AN: This is my first fanfic ever! Sorry for grammar mistakes because
English is not my first language. And please, suggestions are very welcome.
Disclaimer: Anything you distinguish- J.K. Rowling's wonderful work, plot- mine, :-)
Love Thy Enemy (my title, although, I know it sucks, any suggestions?)
Chapter 1
"Hermione Jane Granger! Get up this instant or you'll miss the train!" Hermione's mum's voice rang throughout the house.
"Hmmm, just five more minutes mum" Hermione lazily mumbled, only half- awake.
"Five more minutes! It's already 8:00, the train leaves at 9:30! And I know you Jane! You take up hours just fixing your rowdy hair!" Her mum frantically said.
"I'm up, I'm up! Sheesh! Hey, that hair problem was a long time ago remember! When my hair was thick and unmanageable! My hair is not bushy now you know!" She grumpily said as she patted her auburn curls. Her hair was now soft, manageable and would form into ringlets. She had also grown up a lot during summer. She now had a curvaceous, perfectly shaped body. She was now 5'4". She also had beautiful cream-colored skin that was blemish-free. In other words, to boys she was now known as a goddess.
"Well, that's the only thing that wakes you up, my 'loud nagging' as you put it"
"Yeah...okay whatever! I'm now going to prepare upstairs. See ya later mum!"
"Okay!". Hermione's mum lazily sighed. 'This year would shake her life. And with the added bonus of being a headgirl, Hermione would be nerve-racked' she thought.
Later, she would tell Hermione about her real heritage, of course she knows she's adopted but she'll tell her what her real parents said. She would also tell her about her responsibilities at Christmas and about her real power.
Hermione cleaned and washed up. She put on a loose black shirt and some black cargo pants. Even though her body was perfect, she disliked showing it off. After daubing some lip gloss, she headed towards her mum's SUV.
"Where are you're things honey?" her mum said with much enthusiasm. She raised a brow at her mum, one of the things she learned about her adoptive mum was that she's not this enthusiastic, ever...unless something's wrong. She shrugged it off.
"Already at the back of the car mum, I levitated it there." Since Voldemort's death-thanks to the Golden Trio, especially to Harry Potter of course- 7th years were now allowed to do magic outside of school.
"Oh, okay! Hop in the car muffin, it's already 8:45!" Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Yes mum"
Tension hung in the air. Hermione could sense her mum looking back and forth between her and the road. She could feel something was not right.
"Ummm, Hermione, I've got to tell you something" her mum nervously said.
Hermione gave her a questioning look. "What mum?"
"You know you're adopted right?" her real parents gave Hermione her name.
"Yes mum." She rolled her eyes for the pointless question. In her mind she was thinking, 'Yeah, so what?' but for being polite reasons, she told her that instead.
"Well, you're real parents showed up, when was it? oh, last January! They told me to tell you that they will see you tomorrow at your Headmaster's office, that you are a pureblood-" At this Hermione was shocked "-and their family name ...let's see, what was it? silver, silmaine ahah! Silvaine! And they also said that you are the only heir to the magical kingdom and that you shall be crowned princess during Christmas break and that you can do wandless magic and that kinds of stuff. Oh lookie! We're here! Bye honey!" Her mum took a deep breath, before putting her things in a cart.
Hermione was too shocked to say something. No, shocked would be an understatement. But she managed to croak a soft "Bye mum" while thinking about what just happened. Whilst going through Platform 9 3/4 , she saw red heads and managed to dodge them before tackling them.
"Hey Harry, Ron,Ginny!" she warmly said as she enveloped the three of them in a tight embrace.
"Hey Mione! Wow, you look good!" Ginny said as Hermione blushed at the comment.
"Thanks Ginny, you look wonderful too!" Hermione said as they giggled.
While the girls were giggling, the boys were rolling their eyes. "Girls" they both muttered.
"Boys" they countered. Then all of a sudden, the four were conquered by fits of laughter. After the laughter subsided, they were already seated in an empty compartment and the boys were talking animatedly about quidditch whilst the girls were talking about beauty and the latest gossip. After a while, Hermione excused herself to go to the heads compartment.
"Bye Mione" The three chorused.
Draco Malfoy groggily woke up. He pushed the curtains of his king-sized four poster bed.
"AARGH! Bloody sun!" he angrily shouted. After a few times of blinking, he got up and washed. He had also grown during the summer. He was now a perfectly-built young man. He got rock-hard abs from a lot of training from Quidditch and had grown over the slicked-back hairstyle. He now lets his silvery-blond hair fall and frame his handsome features. He put on a loose red shirt, blue jeans and some cologne. After exercising-his daily routine- he then bounded downstairs.
"Draco, are you ready?" His father asked. After the fall of Voldemort, Lucius became kinder to his family, he began to act almost civilly now, even though his kind-of evil façade is always on display. Always.
"Yes father" Draco said politely.
"There's something I want to tell you-" he paused for dramatic effect "- you're going to have to be wed at Christmas right? Well, I have found just the perfect person,"
Draco nodded. His father was going to get her a girl. At least she was a pureblood, and his father always chooses the best, so probably she's that beautiful.
"You're going to marry the long-lost-but-now-found princess, I asked hr hand from his father to be betrothed to you and he kindly accepted it-"
"What!!! marry someone I don't know! But father!" he cried.
"No buts. I assure you that you know her for a very long time now, she's a beauty to look at you know. She'll be the perfect wife for you, then you can be a prince and then the king! Many men out there will give anything out there just to be in your position you know!" his father scolded him.
"Yes father, her surname will be Silvaine, right?" came in Draco's grumpy reply.
"You are right there, my boy...come on now, gather your things and apparate to the platform!"
"Yes father" He then gathered his things and apparated to Platform 9 ¾ . Once he was there, he found Crabbe and Goyle, gave them his baggage then sat himself on the squishy chair of the compartment. After a few minutes of mumbling things to himself and dying out of boredom, he went to find the Golden Trio, for their daily dose of Malfoy.
The door to the compartment opened. The two Weasleys and Harry thought it was Hermione so they chorused a "Hi Mione" without looking at the door.
"My, my, the two weasels and potty! Where's the mudblood?" he drawled. At what he said, Ron went very red in the ears because of his anger. The other two strained him from fighting the ferret.
"Ron, stop it! He's just a stupid git!" Ginny Weasley's voice lightly scolded his brother.
"Yeah Ron, it's worthless" came in Harry's unyielding reply. Ron stopped.
"Ooh, so the mudblood isn't here, I assume she's the headgirl? Tough luck! Sorry guys, but I'm off to find the mudblood because taunting her would be as good as heaven!" Draco happily said, His trademark smirk plastered on his face. "Oh and by the way, are any of you Gryffindorks prefects? Well if any of you are, go to the heads compartment for the meeting, maybe after 15 minutes?" Draco wonderfully suggested.
Ron's temper was really high. "I swear if he does anything to Mione, I'll hex him to oblivion!"
"Cool down Ron, Mione can handle herself! She's a tough one remember?" Ginny said soothingly.
"Yeah Ron, cool down!" Harry advised. He was really amazed at how Ginny handled things. 'I really like her' he blushingly thought.
Meanwhile
Draco found Hermione at the Heads compartment-sitting at the window corner. She was mumbling incoherent things to herself.
"Off your trolley, mudblood?" He asked mockingly.
Hermione was startled. 'Oh he's the headboy' she miserably thought. She gave him a whatever-and-don't-ask-or-I'll-kill-you look. Then she got back staring at the window while mumbling incoherent things to herself.
'Must be off her rocker..' he thought with distaste. Why would he care? She was just a mudblood after all. 'Well, for one she's very pretty and she's sexy and...wait! erase that thought! She's a mudblood for Merlin's sake! Why am I thinking of her that way?' At least if she was a Silvaine he would consider her, after all, the long-lost-but-now-found princess will become his wife. He then sat opposite of her and his thoughts drifted to his upcoming wedding.
Knock. Knock, followed by an opening door.
"Miss Si-err, Granger, tomorrow evening at the Headmaster's office! Your parents will be meeting you." Prof. Mcgonagall sternly said.
"Yes Professor" she promptly and politely replied and Mcgonagall went away to call the prefects for the start-of-year meeting.
Suddenly, Hermione felt herself quiver with terror. 'Tomorrow night is my doom' she nervously thought, not noticing the boy staring at her.
'Why would her parents be meeting her? I think she just saw them a while ago' he thought.
"Hey Granger!"
"None. Of. Your. Business." She replied lethally.
"As if that's what I'm asking you! The prefects are here! Meeting is going to start!"
"Oh" Prefects from every house came in and sat themselves comfortably. Then, the meeting started.
"Welcome prefects to another year at Hogwarts. Those who are new prefects-" she eyed Ginny and Blaise Zabini. "-need to hear my speech blah blah blah..."
After the lengthy lecture, the prefects were dismissed, they changed to their robes. Hermione, after pinning her badge, look out the window. 'I'm finally here' she thought as the train pulled up at the Hogsmeade station. Hagrid guided the first years for their boat ride, The old students, guided by the Heads, went to their carriages. After that, there was only one carriage left and two students- Hermione and Draco- so they both grumpily climbed the carriage to take them to Hogwarts.
AN: What did you think, was it nice was it bad? Please R/R! thanks a bunch!
Disclaimer: Anything you distinguish- J.K. Rowling's wonderful work, plot- mine, :-)
Love Thy Enemy (my title, although, I know it sucks, any suggestions?)
Chapter 1
"Hermione Jane Granger! Get up this instant or you'll miss the train!" Hermione's mum's voice rang throughout the house.
"Hmmm, just five more minutes mum" Hermione lazily mumbled, only half- awake.
"Five more minutes! It's already 8:00, the train leaves at 9:30! And I know you Jane! You take up hours just fixing your rowdy hair!" Her mum frantically said.
"I'm up, I'm up! Sheesh! Hey, that hair problem was a long time ago remember! When my hair was thick and unmanageable! My hair is not bushy now you know!" She grumpily said as she patted her auburn curls. Her hair was now soft, manageable and would form into ringlets. She had also grown up a lot during summer. She now had a curvaceous, perfectly shaped body. She was now 5'4". She also had beautiful cream-colored skin that was blemish-free. In other words, to boys she was now known as a goddess.
"Well, that's the only thing that wakes you up, my 'loud nagging' as you put it"
"Yeah...okay whatever! I'm now going to prepare upstairs. See ya later mum!"
"Okay!". Hermione's mum lazily sighed. 'This year would shake her life. And with the added bonus of being a headgirl, Hermione would be nerve-racked' she thought.
Later, she would tell Hermione about her real heritage, of course she knows she's adopted but she'll tell her what her real parents said. She would also tell her about her responsibilities at Christmas and about her real power.
Hermione cleaned and washed up. She put on a loose black shirt and some black cargo pants. Even though her body was perfect, she disliked showing it off. After daubing some lip gloss, she headed towards her mum's SUV.
"Where are you're things honey?" her mum said with much enthusiasm. She raised a brow at her mum, one of the things she learned about her adoptive mum was that she's not this enthusiastic, ever...unless something's wrong. She shrugged it off.
"Already at the back of the car mum, I levitated it there." Since Voldemort's death-thanks to the Golden Trio, especially to Harry Potter of course- 7th years were now allowed to do magic outside of school.
"Oh, okay! Hop in the car muffin, it's already 8:45!" Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Yes mum"
Tension hung in the air. Hermione could sense her mum looking back and forth between her and the road. She could feel something was not right.
"Ummm, Hermione, I've got to tell you something" her mum nervously said.
Hermione gave her a questioning look. "What mum?"
"You know you're adopted right?" her real parents gave Hermione her name.
"Yes mum." She rolled her eyes for the pointless question. In her mind she was thinking, 'Yeah, so what?' but for being polite reasons, she told her that instead.
"Well, you're real parents showed up, when was it? oh, last January! They told me to tell you that they will see you tomorrow at your Headmaster's office, that you are a pureblood-" At this Hermione was shocked "-and their family name ...let's see, what was it? silver, silmaine ahah! Silvaine! And they also said that you are the only heir to the magical kingdom and that you shall be crowned princess during Christmas break and that you can do wandless magic and that kinds of stuff. Oh lookie! We're here! Bye honey!" Her mum took a deep breath, before putting her things in a cart.
Hermione was too shocked to say something. No, shocked would be an understatement. But she managed to croak a soft "Bye mum" while thinking about what just happened. Whilst going through Platform 9 3/4 , she saw red heads and managed to dodge them before tackling them.
"Hey Harry, Ron,Ginny!" she warmly said as she enveloped the three of them in a tight embrace.
"Hey Mione! Wow, you look good!" Ginny said as Hermione blushed at the comment.
"Thanks Ginny, you look wonderful too!" Hermione said as they giggled.
While the girls were giggling, the boys were rolling their eyes. "Girls" they both muttered.
"Boys" they countered. Then all of a sudden, the four were conquered by fits of laughter. After the laughter subsided, they were already seated in an empty compartment and the boys were talking animatedly about quidditch whilst the girls were talking about beauty and the latest gossip. After a while, Hermione excused herself to go to the heads compartment.
"Bye Mione" The three chorused.
Draco Malfoy groggily woke up. He pushed the curtains of his king-sized four poster bed.
"AARGH! Bloody sun!" he angrily shouted. After a few times of blinking, he got up and washed. He had also grown during the summer. He was now a perfectly-built young man. He got rock-hard abs from a lot of training from Quidditch and had grown over the slicked-back hairstyle. He now lets his silvery-blond hair fall and frame his handsome features. He put on a loose red shirt, blue jeans and some cologne. After exercising-his daily routine- he then bounded downstairs.
"Draco, are you ready?" His father asked. After the fall of Voldemort, Lucius became kinder to his family, he began to act almost civilly now, even though his kind-of evil façade is always on display. Always.
"Yes father" Draco said politely.
"There's something I want to tell you-" he paused for dramatic effect "- you're going to have to be wed at Christmas right? Well, I have found just the perfect person,"
Draco nodded. His father was going to get her a girl. At least she was a pureblood, and his father always chooses the best, so probably she's that beautiful.
"You're going to marry the long-lost-but-now-found princess, I asked hr hand from his father to be betrothed to you and he kindly accepted it-"
"What!!! marry someone I don't know! But father!" he cried.
"No buts. I assure you that you know her for a very long time now, she's a beauty to look at you know. She'll be the perfect wife for you, then you can be a prince and then the king! Many men out there will give anything out there just to be in your position you know!" his father scolded him.
"Yes father, her surname will be Silvaine, right?" came in Draco's grumpy reply.
"You are right there, my boy...come on now, gather your things and apparate to the platform!"
"Yes father" He then gathered his things and apparated to Platform 9 ¾ . Once he was there, he found Crabbe and Goyle, gave them his baggage then sat himself on the squishy chair of the compartment. After a few minutes of mumbling things to himself and dying out of boredom, he went to find the Golden Trio, for their daily dose of Malfoy.
The door to the compartment opened. The two Weasleys and Harry thought it was Hermione so they chorused a "Hi Mione" without looking at the door.
"My, my, the two weasels and potty! Where's the mudblood?" he drawled. At what he said, Ron went very red in the ears because of his anger. The other two strained him from fighting the ferret.
"Ron, stop it! He's just a stupid git!" Ginny Weasley's voice lightly scolded his brother.
"Yeah Ron, it's worthless" came in Harry's unyielding reply. Ron stopped.
"Ooh, so the mudblood isn't here, I assume she's the headgirl? Tough luck! Sorry guys, but I'm off to find the mudblood because taunting her would be as good as heaven!" Draco happily said, His trademark smirk plastered on his face. "Oh and by the way, are any of you Gryffindorks prefects? Well if any of you are, go to the heads compartment for the meeting, maybe after 15 minutes?" Draco wonderfully suggested.
Ron's temper was really high. "I swear if he does anything to Mione, I'll hex him to oblivion!"
"Cool down Ron, Mione can handle herself! She's a tough one remember?" Ginny said soothingly.
"Yeah Ron, cool down!" Harry advised. He was really amazed at how Ginny handled things. 'I really like her' he blushingly thought.
Meanwhile
Draco found Hermione at the Heads compartment-sitting at the window corner. She was mumbling incoherent things to herself.
"Off your trolley, mudblood?" He asked mockingly.
Hermione was startled. 'Oh he's the headboy' she miserably thought. She gave him a whatever-and-don't-ask-or-I'll-kill-you look. Then she got back staring at the window while mumbling incoherent things to herself.
'Must be off her rocker..' he thought with distaste. Why would he care? She was just a mudblood after all. 'Well, for one she's very pretty and she's sexy and...wait! erase that thought! She's a mudblood for Merlin's sake! Why am I thinking of her that way?' At least if she was a Silvaine he would consider her, after all, the long-lost-but-now-found princess will become his wife. He then sat opposite of her and his thoughts drifted to his upcoming wedding.
Knock. Knock, followed by an opening door.
"Miss Si-err, Granger, tomorrow evening at the Headmaster's office! Your parents will be meeting you." Prof. Mcgonagall sternly said.
"Yes Professor" she promptly and politely replied and Mcgonagall went away to call the prefects for the start-of-year meeting.
Suddenly, Hermione felt herself quiver with terror. 'Tomorrow night is my doom' she nervously thought, not noticing the boy staring at her.
'Why would her parents be meeting her? I think she just saw them a while ago' he thought.
"Hey Granger!"
"None. Of. Your. Business." She replied lethally.
"As if that's what I'm asking you! The prefects are here! Meeting is going to start!"
"Oh" Prefects from every house came in and sat themselves comfortably. Then, the meeting started.
"Welcome prefects to another year at Hogwarts. Those who are new prefects-" she eyed Ginny and Blaise Zabini. "-need to hear my speech blah blah blah..."
After the lengthy lecture, the prefects were dismissed, they changed to their robes. Hermione, after pinning her badge, look out the window. 'I'm finally here' she thought as the train pulled up at the Hogsmeade station. Hagrid guided the first years for their boat ride, The old students, guided by the Heads, went to their carriages. After that, there was only one carriage left and two students- Hermione and Draco- so they both grumpily climbed the carriage to take them to Hogwarts.
AN: What did you think, was it nice was it bad? Please R/R! thanks a bunch!