First Year
"I'm Hermione Granger, and you are?" The boy smirked at her. "I'm Draco, Draco Malfoy." Hermione smiles. "Nice to meet you." *****at the sorting ceremony. "Hermione Granger." McGonagall says. "Good luck." Draco says. Hermione walks up to the stool and sits down. After a few seconds the Sorting Hat yells "Gryffindor" Hermione smiles and looks at Draco. He looks upset. "Draco Malfoy." McGonagall says. He proudly walks up and plops down on the stool. "Sytherin." The hat shouts just before it touches his head. He smiles before frowning and heading to his new family. The new friends were already apart.
Fifth Year
"You will never be my friend again! Your just a pathetic little Gryffindor Mudblood!" Draco shouts at her. A single tear streams down her face. "Fine! I don't even want to be friends with you. Go and play. Death eaters with your little Sytherin friends!" Hermione yells at him. He's taken aback. "Hermione I-I" "NO! SHUT UP! NEVER TALK TO ME AGAIN!" And she runs away. "I'm sorry, Hermione."
Sixth Year
"Hermione can I speak with you?" Draco asks me. "I'm busy at the moment,Malfoy." She tells him. "Please, Mia, talk to me." He pleads. " I don't speak to conceited prats who make very wrong choices." Draco hesitates. "What do you mean?" He asks innocently. "You know perfectly well what I mean Draco." Hermione says. "Never mind that, Hermione I'm- I- i just" "don't. Just don't, Malfoy. I'm sorry but don't." "No.No I get it. I'm sorry." And he leaves. "I'm sorry,Draco."
