Authors Note: Hey this is now among many of my stories that will most likely not be finished, but if I get enough reviews, I might finish.

Brief Prestory: Harry finally beats Voldemort with much help by Hermione. After Harry uses Hermione for her information, Harry and Ron cast themselves away from Hermione and it makes her incredibly distressed.

Disclaimer: The people in this story belong to J.K. Rowling. The plot I have partially taken from another fan fiction(The Legend Of Guilly Granger), but the plot is almost entirely mine.

Until I figure out how to make things show up in Italics, thoughts will be quoted like so, ~*Why do I feel like this?*~. Then once I learn Italics, thoughts will be in Italics. If in the dialouge, someone emphasizes on a word it will be like this, "Why do you want **me** to do this?" Then when I learn the whole coding thing, it will be in bold. Ok, that's it for boring you. Hope you like it!!!

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" 'Mione!"

" 'Mione, hurry up, or you'll miss your train!" yelled Kathy Granger up the stairs.

Kathy plopped down onto the chair next to the kitchen table, and you could tell something was bugging her. Her bushy brown hair was frizzier than usual, and her blue eyes were dark and unhappy.

"Hurry up, Kitten, We need to get going," shouted Terri Granger from the entrance of the kitchen.

Terri also had the look of some one that was unhappy with something at the present moment. His dark hair was rumpled and his chocolate brown eyes were wide and alert. He looked over at his wife, and she looked back.

"You need to ask her why she is so unhappy, poppit," Terri said to Kathy.

"What should I say though? She loves you more. She hasn't said a word to me since last week, you ask her," Kathy said with much sympathy.

"I would, but I'm no good with girl talk," Terri said as if Kathy should all ready know that.

There was silence for a few minutes, with the exception of the creaking noises coming from Hermione's room.

"What do you reckon is wrong with her?" Kathy asked questioningly.

"I'm not positive, but haven't you noticed that her owl has not left her room once. I have a feeling that she hasn't been talking to her friends," Terri thought.

"Well, if that's the case, I'm very worried, because the other day, when I went to get clothes from her room, there was a blood-soaked dish towel in the hamper," Kathy said with sadness in her voice and fear in her eyes.

"You don't think she's been-"

"Don't think I've been what, father?" said a voice from the stairs.

"Oh, nothing Kitten, just talking about work. Let's get going." Terri said quietly.

Hermione slumped down the stairs and into the light. Kathy gasped.

Hermione, who had been alone the whole summer, had a very different look than the year before. Looking at her you wouldn't know it was Hermione. She had the same Chocolate brown eyes the same skinny figure, besides the fact she filled in nicely. Her hips had gotten bigger, her breasts had grew from a small A cup to a large C cup, her stomach was now existant, and all this change had came within the summer. But none of those features threw off her look. Those were normal things that girls had. But the change had not come in looks, but in attitude. But the attitude effected the way she looked. A lot.

She was wearing baggy, silky, black pants, and they hung by a black belt with chains with mini crosses hanging from them. Her shirt was a tight- fitting belly shirt, that showed off her peirced belly button, and it had the word HEX across the front in big bold letters. The only part besides the belly button that was different about her body was her hair was now sleek and shiny, no longer bushy like her mothers, and it was the a very very dark red, all most black.

"Can I get some help with my trunk, mother?" Hermione asked with a bored tone in her voice.

"Sure, dear. Terri, come get your daughters trunk!" Kathy shouted to her husband.

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"Have a good year Malfoy Junior," said Jasper the Limo driver.

"Thank you Jasper, tell my mother I shall be sending her a letter as soon as I get settled," Draco said to Jasper as Jasper buckled himself into the car.

"Are you sure you can get our trunk to the train without a problem?" Jasper asked automatically.

"No, I will be fine."

Draco pushed through the crowds of people gathering to board the train from platforms nine and ten, to lean against the barrier. "Stupid muggles," Draco muttered to himself. He leaned against the barrier and watched as the muggle world dissolved and Platform Nine And Three Quarters materialized.

As he walked to the train, he could feel hundreds of pairs of eyes on him. He shrugged it off and jumped onto the train to find somewhere to sit.

He walked past many full compartments, then stumbled upon a compartment that held his two best friends. He slid the door open, and was greeted by two pair of angry eyes.

"Hello boys, how was your summers?" Draco said in an unnervingly nice voice as he sat down across from Crabbe.

"You bloody well know our summer was hell. **Your father** led **our fathers** into a death trap," Goyle spoke in an evil isolated tone.

"Well chum, I'm deeply sorry my father was higher up on the Late Dark Lords list. But don't forget, I lost my father, too. Not like I mind having him gone. Nice change at home," Draco said with boredom.

"Well, **we** liked our fathers. Since your father is gone, we have to take revenge on you!"

Crabbe jumped across at Draco, and Goyle was right behind him. Crabbe took Draco and pinned him to the ground and started punching him in the face and Goyle was kicking every inch of Malfoy he could get to.

"~*Draco, think fast. What to d- OW, Blast that hurt. What to do, What to do? I've got it!*~" Draco quickly brought his knee up and it went directly into Crabbe's crotch.

"Bloody hell Malfoy, that's not fair," Crabbe said with tears welling up in his eyes from the pain.

"That's what you get for messing with Draco Malfoy, Now, get out," Draco said, clutching his face where Crabbe punched him.

Crabbe and Goyle scurried away as Draco turned to look at himself in the window.

His hair was disheveled, he had a black eye, and a bruise on the side of his face. "~*Blast, I looked like I raped a fucking rhinoceros.*~"

Draco plopped onto the seat, and gasped. There was a girl standing in the doorway. "~*A very very hott girl. Oh, she must be the new girl.*~"

Then she spoke.

"Bloody hell, what happened to you, Malfoy?"