Chapter 1 : Chapter One
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Last term, that is what my life story would have been subtitled. Now how ever, I don't think I am the brightest witch of my age. I mean, sure I am at the top of the class and am taking way too many classes, but that doesn't mean I can see the obvious right in front of my nose.
I knew something wasn't right, but I just couldn't put my finger on it. I had amazing friends, a great boyfriend (so I thought), and a job guarenteed when I graduated at the end of my seventh year.
Springtime... I just finished my OWL's and was getting ready to go on a summer vacation with my parents, when Ron (my boyfriend) came up to me with a solemn look on his face.
"We need to talk. I am not going to be able to keep up this relationship with you, because I have been cheating on you the whole time. Lavender Brown is who I am in love with, not you. I wanted to tell you sooner, but I really didn't want to hurt you. This was the least hurtful way I could think of..."
Neither of us saw the person behind him come up and smack him across the face and bloody his nose. By the time, I realized what was happening, the person had already grabbed my hand and escorted me away to the Astronomy tower.
He wiped away my tears and spoke soothing words to me. He caressed me and told me not to worry, because it world be alright. I finally had the good sense to look at him to thank him, but it got caught in my throat as I realized who my savior was...DRACO MALFOY
"Wh-Why did you save m-m-me?"
"I know this will sound a little cliche, but I can't tell you. At least not here at school. Potter is already probably going to kill me for punching his best friend, but I couldn't help it. I wanted to save you from all of his lies about not hurting you, because I knew and couldn't tell you for several reasons. One, you wouldn't have believed me. Two, I wasn't for absolute sure. Three, I thought Potter might have caught on to all of Weasle's lies. That is all I can say here though."
"Thank you. If you don't mind I would like to treat you as an equal. We could be friends, but if you don't want to I would understand since I am a mudblood."
"Please don't call yourself that. I know I have called you that, but I hated myself everytime I used it. Truth be told, I only used it as a defence for complimenting you. After you punched me in our third year, I wanted so badly to compliment you for putting me in my place, but I was so scared. I wanted to come back and apologize, but Potter might have been the one to hit me then. I am sorry. I would be glad and proud to call you my friend."
"Great, Since we are going to be friends, can we stop calling each other by our surnames, at least when we aren't around our other friends?"
"Of course, Hermione. Since we are friends, I would be glad to call you Hermione. Eventually in front of your friends and mine as well."
I smiled and said, "Okay, Draco. We should probably go before someone sends out a search party looking for us since you were so gallant out there."
~~ End Flashback~~
I smiled as I remembered that day.
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