Author's note:
Hi, my name is Kat, and this is my first time writing a fanfic. I was inspired by the unusual pairing of Hermione and Draco, because I get why it's so enticing. It's a totally forbidden pairing but for the same reason, it's the most intriguing. And their polar opposite personalities make for great plot opportunities, if you know what I mean ;) Well okay enough stalling, I hope this intro hasn't put you off reading my first attempt at writing!

This didn't start out with a marriage law. No, I was the only person being made to go through this. I thought I had grown, changed, and so many people said that I had. I looked in the mirror; same wild brown hair, same face. The buck teeth had gone, of course. But the girl staring back at me had the same slightly snooty air as ever. Grace, I remembered. In the beginning of the year, after I went on a year-long holiday, I joined Harry back at the Weasleys' and Mrs Weasley took one look at me and her eyes went wide.

"Hermione Granger, my darling, is that really you? You look so very graceful, dear me!" I remember smiling generously and returning her warm hug.

"Gosh, Mione you really have changed!" Harry said, his arm fast around Ginny's shoulders.

"Yes, the wonders a summer in the French Riviera can do for a girl." I smiled. Slogging it out, more like it. I had spent the year there because unbeknownst to many, one of the best healers resided there, and I had persuaded him to teach me. But he wasn't the only reason for being there. I would never admit this to anyone, but I went out of England to escape. From Ron.

"Ah, finally we're all here. Except Ronald of course. But we shan't dwell on that." Mrs Weasley moved on quickly. Everyone knew. Everyone knew that Ron and I were so close, so close to well, being…together. Like Ginny and Harry. But in the end, he left. He chose Lavender and left. And the whole Weasley family was there to comfort me. So to keep what little dignity I still had, I fled to the French Riviera to drown my sorrows in potions. And being a healer. I worked and worked until I went numb in the romance department. Work distracted me, and I found that life without romance wasn't so bad. I gave Mrs Weasley a sympathetic smile. I was all smiles that day, somehow.

But standing in front of the mirror in my modest little room of my modest little apartment, I didn't see the new grace and elegance that I had acquired after being a proper adult for a year, living away and all that. I saw the bushy brown hair. I saw the faint spatter of freckles. My image morphed into one from years ago. But this time, I didn't not give a damn and then go read something. I stood in front of the mirror and called myself what I knew he would call me when I would meet him in just half an hour's time.

"Mudblood."

Okay I hope you liked that, but change of plans, I'm going to write the next chapter and put it up here today too! I'd really appreciate some reviews to point out if everything's okay (or not). And yeah I know Draco isn't up there yet but he will be! Also, I know it's a little (ha) depressing but it will get spunky and stuff really soon okay, don't worry