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I don't own any of the Characters except for Kimberly Rivers. All of the others are belong to J.K. Rowling. I also own the plot, and that's it.

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This is my second story, Please also read "Changing Identities", though it's not connected with this but please do read…add some reviews too. Thanks Everyone!

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Chapter 1 So Far Away

Draco Malfoy stared at Kimberly Rivers. He admired the beauty of the 6th year Ravenclaw. Despite their one-year age difference, he fell in love with her. Her beautiful smile and sparkling blue eyes captured his breath the minute he laid his eyes on them. Her flowing strawberry blonde hair that fell three inches past her shoulder flowed gently like waves. Her skin was a little tanned. It glowed whenever the sun reflected on it. To sum it all, she was plain perfect.

"Draco! Are you listening?" his best friend, Blaise Zabini snapped his fingers in front of his face. It was the third time that day that he spaced out just looking at Kimberly.

"Damn it Blaise!" he said irritated.

"What? You were almost drooling back there!" he scoffed at him.

Draco rolled his eyes and ate his apple. He turned again to Kimberly but only to see her turning to leave. "Hey!" Blaise shouted at him.

"What?" Draco felt annoyed at how his friend could be in the way.

"Were you even listening? I asked if you plan on going to History of Magic." He said.

"Why wouldn't I, you idiot, Kimmy would be there!" he hissed.

"It's Kimmy now is it?" he smirked.

"Whatever, I'm going now." He gathered his things and headed for the History of Magic classroom.

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Draco caught himself, once again, staring at Kim flipping her hair. She was so perfect for him. She was beautiful, smart, modest, fun to be with and a pureblood, might I add. She was destined to be a Malfoy.

"Mr. Malfoy!" Professor Binns exclaimed.

"Wha-…Yes professor?" he said.

"I asked what people in the medieval times do to witches? Honestly Mr. Malfoy, you should be paying attention more to the lesson than staring at Miss Rivers. She definitely isn't the one giving you grades!"

Draco blushed in shame. He saw Kim turned to him and gave him an angered glare.

'Great, now how can she be a Malfoy when she detests me?'

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"Dude you have issues," Theodore Nott laughed at his friend's stupidity as he plopped himself down the couch at the Head's common room.

Being friends with a Head boy really did have benefits. You get to hang out in their common room and you don't have to mind squealing girls asking for your autograph. It's not that it happened to Nott, but whenever he brought Draco with him, he's completely annoyed at the shrill voices. People knew that he was just jealous of the attention.

"No I don't." Draco retorted, holding three mugs of hot chocolate in his hands. He sat on the couch opposite of them.

"Sure you do! You can hardly say anything nice when you open your mouth! All you do is brag about everything; clearly that's why she's angry with you." Blaise said, taking the hot drink and sipping on it carefully.

Theo wasn't careful though that he sipped too much causing his tongue to burn. He threw his mug that landed on the white chair near the fireplace. Draco's eyes widened.

"Dude, you're done for." Draco said.

"What? What do you mean?" Theo said, fanning his poor tongue.

"That's Granger's chair! She's going to rip your head off! Wait, come to think of it, she's going to rip mine!" Draco said completely panicked.

"That's bogus Draco! We can just clean it with a spell." Blaise said calmly. "Scourgify!" he muttered.

They waited for a moment to happen but nothing came. The white chair remained stained. Blaise and Theo looked bewildered at Draco and raised an eyebrow. "You knew didn't you?" Theo accused.

"She told me one the day before classes started." He said a bit calm.

Suddenly, the three of them hear distant voices coming from outside the portrait.

"I'll see you guys tomorrow." The portrait opened and revealed Granger.

Hermione seeing these people turned curiously at Draco. "McGonagall said no one but us!" she said.

Draco smirked maliciously at her. "Since when do I follow? I believe I'm always the one to order." He said, the fear they felt a while ago was hidden to keep an image. Image was always top priority.

"Whatever Mal-git." She rolled her eyes and continued toward her room when she noticed his companions blocking her chair. She peeked in to see a huge brown stain. She stared accusingly at Malfoy with wands out. "You!" she growled.

Draco's eyes widened and he backed away. "It was Nott!" he pointed at his black haired friend.

"Damn it Malfoy! What did I tell you about that couch!" she went back down from the stairs and the tip of her wand now reached Malfoy's neck. "And you had the courage to bring people too!" she shouted.

"Why are you blaming me Granger? I didn't do it!" his eyes trailed on the wand that was now moving to his face. His perfect face!

"But you are still held responsible!" she said, losing her nerves.

"Look Granger, you can clean it anyways!"

"Yes, but not until this." Sparks started shooting out of her wand and she smiled contentedly.

Malfoy, all along, had his eyes closed. He felt no pain so he opened it and smirked. But he heard gasps from his friends. Their eyes were wide and their faces were red. They were…holding their laughter? He rushed toward the nearest mirror and to his shock his hair was pink! His bloody perfectly blonde hair was now bright hot pink! He turned to face Granger who was chuckling with tears in her eyes.

"Oh you think this is funny do you? You just turned my perfect hair into bright pink!" he shouted.

"Don't worry Malfoy, it'll wear out in an hour or so," she said before turning to go to her room.

"Or so? OR SO? GRANGER YOU GET BACK HERE!" he rushed to yank her arm but the door was already closed.

He heard fits of laughter and he stared darkly at his friends. "What are you two laughing about?" he snapped.

"Now I know why Kim clearly hates you." Blaise piped in.

Draco settled himself angrily on the sofa and muttered angry words he could think of.

"You definitely need help with the attitude." Theo said, plopping himself across him.

"And I think I know who to help you." Blaise said. Draco stared at his friend like he had grown a woman's chest.

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Draco sat at the Great Hall, reminiscing the suggestion of Blaise. It was not that he didn't want to get Kim to like him. It was just that the person needed would agree if he even begged to death, or so he thought.

He glared at the Ravenclaw table to see Kim laughing with her friends. 'Merlin was she so beautiful.' He thought. He groaned in frustration. Never had he, in all of his life, had a hard time getting a woman. All of them were just seemingly falling to his feet. That should be the case, but Kim was different. Besides Granger, she was the only one who doesn't think of him as "hot". That's what made him like her. Not that making her different like Granger would mean that he liked the Head Girl too, at least Kim was still lady-like and not a prissy and bossy know-it-all.

He grumbled to himself as he glanced at his friends across the hall. He couldn't even believe that he had agreed to this humiliation. It was scandalous! Total outrage! It was…working?

He saw Blaise and Theo gave thumbs up to him. He couldn't believe that Blaise's suggestion actually worked! He knew it was the only way to get Kim to like him but to actually get help from…her it was preposterous! And yet, it worked. He took one more glance at her and sighed.

Why couldn't he just do it himself? He was good-looking, had talents, a Quidditch Player hottie…

'A self-proclaimed one.' An inner voice whispered.

It was true though. Who wouldn't think of Draco Malfoy as not hot anyway?

'Kim for one. The Head Girl too.' It piped up.

"Would you shut up?" he said a bit loudly, causing a few glares from his fellow Slytherins.

He glanced at Kim and sighed once more. 'How can someone be near to you and yet so far away?' he thought.

Things were definitely turning in an unexpected way. Consider the face that Draco Malfoy was falling to his knees for a girl. He can't just believe that he couldn't get this girl without asking help. And mind you, never in all of Draco Malfoy's 7 years in Hogwarts had he expected to ask help from Hermione Granger. Never. Not even once. Never even thought of it. Until now.