A/N: Before reading, please note that currency, school and characters are all the same as is in the series. None of these are mine, they belong to J.K. Rowling, except for the plotline. Disregard any past history of Harry Potter series. It's basically college...Except with magic. Thanks!


Hermione groaned and rose from her bed, stretching out her arms. Her roommate, Ginevra Weasley, suddenly popped up with her fiery red hair, which, quite frankly, was a grand mess on her head.

"So, did you finally get laid yesterday? That party was quite something, I must say, with so many handsome men too! You should really get out more."

Hermione chuckled and shook her head. "No Gin, I didn't get 'laid' as you so eloquently put it. And I will agree that the party did contain quite a few lookers, and might I assume that Blaise Zabini was your choice of man yesterday, considering the amount of times you gawked at him?"

Ginny blushed. "I do not gawk...I merely admired his assets, and Jesus Christ, his arse in those jeans? Quite the specimen, no?"

Hermione laughed and shrugged on a a white blouse, along with black skinny jeans and and a pair of ankle boots. "Well, if you're so fascinated by his assets, then why don't you go talk to him, hmm?"

Ginny flopped back onto her back and groaned. "Mia, if it was that easy I would. But he is THE Blaise Zabini, only heir to Zabini Industries. It's not like I'm some super model or an heir to some conglomerate business. Hell, I'm not even a stock holder!"

Hermione shook her head at her friend. "Gin, don't be silly. You know that you could be a model if you wanted to be, and besides, money isn't everything."

Ginny turned to her direction and grinned, "Well, you're one to talk, you don't even notice that men stare at you all the time, and you are the heir to Granger & Company, which you basically co-created with your mother three years ago!"

Hermione shook her head at her friend, and replied "As flattered as I am Gin, I know when you want something. Yes, you are on my invite list for the ball, why wouldn't you be? I really must get going now. Be back at five."

She crossed out the door and grabbed her leather jacket, striding out of her living room and into the hallway of her apartment building. Locking the door, she started her way down the elevator to go to the local coffee shop for her morning fix.


Draco Malfoy finished shaving and glanced at his reflection in the mirror. He stepped out of the bathroom, only to find his best mate, Blaise Zabini outside looking extremely annoyed.

"Draco, you've been in there for the past hour, what the fuck were you doing that took that long? Wanking off to fucking Jesus?"

Chuckling, Draco replied, "Well, mate, there's such thing as shaving, yeah? And for the record, I like to shower in the morning."

Zabini groaned. "For the last time, please hurry the fuck up, I need to get to my class on time, otherwise I swear my father's going to throttle me for skipping or being late."

"Or you just want maximum time to ogle at Red from last night. Who just happens to be in your art class."

"Shove off Draco."

Chuckling, Draco dressed himself in a shirt and dress pants, and headed out of his apartment.


"Oh! Hello Hermione! Hot chocolate with a stick of cinammon and a cranberry orange scone, right?" Pandora Lovegood, owner of Pandora's Shoppe and mother to her best friend, Luna.

"Yes please. 12 sickles, right?" She handed the silver coins to Mrs. Lovegood and and took the beverage and scone from her, placing the scone in her bag.

Walking out the shop, she started in the direction of her first class, Defense. Taking out her phone, she scrolled through her notifications, wincing at all the invites and photoshoots that she had yet to respond to.

In her concentration on her phone, she did not notice that she was headed to collide with someone, and slammed into a rock hard body. Slipping on the pavement, she began to fall, only to be held up by two strong arms.