DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter; all original characters and names belong to J.K. Rowling. The plot is mine, however.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is Draco/Hermione. If you're going to flame me on how I completely ruined the work of J.K. Rowling, or if you're totally against this pairing for whatever reason, I suggest you leave now. This is my first time writing a D/HR fic, so don't expect anything extraordinary.
A kindhearted girl; the bookworm of Gryffindor House.
Bushy brown hair; chocolate brown eyes. Known as 'Mudblood'.
But, did anyone see her immensely angry side?
A malicious boy; the one most feared.
Platinum blonde hair; pale gray eyes. Known as 'Twitchy Little Ferret'.
But, did anyone see his sweet side?
You may think that they would be the last two people ever to fall into the binding spell of love.
You may think that they don't care about one another.
You think. But maybe you're wrong.
Too long now they've been watching each other, whether anyone noticed or not.
As with all love, there are minor – well, somewhat minor complications.
Hermione couldn't stand such antagonistic behavior.
Draco had his problems with blood and whatnot.
She was the low-born and high-minded; he was the high-born and low-minded.
Were a Pureblood and a Mudblood ever compatible?
Well, they were about to change that.