AUTHOR'S NOTE

Dear reader, this is Quaffle and Snitch speaking.

Well, let's start off by saying that we've never written any fanfiction of any kind before. What we're trying to do here is have a little fun with these characters, have them do whatever we want and such, but we also want to try to make a fanfiction with some character development. Perhaps even some psychological depth. We have already thought up all of the story, we try to write the fanfic as a proper story: working towards a climax with growing tension and problems. Don't get us wrong, we're not taking it all THAT serious, not at all, but we're trying to do it right while we're at it.

Let's continue by saying that yes, there's two of us. We are writing this fanfiction together and we take it in turns to each write a chapter. I, Quaffle, have started off with chapter one, and my dear friend Snitch wrote chapter two. And so on... We may be writing it chapter by chapter, but like we just said, the plot was written in advance, which we did together. Therefore we basically already know how and when this story is going to end. We discuss the next chapter before it's written, and after, so that our chapters will add up to a coherent story.

Apart from the fact that Hermione and Draco would never end up together in the real story by J.K. Rowling, we've otherwise tried to make it fit within the actual Harry Potter series. This means that if you allow yourself to bend your mind a little, it could actually have happened this way in the real story (or their love may yet be revealed in book seven ;-) ).

Let me go on by saying that we do not own any of the characters we're using in this story, each and every one of them belongs to J.K. Rowling. It might also be nice to hereby thank her for indulging us in her wonderful stories and inspiring us to write fanfiction. All hail the queen of Potter!

And by the way, you will have to excuse us for the cheesy bits of our fanfiction, it's still fanfiction you know, we're not trying to create sincere literature here. Also, our first language is NOT English, so if we make any stupid mistakes it's either due to a typing error or our incompetence in the English language.

Let me finish by making one or two last comments:

-Read and review please, both positive and other comments are welcome, but please try to give us constructive criticism; don't just tell us it sucks, tell us WHY is sucks so we can take it into consideration.
-Enjoy!

Note from Quaffle: Here goes nothing! The first chapter. What I've tried to do is portray Hermione's and Draco's feelings for each other and how they deal with them. That's basically all, please be kind, it's my first effort!

Chapter one
Set in motion

It was a Saturday morning at Hogwarts school, and breakfast was lavish as always, including eggs, porridge, toast, bacon, and white beans in sauce. Whenever supplies ran out, the bowls and plates would magically refill themselves. In other words, there was plenty to eat, but today Hermione settled for just munching on the same piece of toast for fifteen minutes. She looked oddly spaced out. She was staring into nothingness in stead of flipping through the pages of a big fat book like she usually did.

Racing through her mind were thoughts about another student, fellow first year Draco Malfoy. From the very beginning she had known that he was almost the exact opposite of her. He embodied everything that she was not. Hermione was the responsible type. She always followed the rules, always did her homework, and always struggled to do the right thing. Malfoy on the other hand had already proven himself to be a renowned rule breaker. Whether or not he did is homework, Hermione didn't know, but he definitely never bothered to do the right thing. He didn't seem to care about anyone but himself. Judging by the way he always strode around the hallways with a self satisfied smirk on his face, he felt an enormous sense of superiority, and he sure didn't mind showing it. He often terrorised other students with snide remarks and liked to laugh heartily at other peoples troubles. And Hermione was never overlooked. Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter were sworn enemies, and since Hermione was Harry's friend, she was one of Draco's favourite targets.

Hermione took a sip of her pumpkin juice, trying to focus on something other than Draco. She looked at the big doors to the great hall, praying for her friends to come in and distract her, but it seemed they were sleeping in as usual. So she watched some of the teachers sitting at their table, eating breakfast. This proved to be very boring however, and she glanced once more over to the doors. 'Just my luck.' She thought grumpily, for none other than Draco Malfoy and his goons had just entered the great hall, and thoughts about him immediately resurfaced. They came popping at her from every direction; Draco's shiny blonde hair, Draco's prominent charisma, Draco's piercing eyes, they came to her and broke down her defences stone by stone.

And yet, Hermione's brain told her to disgust this boy. 'He's a Slytherin for gods sake.' She thought. 'We're like water and fire, he's nothing but a dim-witted, ignorant evil snake and I loathe his superior attitude…'

But however different they might have been, she just couldn't stop thinking about him. He intrigued her, his allure ever visible to her.

Suddenly she realised he and his friends, Crabbe and Goyle, were coming her way. She couldn't make herself avert her eyes, and when his met hers, he looked at her with a pitiful expression. "Mind where your looking, you worthless mudblood." He said as he walked by. "I'd hate for your filth to rub off on me."

But Hermione looked into those eyes, and felt something other than disgust coming from him. Her instincts told her that Draco Malfoy was not quite the boy he made out to be. Whenever she looked him in the eye, it was as though she could see someone different hiding in there; someone good, someone attractive.

Hermione's brain and heart completely contradicted each other. Even when he gave her every reason to burst with anger, she always felt a blush creeping up to her cheeks, and her heart would skip a beat. She wouldn't admit it, not even to herself, but secretly, she felt attracted to Draco, more so than she had ever felt attracted to anyone else.

Finally managing to block out the images of him, Hermione took another piece of toast from the breakfast table, got up, and headed for the library to get some homework done.

As Draco walked past Hermione, word came to him naturally. There were many things he could say to a filthy mudblood like Hermione Granger, and he simply said the first thing that came to mind. He ignored the butterfly feeling in his stomach as she looked at him. 'I'm just hungry.' He thought, knowing perfectly well that that had nothing to do with it. It was the blush on her cheeks that did it.

"Did you see the way she looked at me?" He said to Crabbe and Goyle. "Did you see that defying look on her face, as though she was worth as much as I am?" His goons laughed.

This was the way he always reacted when his vigorous belief in his superiority swayed. 'I'm a pureblood, I'm a Slytherin, if she had any sense she'd know to respect me.' He thought angrily.

He had travelled down this path of thought many times before, and knew he was only getting himself worked up. 'Why do I even care?' He thought. And he decided to stop caring. She wasn't worth even his thoughts.

Draco and his buddies sat down at their table and started breakfast. Crabbe and Goyle took much more food than they needed as usual.

"Look, she's leaving, going to the library to study I'll bet." Crabbe said, putting emphasis on the word 'study' in a way that made it sound ridiculous.

'A regular know-it-all.' Draco thought. But she did know more than anybody else he'd ever met. He had to give her that. He remembered seeing her for the very first time, before the sorting ceremony. He remembered how he had thought she looked attractive, and how he had hoped they would both be sorted into Slytherin. But obviously that had not happened. Not only was she not sorted into Slytherin, she just had to be placed in Gryffindor, Slytherin's rivalling house.

It was when he had found out that on top of being a Gryffindor she was a mudblood as well, that he completely gave up on her. In stead of thinking of her with admiration, perhaps even longing, he had started thinking of her with aversion. Hatred.

'If only she hadn't been a Mudblood.' He thought. 'Maybe then she would have been sorted into Slytherin.' Though he knew that was impossible. She was a goodie two shoes. Far too uptight to be a Slytherin. 'But she could have learned. All she would have needed was to spend some time with me, and then she would have come around. She would have made a fine addition to Slytherin, with Crabbe and Goyle around all the time I wouldn't mind having some more brains added to the mix.'

He shoved a some eggs down his throat, followed by a strip of bacon.

'Filthy Gryffindor mudblood..' He thought. 'Just the thought of a noble pureblood like me with a mudblood like her. It's would be a disgrace, I would bring dishonour to my entire family.' All he could do was watch her from a distance, pretending to hate her. He even believed it himself. Everybody knew he loved taunting others, especially Hermione and her little friends. But the real reason he loved taunting hér was quite different from what everyone thought. Whenever he called her names, it was not his arrogance and pride that was surfacing, but his fascination and infatuation. He loved seeing the reactions he got from Hermione when she got mad at him. The way she would look at him, and the cute little sounds of anger that would escape her throat. 'No.' He thought as he found his mind once again lingering on Hermione's cute little ways. He was angry with himself, but took it out on his goons.

"Stop eating you dungheads." He said to Crabbe and Goyle. "It amazes me you haven't grown to the size of Hagrid yet." It was so easy…