A.N.-Okay, so this is my first Dramione fanfic. I apologize if it is bad, but here ya go. Read, Review and Enjoy.
Disclaimer-I don't own anything except for the plot line. It all belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Hermione's POV-
Everybody that she once knew and loved now seemed to be dead, even Ron.
The one person that she never thought would die.
She never thought that Ron, who felt like a brother to her, would leave her.
His piercing screams as Bellatrix hit him with the Killing curse rang in her ears. It haunted her dreams when she slept and killed her inside. A tear ran down her cheek.
She needed to stop crying. All of it was giving her a headache.
She wiped the tears away and continued packing for Hogwarts, now ran by Professor McGonagall.
She was headed back for her seventh year and couldn't wait to go back. She belonged there. The only problem was that Draco Malfoy was going there too.
*Flash forward about 2 weeks*
Hermione had been back for almost a week and she was already ahead in all of her classes. She didn't try to be ahead; she just understood things and liked to read. She wasn't anything special.
Hermione entered her Defense Against the Dark Arts Class for the first time. Gryffindors were with Slytherins and that meant Draco Malfoy.
She went to go stand in the back of the back of the classroom with the other Gryffindors who were waiting for Sir Nick or Nearly Headless Nick, the new D.A.D.A, teacher, to seat then.
Draco's POV-
Draco, the Sex God/Slytherin Prince, walked in to Defense Against the Dark Arts class with Blaise, his good friend.
"This class is going to be bullshit with all of these Gryffindors." Blaise noted unhappily. Draco just shrugged in response.
Nearly Headless Nick started calling out names and pointing to the seat where they were supposed to sit.
"Neville here and Blaise right next to him." He called out. Draco shot him an apologetic look as he walked away and sat down.
"Harry there and Pansy there." Nick said and pointed to two seats right next to each other. Pansy did not look happy as she sat down.
"Draco here," Nick called, "and Hermione there." They both stood dumbfounded at what Nick said.
Draco always kind of like her. The way her eyes looked like chocolate, or the way that her hair was wavy and tame now, instead of bushy and wild. Her pink lips and how she didn't wear makeup to make herself look good. But she was a muggle-born and therefore, forbidden.
The war had changed Draco a lot. He saw how much of a git he had been and now was determined to change his reputation.
He sat down next to Hermione and gave her a sideways glance. She didn't look at him though, she just stared forward.
Hermione's POV-
Hermione used to despise Draco, but ever since she saw him trying to survive in the war, she realized how truly different he was from the Slytherin Sex God or Prince.
She actually liked him, the way his blonde hair ruffled in the wind or how his muscular chest could be seen outlined from his shirt. His grey eyes were mesmerizing to her as if they could see inside her.
Something that Ron could have never made her feel started to surge through her body like a bolt for lightening.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw him looking at her. There was not a hint of hate on his face either. Her heart fluttered.
Hermione's attention was averted when Nearly Headless Nick asked a question about the rebuilding that was being done after the war.
She knew the answer and immediately answered and got Gryffindor five points.
'Some hell of a year this'll be' she thought.
A.N.-Again, sorry if this is bad. Things will start to get going, I just needed to set the scene. Reviews are appreciated. They help motivate me. Constructive Criticism would help with the making of this story too. But please, no hateful reviews.