was hanging out with Granger.

"Well.. um.. can you..help me with my Transfiguration notes and work?" he asked quickly, avoiding her suspicious look.

"I'd only need around three meetings, just to help me catch up to our classes.." Draco looked away, taken aback that he was opening up at all to this mudblood 'what's wrong with me..'

Hermione looked at him with a blank stair that burned him deeply. 'Would she just answer?'

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I'm sorry it took so long :( I've been so busy . I'll definatly upload the 3rd chapter sooner, please r&r :) lemme know what you think, thanks! See ya next time!