Stay by my side ( a Draco and Hermione love story)

Summer

HERMIONE POV:
I looked out the window. The flowers were beautiful and the sun was shining bright. I smiled. What a beautiful day. I got up from my bed. I went to the mirror and brushed my brown bushy hair. I wondered what I should wear. I picked out a black blouse and a black skirt and leggings. Then I went to my drawer and took out a bracelet. The colors were red and yellow to represent Gryffindor house. Even though I was smart I didn't get put in Ravenclaw but I was brave too. After the war we defeated Lord Voldemort and lost Fred and some others. Oh how I remember when Fred was dead and George crying. Tears started going through my eyes. It was really sad. I went to the bathroom and put water on my face. I went back to my room and tried thinking of happy moments. If I wasn't in Gryffindor I wouldn't have meet my best friends Ron Weasley and Harry Potter the boy who lived. I went down the stairs hoping no one will notice my eyes red from crying. It smelled really good. It was pancakes. I saw Ron smile at me and stuffed pancakes in his mouth. "Ronald! Eat neatly not like a little kid." I said yelling at him. He stared at me and looked around. "Maybe I'm still a little kid." He said. Everyone laughed expect Molly and I. Molly looked at him with a glare. "Fine I'll stop." He said putting his hands up in the air. Ginny just sat watching. "Kids!!" Yelled Molly. "Hurry up and eat breakfast so we could get our Hogwarts supplies." How could I forget summer was almost over? Well I better start eating.

DRACO POV:
I sat down for breakfast at the table. It was Jam and bread with tea. One of my favorites. Summer was almost over. Hogwarts isn't so bad expect that I'm a death eater. Even though I'm a death eater that pug face Pansy Parkison is still in love with me. How bad I hate her! She's the only one who still hangs out with me even though I'm a death eater. My parents say I should marry her because she's a pure blood and that we hate the potters, granger, and Weasleys. Of course I have to go to school with those filthy people. The nickname I call Hermione is Mudblood. Harry Potter the boy who lived. And those Weasleys, the hand-me-downs and Orange hair and complete with freckles. Thank god my parents don't give me hand-me-downs. What filthy mud bloods they are!