hermione Granger, once known as the know-it-all bookworm by everyone, had been made head girl. she was the brightest witch in her year, so everyone expected it. the head boy was second in the year. they were now entering their seventh and final year of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, and they had hoped they could put all this bloodtyped bantar behind them. it had all started second year.

"atleast no one on the gryffindor team had to buy their way in, they got in on pure talent" hermione exclaimed.

"no one asked your opinion, you filthy little mudblood" Malfoy sneered.

end flashback

since then, that seemed to be the only thing he said to her. unless he in insulting her, which he does often. but this year is different. he never really said anything to her anymore because in third year she punched him after threatening him with her wand and broke his nose.

once he saw that once bushy-haired, buck-toothed, know-it-all was now a hot gir-no woman he was glad to have to share a common room with her! over the summer she had gone to paris with her parents, so she didnt go to the burrow  to stay with Ginny, Ron, Harry, fred and George (or gred and forge as they called eachother) and Percy, who had just realized Fudge was wrong all along and was now back to living at home. she had infact tanned, her legs were toned, and she had curves in all the right places. not to mention her hair wasn't frizzy or bushy, but wavy and down to mid back. she was definatley beautiul.

"hello, Mud-" he caught himself mid sentance. "i mean Hermione"

"why are you calling me hermione all of a sudden? what happened to Granger, or Mudblood? and i thought we were going to keep this a secret for as long as possible" malfoy cringed when she said that and wondered why he'd ever called her that.

she was standing face to face with him, or more like face to chest because he was about 6'1" while she was only 5'2". well  5'4" with her heels on. he certainly towered over her still. she was wearing a black demin mini and a pink cami with black knee high boots. Malfoy was looking down at her.

"i can see down your shirt Hermione, and its not a bad view, youve grown up since last year."

" and why may i ask are you looking down my shirt? if you suggesting you like what you see that its too bad for you becau-"

she was cut off by ron coming in and kissing her and Harry and ginny giving her a bone crushing hug.

"harry, cant- breath" she sturggeled to say
"pot head let go of her shes turning purple!"

"oh my god! 'Mione! im soo sorry!" Harry said his face now matching Ron and Ginny's hair.

"its okay harry, looks like quidditch has done well for you two" she said with a smirk.

"looks like everything has done well for you  mione! your hot!" ron seemed to chock out. he was now sitting next too hermione. she got up and sat on his lap and kissed him.

"you aint so bad yourself" hermione smirked again

*god i do love that smirk* draco though to himself

"i can see down you shirt mia, you know thast right?"

"why must everyone say they can see down my shirt? if its some ploy to make me seem shorter than i am, its working"

"who else said that mia?" ginny finally spoke

"well...-" she shot draco a look and then smirked
Gasps could be heard throught the compartment.

"yes it was mal- i mean draco" hermione caught herself

"wait, your caling him draco now?" harry and ron chorused at the same time.

"yes, after all he isn't his fathers son, and im going to be seeing a lot more of him."

"that first part made no sense Mia" ron said with a look of confusion on his face.

"so hermione watcha reading?" harry asked hoping to change the subject.

"its called broken, its about a boy whos parents disown him because they dont like who hes become, and he has no where to go so hes pretty much on the streets until he meets a giorl who his father would litterally kill him for falling for an he realizes that-"
she was cut off by draco saying "blood doesnt matter to him and if you love a person you should just come out and say it... so Hermione Jane Granger... i love you"

everyone looked at him with disbelif in their eyes "but why would you, the slytherin prince, love me, the gryffindor mudblood" she asked playing the part of the gryffindor mudblood for only a few more minutes until she had to tell her friends the truth, after all she couldn't lie to them the whole time. she had too tell them sooner or later, weither she liked it or not, she didn't know how they were going to react to this news, she hoped they would be fine with it, she was wrong.

A/N R&R please!!! i love getting reviews! but be nice, its my first fanfic

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