Chapter One:

Authors quick note: Hi guys. Just letting you know that in this story, Harry, Ron, Hermione etc, are all in seventh year, but it's AFTER that big war in J.K. Rowling's seventh book.

Disclaimer: I unfortunately, only own the things you don't recognise. Everything else belongs to the wonderful J. who has the best life ever lol.

Also, yes, I know, the lyrics are TERRIBLE. I'm not a very good song writer or anything, but I did my best. Lol. I did my best to make them up.

I would also like everyone to know, that the band I MADE UP, Profusely Ascending Into The Haze, are based on Secondhand Serenade, if you've heard of him. Yeah so, I've based Paith on Secondhand Serenade.

Hermione was angry. No, wait. She was more than angry. She was furious.

She had managed to get tickets to see Profusely Ascending Into The Haze, and her father, confiscated them.

"You're too young to go to a concert all by yourself, especially to go and see this band!" He had screamed at her.

Profusely Ascending Into The Haze (Also known as Paith; the initials) were Hermione's favourite band of all time.

It comprised of Sam, the hot drummer, Tristan, the hot electric guitarist, Kody, the hoo bass player, and Blaise, the hot acoustic guitar, and vocalist.

All in all, every single one of them was HOT.

And yet, Mr. Granger had done the unthinkable and taken away Hermione's tickets, in this one in a million chance for Hermione to see them live.

Hermione was breathing heavily, staring at a poster on the wall of the four members of Paith.

Tristan, with his surfer style blonde hair that hung around his eyes and his muscular, tall, tanned appearance; Sam, with his curly light brown hair, being shorter than the rest of the members, also pretty muscular; Blaise, with his short black hair, tall and tanned, not to mention muscular; and then Kody, who was taller than Blaise, but the same height as Tristan, with cropped short blonde hair that he spikes into a small mohawk, and very freckled skin.

Hermione was going back to school tomorrow. The last night of her holidays was meant to be FUN, for she WAS going to go see Paith. Until. Her. Bloody. Father. Took. The. Tickets. Off. Her.

"ARGHHHHHHH!" Hermione screamed into her pillow.

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Sam tapped the symbol loudly, the sound echoing around the stadium.

Blaise raised his head from his seated position.

Tristan started playing his electric guitar, going into the song.

Kody joined in with his bass.

The audience went crazy; the band was about to play their hit song, Expressed Memories.

Blaise opened his mouth to sing into the microphone, "Tonight, our memories will be broken, because I cannot express them much longer… We might need to grab a jar, before the expressed memories are shattered… Shattered… Shattered… Shattered into a million pieces! These expressed memories, are being shattered! Catch them before they fall…"

The crowd had their arms in the air, waving them back and forth in one fluid motion.

The cascade of music dawned upon them… For the crowd was loving it.

All except Hermione. Who couldn't bloody make it, because of her bloody father.

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As Profusely Ascending Into The Haze started singing their final song of the night, Hermione Granger was storming downstairs, in search of her father. She found him in the living room.

"DAD! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU TOOK THOSE TICKETS OFF ME!" Hermione bellowed.

"Hermione be quiet!" Mr. Granger said sharply, "I had every right to take them off you, I am your father."

"NO YOU DIDN'T! I BOUGHT THEM WITH MY OWN MONEY THAT I EARNED DURING THE HOLIDAYS FROM THE JOB I GOT!" Hermione raged.

"For goodness sake Hermione!" Mr. Granger said, "I will give you the bloody money back then! Now just go to your room! It's late and you've got school tomorrow!"

Hermione, silently fuming, ran back upstairs and threw herself into her bed, crying.

Not even bothering to change, she accidently fell asleep, fully clothed.

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At half past nine the next morning, Hermione was awoken by her mother.

"Hermione, you need to get up and get ready to go to Platform 9 ¾'s." Mrs. Granger said to Hermione, pulling open the curtains.

Hermione groaned and sat up, realising she was fully clothed.

"Have a quick shower dear, I want to leave here by quarter past ten." Mrs. Granger said again.

Hermione nodded groggily and got out of bed, looking for clothes.

In the end, Hermione chose to impress. She got a pair of denim skinny jeans, a dark pink hoodie, with a black singlet underneath, and a fashionable scarf to wrap around her neck. She also chose black flats to wear.

After a ten minute shower, Hermione put on all her clothes and applied a light layer of make-up.

Hermione smiled at her appearance and did a little bit of last minute packing, before dragging her trunk downstairs, stowing her wand in her jeans pocket, and then had a quick breakfast of toast and eggs.

Hermione did not say a word to her father until they were on the Platform, and Hermione was boarding the train.

"Bye mum! Bye dad." Hermione said, and without a backwards glance, she swept through the many carriages in search of her friends.

"Hey Hermione!" Harry said, pulling her into a hug as soon as Hermione had entered the carriage.

"Hey Harry! Hey Ron!" Hermione replied cheerfully.

"Hey 'Mione!" Ron replied happily.

"So, how was the concert?" Harry wanted to know; he also kind of liked Paith.

Hermione's smile turned into a scowl, "My bloody father took the tickets off me so I couldn't go."

"What?!" Harry yelped, "Why?!"

"He said I was too young to go by myself and that it wasn't an appropriate band for me to go to a concert by myself." Hermione replied through gritted teeth.

"Aw 'Mione I'm sorry." Harry replied, hugging her again.

"Oh well at least I had their CD. I just played their CD when I was meant to be at the concert." Hermione said, shrugging, "Anyway, what did you two do in the holidays?" She said, brightening up.

"Well I was at the Dursley's for half of the holidays, and then I went to The Burrow." Harry said, smiling.

"Yeah and we played Quidditch, went to Diagon Alley, ate food, played more Quidditch, and did I mention eat food? And what's a CD?" Ron laughed.

"Well it sounds like you guys had a fun holiday!" Hermione chuckled, disregarding Ron's question about the CD.

"Yeah it was pretty cool." Ron replied, chuckling with Hermione.

When it was getting dark, the three changed into their robes and waited for the train trip to end.

Not long after that, the train had stopped and Harry, Hermione and Ron were on the Hogsmeade platform, in line to get a carriage up to the school.

The wait was not long, and soon the three were in their carriage, only with their small carry bags and pets; their trunks were being taken up to school without the need of their owners.

Hermione had Crookshanks in her lap, Ron had Pigwidgeon in a small cage next to him, and Harry had Hedwig in a cage, on his lap.

The small ride to the school was cheery.

I'm home! Harry sighed inwardly, smiling to himself.

It was a beautiful night for the first years to cross the lake, they came back dry with smiles plastered on their faces.

After the other students had deposited their carryon bags and pets (If they had them), the students all made their way into the Great Hall and sat in their houses, that is, all except the first years.

Professor McGonagall was talking to the first years, and then she raised her head, took out a scroll of parchment and read out the first name.

"Abeldon, Mallaree!" Was the first name to be called. A nervous looking girl with dead straight, long blonde hair went over to the stool.

The Sorting Hat pondered upon the girl's head, before screaming "Ravenclaw!"

Cheers erupted from the blue table.

"Crue, Nicholas!"

"Gryffindor!"

Cheers from the red and gold table.

"Dezzington, Kerry!"

"Hufflepuff!"

Yes, cheers from the yellow table.

The sorting went on, until the last name "Zerac, Christopher!" got sorted into Slytherin (What do you know? Enormously loud cheers from the green and silver table...).

As soon as food appeared on the table, Ron lunged.

Hermione rolled her eyes at him and grabbed some herself, as did Harry.

After they were all fed and watered, McGonagall stood up.

"As the seventh years might know, not a single person received a letter about who is Head Boy, and who is Head Girl. I would like to tell you know, that the rumours about the Head Boy and Girl having to live together are not true. The reason no-one got a letter is because we wanted to surprise you." McGonagall said in a strained voice, as if she didn't believe surprises ought to exist, "Could Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy please stand! Our new Head Girl and Boy!"

Hermione grinned and stood, and chanced a glance the at Slytherin table. She was amazed to see a grin on Malfoy's face as well, as he stood up and nodded his head.

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Blaise Zabini looked down glumly. How he was hoping to get Head Boy. Cheesy as it is, it was his dream. He warily clapped for Draco Malfoy, and then looked at Hermione. She seemed so proud.

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Harry Potter and Ron Weasley were thinking along the same lines as Zabini.

They had both wanted to be Head Boy as well, and the thought of Draco Malfoy getting it over the two of them... Well they didn't want to think about it.

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