Hello everyone! It's
Hermione J Malfoy here! I just wanted to let you guys know that this is
my very first fan fiction I have ever written. I hope you guys love it! I
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while but I promise you will eventually have a full fan fiction. My goal
is to have 50-75 short chapters. Let me know in the comments section
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-Hermione J Malfoy

P. S. This is all written in Hermione's Point of View.

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There is something very
special about me. I am a witch. But i'm not just any witch, I am a
muggle-born witch (that means I was born from a non- magical or
non-wizarding family).

Also i'm not green and I
certainly do not have warts on my face. I look very normal, just like
you do. I have brown eyes and very bushy curly brown hair. I'm a normal
white-tan skin tone. I love to read and i'm super smart. In fact, I am
the brightest witch of my age. But, thats enough about me, and i'm sure
you most likely want to hear more about my relationship with none other
than Draco Malfoy.

The very same kid, who
always had something mean and hurtful to say to me. The same kid who
called me a mudblood (a mean name for a muggle born witch or wizard like
me). The same kid who i punched in the face in my 3rd year at Hogwarts.
But, I am about to tell you how Draco Malfoy and I fell madly in love
and the ups and downs in our relationship. And it all started about 2
years ago (when I was 18) when i got my acceptance letter to return to
Hogwarts for my seventh and final year.

When I was eighteen, I
had been dating Ron Weasley for about 9 months, since we kissed in the
Chamber of Secrets. But everything was about to change. And this is the
story of how it all changed.

July 16th,

Today started off like
normal. I got out off bed around 8 o' clock in the morning. I got
dressed and went down to breakfast. As I was eating my breakfast an owl
flew into my kitchen and landed in the bowl of fruit in the middle of
the table where I was eating. I was used to it though, this was the a
day in the life of any witch or wizard.

It was then that I
realized it wasn't just any owl it was a Hogwarts owl. And as soon as I
realized it, I quickly grabbed the letter out of the owls and it read:

Dear Ms. Granger,

We are
pleased to inform you that you have been accepted back to return your
studies at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for your seventh
and final year. Inclosed you will find all of your necessary textbooks
and materials for your stay.

Also, we are
pleased to say that you have been accepted to be this years head girl.
You will be addressed upon your arrival of the location and password of
your new common room that you will share with our selected head boy.
Congratulations!

Yours Sincerely,

Headmistress Minevra McGonagall

As soon as I finished reading, I gobbled down my breakfast, put my plate in the sink and raced to the garden to find my parents.

"Mom and dad, guess what?" I asked.

"I have been accepted
back to Hogwarts and I'm head girl! Here read it and see for
yourselves." I said and I handed them the letter.

They quickly read though the letter. Until they both ran up and hugged me.

"That's wonderful news" my dad replied.

After that I went back
to my room and started reading. But, I couldn't help but wonder who was
head boy? My guess was it was Harry or Ron but I didn't know for sure.
They might not be returning because they both already have jobs. Was
Ginny going to return? My guess was probably yes. But who would be head
boy if they didn't return? That was the one question I couldn't answer.
To stop my troubles I decided to visit the Burrow. I told my mom where I
was going, grabbed my wand and apparated. But nothing could compare to
what I saw on the couch in the living room I apparated into.