AN: This is from a challenge by someone on a different website. It meets all the criteria, or it will after I have all three chapters uploaded.
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In order for my story to truly begin, I must give you some background information. My name is Hermione Granger. I am a seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am also Head Girl.
The Head Boy is none other than Draco Malfoy. He used to be my worst enemy; I despised and loathed him to no end. However, things changed. He is now my boyfriend.
You may be wondering how this happened. I will tell you.
During the summer after our fifth year at Hogwarts, Harry Potter, one of my two best friends, met up with the most evil living creature in the world, again. Harry had been on his way to Ron Weasley's house, my other best friend, when Voldemort found him. The duel they had lasted over two days, and Harry came out the victor. He has yet to tell us all the details of those two dreadful days. The only thing I know is that Voldemort had threatened to take away something very important in Harry's life, that threat had given Harry the strength he needed to finish the job and get rid of Voldemort once and for all.
Anyway, Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy, was convicted of being a Death Eater. He was sentenced to Azkaban for life. Draco's mother, Narcissa, fled the country in fear. Draco now had to live with his only other living relatives, his mother's brother and his wife. To Draco's horror, they lived as Muggles. His uncle, Gary, had been kicked out of the family tree some time ago when he denounced the evil wizard ways that his family had taken into habit. His wife, Betty, was a born Muggle. They had no children, so they thought it would be wonderful to have Draco come live with them.
Of course, Gary and Betty let him continue going to Hogwarts, how could they not? It was right after Christmas break in sixth year that I noticed a change in Draco. He had stopped tormenting the Muggle-borns, including myself.
It was in early January that I overheard him talking to Goyle and Crabbe, his two loyal cronies.
"Why aren't we making fun of Granger and the other mudbloods?" Goyle stupidly asked.
"Because," Draco said, "I spent half the summer with Muggles, and Christmas break with them too. They aren't all that bad, I noticed. This one guy, he's seventeen. He lives next door to my aunt and uncle. He's kind of interesting. He has a dirt bike. He let my ride it, have you even ridden one of those before? They're awesome. It goes from zero to sixty in five seconds."
"What are you talking about?" Crabbe said, obviously horrified at Draco's comment.
"I'm just saying. Muggle-borns aren't all that different from us purebloods," Draco said casually.
I couldn't believe my ears! Was this really Draco Malfoy, hater of all that is not pureblood?
I talked to Harry and Ron that night, trying to figure out what was going on with Draco.
"Maybe it's because his parents left, and he has to live with Muggles, or at least, with people who live as Muggles," Ron said, while shrugging his shoulders.
Harry added, "I think it's because he has finally realized that wizards and Muggles alike are just humans, they are all people. He never really knew any Muggles before. He didn't really take the time here at Hogwarts to become friendly with any Muggle-borns. His first real does of Muggles were his aunt and uncle, and their neighborhood. I'm guessing he got to know some of them, and he recognized that wizards aren't very different from Muggles, except for that whole magic thing, I mean."
"Hmm," I mused, "Maybe you're right. I mean, it is possible for people to change…"
I still thought it was strange, Draco having a sudden revelation about Muggles and all. But I decided to just go with the flow and see how things progressed.
At the end of the sixth year, the most incredible thing happened.
I was walking down the hallway, on my way to the Great Hall for dinner, when Crabbe and Goyle came up behind me. Crabbe grabbed my pack and threw it against the wall. Goyle aimed his wand at me and gave me a glare. I got scared, because my wand was in the pack that was now more than ten feet away from me.
Goyle was inching towards me and Crabbe was saying, "Do it, do it now!"
But then Goyle and Crabbe both looked up, to a spot behind me, and the color drained from their faces. Goyle slowly backed up, and Crabbe just outright ran. I assumed it was a teacher who was behind me. So I turned around, ready to thank them, and my eyes looked into icy blue ones. It was Draco! He had his wand out, pointing straight at Goyle's chest, and an evil look was in his eye. Then he said to Goyle in a stern voice, "Don't even think about it. Now, get out of here!" He yelled the last bit.
Then he looked at me and said softly, "Are you okay, Hermione?"
I didn't know what to say. Not only had he saved me from Goyle, but he also called me Hermione! I stuttered, "I… I'm, I'm okay… Thanks."
"Anytime," he replied curtly. Then he spun on his heel and headed back to the Great Hall.
I didn't know what to do. I picked up my pack and headed toward the Great Hall. I sat down between Ron and Harry and told them what happened.
Ron spit out his pumpkin juice when I told him. Unfortunately, it was onto Harry. I giggled and then did the spell that cleaned up Harry's face. Harry sighed in gratitude and gave Ron a Look. Ron just shrugged sheepishly and grinned.
Other bizarre behavior by Draco was seen throughout the rest of the school year. He helped out three lost Muggle-born second years, he made a Slytherin apologize to a Hufflepuff when he called her a mudblood, he didn't make any snide remarks to Ron all year, and he also congratulated Harry on capturing the snitch which ended the Quidditch Championship Game, which was between Gryffindor and Slytherin. The final score was 210 to 80, Gryffindor.
Over the summer, I got a letter from Draco. It was quite interesting; I almost didn't believe it at first.
It went as follows.
I know that we got off on a wrong start. Well, we were on that wrong start for over six years. But I hope you have noticed that I've changed. I no longer think that purebloods are better than mudbloods Muggle-borns. I hope that we can start anew, and even become friends. I heard through a friend of mine that you are the new Head Girl. I'm the Head Boy, so we will be spending a lot of time together in the future. I want to apologize for everything that I ever did to you in the past. I was immature and a spoiled brat. I hope you can forgive me.
The first time I read it, I didn't know what to think. At first, I was certain it was a prank from Ron, but when asked, he said he had no idea about it, and that he swore it wasn't from him. I also asked Harry. He said that it seemed genuine, and that we had witnessed ourselves how Draco had changed.
I agreed with Harry and wrote Draco back.
The letter went as follows.
I forgive you for all the terrible things you did to me. I hope you can forgive me for my actions in the past as well. I know we were never friends, but I hope that will change, as you have said, we will be spending a lot of time together, being Head Girl and Head Boy. I have noticed a recent change in your behavior. We have been wondering what caused this. I am glad that you've realized you have been immature and a spoiled brat. I'm not going to sugar coat this, and I'm not going to lie either. You have always been very nasty to everyone whom you deemed "beneath you." I am glad to see that it has stopped. I hope that this current path you are on does not lead you to a dead end, and you decide to take the path you had been on before. I am not trying to reproach you, but I must say what is on my mind. If we are to be friends in any way, then you must prove to me that you have changed.
After rereading that letter, before sending it, I realized that I may have been too harsh. But then I figured that he deserved it, and I sent it as is.
hear from him again.
I spent the last week of vacation with the Weasleys and Harry. It was most fun. We went to Diagon Alley the second day I got to the Burrow. I saw Draco in the Quality Quidditch Supplies store. Harry and Ron had dragged me into it, claiming that I just had to see the new broom cleaning kit. I think it was a hint as to what they both wanted for Christmas. I made note of it, then I went over to Draco. Harry and Ron were too absorbed in the kit to notice my absence.
"Hi, Draco," I said softly.
Draco turned around, and I actually saw a smile on his face, not a sneer, not a evil grin, but an actual smile. "Hi, Hermione," he replied.
"How was your summer?" I asked.
"Good. My aunt and uncle took me to the Himalayas for two weeks. I met some Muggles up there. They showed me how to snowboard. It is a lot harder than it looks," Draco said, laughing at the last bit.
"Yeah, my mom used to snowboard as a teenager. She tried teaching me once, when we went on vacation in the mountains. I decided to stick with skiing though," I said, surprised by how easy it was to talk to Draco.
Draco laughed in response and replied, "So how has your summer been going? I see you came in with Harry and Ron. So you're still all friends, huh?"
"Yeah, we are. My summer has been alright, kind of boring, though. I'm staying with the Weasleys and Harry for the rest of vacation," I said.
"That's nice. My aunt's coworker's son is coming to stay with us for a few weeks. His parents are going to Japan on business. His father sell drills or something," Draco said.
My eyes widened. "I'll be right back," I told him. I then walked over to Harry.
"Harry, what are your aunt and uncle doing?" I asked him.
"They're going to Japan for a big business deal. That is one of the reasons why they let me come with Ron. Why?" Harry asked curiously.
"What about Dudley?" I asked.
"He's staying with a coworker of Vernon's," Harry answered.
I nodded my head, and then said, "Draco's aunt."
"What?!" Harry said incredulously.
"Draco was just telling me that his aunt's coworker's son is going to be staying with them for a few weeks, while his parents are going to Japan on business, drill business!" I whispered. I couldn't believe it. What a small world!
"No way!" Ron exclaimed.
I walked back over to Draco then, leaving Harry and Ron in their stupors.
"What is his name? The son's I mean," I asked, trying to sound casual.
"Uh, Dudley. Yeah, Dudley," he replied after a moment's thinking.
"Interesting," I replied, smiling to myself. I could just imagine Draco and Dudley. It would be very interesting to watch them together. Especially if Draco hadn't really changed.
Draco's uncle came in just then and called Draco over to him.
"Well, I have to go. It was nice chatting, Hermione," Draco replied as he walked out of the shop, whistling.
Harry and Ron jogged over to me then. "Why were you talking to Draco?" Ron asked.
I shrugged and replied, "Just because… he's not so bad, you know."
Harry gave Ron a look and they followed me out the door of the store.
The beginning of the year passed by without much incident. It was the middle of October that the next big thing happened.
I was heading towards Potion class when Draco cut me off. "Can I ask you something, Hermione?" he asked softly.
"Of course," I responded.
"Are you going to Hogsmeade this weekend?" he inquired.
This question startled me a bit, but I responded as if it didn't, "Yes, I am. Are you?"
"Yes. I was wondering… would you like to go with me?" Draco looked hopeful.
My mind was reeling, Why is he asking me this? Why does he want to go with me to Hogsmeade? Does he like me? I decided to agree, since I could always hex him if it was a joke, "Sure."
Draco's eyes lit up and he replied eagerly, "Great. I'll meet you in the Three Broomsticks, okay?"
"Alright," I replied as we both entered the Potions classroom, Draco holding the door open for me.
Snape gave him a look of contempt, but then started writing on the board.
"Hermione?" Lavender asked.
Hermione put down her journal that she had been writing in.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Are you almost ready? The ball is going to start in about fifteen minutes!" Lavender said eagerly.
Hermione sighed, "Yes, almost. I just have to finish writing this all down," Hermione said, pointing to her journal and quill.
"It's not like you're going to forget it all! I mean, honestly, Hermione. You got the attention of the two hottest boys at Hogwarts! The first year Ravenclaws won't forget it!" she giggled.
Hermione let herself smile, but then she picked up the quill and started writing again. She said to Lavender, "I'm not writing it down in case I forget what has happened. I'm writing it down because that is what you do with a journal. Plus, I'm going to send this to my mother, so she can know what's been going on."