A.N: this is my first fanfiction. I know that it seems kinda "been there done that" and thats exactly what i said when i started writing, but trust me, it gets very "oh bloody hell" later on. It gets quite interesting. Ill be updating soon okay.

DISCLAIMER: I'm not as smart as the amazing JK Rowling, so i don't own Harry Potter, she does.

Hermione lay down quietly in her bed. She couldn't help but wonder how her world would start changing. Things would be worlds different now.

Changes of Worlds

She couldn't tell what it was, but as she gazed upward towards her ceiling, she could feel that this, her seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, would be different. A few days before, her letter had arrived from the school with an all too expected surprise that was only the beginning of the changes she could tell was happening.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL

of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Dear Ms. Granger,

We are pleased to welcome you back to your seventh year at Hogwarts. We are also pleased to inform you that your hard work and dedication towards your studies has proven repeatedly that you are perfect for the position of Head Girl during this term. We sincerely hope that you would uphold the position and serve as an example to the students of the entire school.

You are to report to my office immediately following the feast and sorting ceremony.

Yours Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Headmistress

A small badge fell out of the envelope. The Hogwarts crest was upon it, along with the words "Head Girl". Through all of her major accomplishments, Hermione had never felt as proud as she did now, with the honor of being the Head Girl. Of course, no one else doubted that in her seventh year, she would be Head Girl. Who else would it be? Most certainly not that airheaded bint Pansy Parkinson. She had to chuckle at the thought of Parkinson being head girl.

Going through the rest of her mail, she saw that her closest friends, Harry Potter, yes, THE Harry Potter, and Ronald Weasley, had sent her a letter:

Hermione,

I can't believe we haven't been in touch all summer. How's it been? Well at any rate, Rom here has been bugging to write you, so we decided what better time to do it than now, near the end of summer, it's just like him to not be able to wait for you. By the way, we can't wait for you to come spend the final week of summer holidays with us at the Burrow. We know you'll have lots to tell us about your vacation, and although Ron knows nothing about the Muggle world, between you and I, I'm sure we can communicate enough to him.

Can't wait to see you,

Harry and Ron

Hermione couldn't help but smile at the letter. So they haven't forgotten about me. Of course they hadn't. They were her best friends after all. Noticing that Hedwig, Harry's owl, was still there she quickly sprawled a note to them.

Harry and Ron,

My summer's been great! I'll tell you all about it as soon as I arrive. What I really want to know is what sort of mischief you two have been up to, hmm… Everyone knows that you two together equals nothing but trouble! Also, please tell Ginny that I've said hi. I can't wait to see her, because I know both of want to hear nothing of my incessant girl-talk ramblings. Well, I'll be seeing you, tomorrow. I do think it's quite odd that of all times to write me a letter and tell me you can't wait, it would be the day before I'm to arrive. Well, see you tomorrow. I love you both, and Ginny too.

Hermione

Hermione's thought of the days previous to her arrival at the Burrow were interrupted by a loud banging on the door.

"'Mione? You up?" That was most definitely Ron.

"Well if she wasn't up before, she probably is now" and that was Harry.

"Oh, right. 'Mione," he whispered.

"No need to whisper Ron, I'm up." Hermione said, opening the door. She used to hate that they gave her that ridiculous nickname, but she gave up fighting it during fourth year. There was no use anyway, Harry and Ron were an unstoppable force of annoying sometimes. Annoying, yet she loved them. They were like the brothers she'd never had, they'd always been there.

The past few days had been nothing but storytelling of the summer holidays and excitement for the return to school. Hermione couldn't exactly tell them everything that had happened throughout the holiday, because some things you just can't tell people without them looking at you differently…

The park was empty, as were all muggle parks around midnight. Hermione should have been home hours ago, but she was just too engulfed in the gorgeous man sitting in the grass beside her. It had been nothing serious, just a little kissing and hugging, maybe a little hand holding, but that's it.

"I have something I want to tell you, Hermione" Demitri said absently as he stared up at the stars, gazing at the universe, but paying attention to nothing in particular. After what seemed like hours, he still hadn't said anything else. Hermione lightly placed her hand on his.

"What is it?"

"I…I'm in love with you, Hermione" he whispered softly. He looked ashamed, almost. Like he had known he wasn't allowed to love her, but he did anyway.

"Dimitri, I…I can't. You can't love me, and I can't love you. This was supposed to just be a short, fun, summer thing."

"Baby, I know. But I'm not sorry. Everything about you, I just want to," he ran his hand up her arm as he stared into her eyes, leaned in and kissed her.

Hermione hadn't been expecting this. She had known tonight would be their last night together, and she didn't want it to be awkward, but she didn't even imagine that this would happen. So, she did the only logical thing her mind could think of at the moment, she kissed him back.

It was a deep passionate kiss, one unlike any she had ever shared with him, with anyone. She was completely engulfed in it, she didn't want it to stop, but she knew it needed to. As the minutes passed, their kissing got more passionate, more personal. Dimitri's hand had traveled to the hem of her shirt, lifting it slowly and softly, getting it completely off of her in long minutes, careful not to truly break the flow of their passion. His hands moved to her back, where his fingers played against the clasp of her bra. Only then did she truly realize what was happening.

"Dimitri stop." She said between their kisses. She didn't believe she wanted him to, but she knew that if she continued with him this way, she might not have another chance to stop him. "Stop" she repeated.

"Baby, please. I love you." He whispered into her ear. The heat of his breath on her skin intoxicated her, and she let him continue, not quiet acknowledging that he was continuing, but also not feeling the need to stop him.

As she was pulled further and further into the ecstasy that was Dimitri, he was undoing her summer shorts and pulling them down her long, perfect legs. Before she knew it her knickers were also off and he was ready to be one with her.

"Please, stop." Hermione almost begged, regaining her senses. "We can't do this" she tried to push him off of her, but it was no use. He was too big, too built. What had she gotten herself into?

"Listen, Hermione. This is how I feel about you. I love you. You know you feel the same about me, you want to love me. We may not see each other after this, and I don't want to leave you with nothing. I love you." And with that he took her, in deed leaving her with nothing but the memory of how she was taken implanted into her mind for the rest of her life.

XXX

She had woken up cold, alone, and naked. Her clothes were strewn around her, her hair was a mess, and she was dirty. As she went to gather her clothes, she found a note from Dimitri.

Hermione,

Last night was amazing. I loved it, I loved you, but we can't be together anymore. I hope I left you with something you'll always remember, because I'm gone.

Dimitri

He did leave her with something. Something she would never forget. She was no longer Hermione Granger, the brightest witch of her day. She was now Hermione Granger, incredibly stupid, used, and disposable. She couldn't tell anyone, ever. But everyone had secrets right?

XXX

Platform 9 ¾. For the past six years, this is where it all started. Right here, on Platform 9 ¾. Harry, Ron, and Hermione, along with Ron's little sister Ginny, said their goodbyes to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, just as all the other students were, before boarding the train and searching for a compartment. Ginny headed off to be with her other friends, Merlin knows she wouldn't want to spend the entire ride with Ron, although she might have wanted to spend it with Harry.

"'Mione, don't the Head Girl and Boy have their own compartment?" Harry asked as they settled into one of the only empty compartments in the back of the train. She had forgotten all about that compartment. Not only that, but she'd also forgotten her curiosity about who the Head Boy could be. There we so many smart, accomplished blokes in the school.

Hermione picked up her little bag, with nothing other than books and her wand in them, and started to leave the compartment.

"We can come with you" Ron pitched in as she closed the door.

She simply nodded her head and began down the hall. Walking towards the front of the train, she couldn't help but attempt to narrow down the list of possible head boys. Of course in narrowing down that list, she'd completely overlooked one person.

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He watched quietly as the students passed by his compartment, completely unaware that he was in there. This could be a good thing, he thought to him self, as long as SOMEBODY doesn't come looking for me. Being Head Boy did have its perks, even more perks than he could think of he would later find out. He didn't even have to guess who Head Girl would be; everyone in Hogwarts knew who it was. Hermione Granger…the mudblood.

As if his thoughts had the power to summon, she opened the door of the Head's compartment and stepped in.

"M-Malfoy?" Hermione stammered as her eyes rested on him and realization dawned in her eyes. "You're Head Boy?"

"No, Mudblood. I'm just in here to annoy the living hell out of you," he replied with a smirk. No use in her asking stupid questions. "Of course I'm Head Boy"

Hermione apparently had nothing to say, which was a first considering she always had something to say about everything. She just took her seat on the other side of the compartment and looked out the window.

XXX

Hours later the compartment was dead silent, except for the sounds of the train rattling quickly on the tracks. Granger had buried her nose in a book and all Draco could do was stare out the window and think. There was so much going on in his mind. He was glad to be at school, finally getting away from the manor, finally….

XXX

As the scenery flashed before his eyes, his mind couldn't help but wander to last nights squabble with his father…

"Draco! You look at me when I address you, now son!" Lucius Malfoy was scolding his insolent son yet again. "Draco!"

Draco look up, staring at, staring past his father. "Yes, father"

"Are you ready to start preparing for your ceremony Draco?"

"I don't want to do the ceremony." Draco knew defying his father would have serious consequences, but then again, listening to his father would too. There was no way to escape anything that would happen.

"What did you just say?"

"I said I don't WANT to do the ceremony."

"But you can't be inducted without the ceremony, Draco, you know that." Lucius didn't quite understand what Draco was trying to relay to him.

"Exactly father. I don't want to be inducted. I don't want to be a death eater. I don't want any of it. I just don't want to."

"What do you mean you don't WANT to? You don't have a choice Draco. You cannot be a Malfoy without completely following the Dark Lord. He is why you are here." Lucius was beyond pissed now. "You will do what's planned for you, and that's final"

"What if I don't father? I never wanted this. This is what YOU set for me!" Draco was fighting back with all the mental strength he had.

"Yes Draco, I'm glad you've finally gotten something right tonight. I did set this for you, and you're not being very grateful of what I put into this."

"Because I don't want this! For once in my life, could you please just let me choose my life?"

"Draco, If you haven't already figured this out, then you are much stupider than everyone thinks. YOUR LIFE HAS BEEN CHOSEN FOR YOU! Every aspect of it, already planned out. All you have to do is live it." Draco could tell that Lucius was annoyed with him. When wasn't his father annoyed with him?

"But father, if its all planned out for me than its not living. And I refuse to go on like that." Draco tried to plead with him.

"You refuse?" Lucius' large, strong hand went across Draco's face, leaving a stinging handprint "you can't refuse. And if you don't consider it living, that's fine. You don't have to live, you just have to be alive and obey orders. The Dark Lord will not be let down by me, so He will not be let down by you. Do you understand me son?" Lucius looked deadly, threatening, so much so that Draco was having second thoughts about trying to stand up for himself.

"Yes, father" he replied slowly, almost afraid to be hit again. He didn't like it when his father was angry. Who really would? He didn't want to be hit for trying to live, to be normal. But normal wasn't permitted, whatever normal was in the wizarding world.

He crawled up the stares to his room, going slow, remembering all the squabbles that happened down these hallways, how many stinging slaps he'd received, how many times he'd been pushed shown whose boss in this house.

He walked into his room, past the invisible memories, past every thing he has every felt, and entered his bathroom. One wall of his royal bathroom was made entirely of mirror, and there he stood, looking at his reflection. Who he saw in the mirror was the Draco that everyone else saw, the Draco that hid under the concelare spell, the concealment spell.

Draco touched the tip of his wand to his head, " revelare", and all the marks of his past, every fight with his father, every feeble attempt to make his own path, was revealed on his skin. The stories of his father's quick temper were there, the times he'd tried to hide from his destiny were there. It was all there, all showing and all free. No one knew this Draco, and no one ever would, because this was the his Draco, the Draco no one needed to know of. This was….

"Malfoy!"

His thoughts were interrupted by someone calling his name. "Malfoy, earth to Draco Malfoy." He felt a shove on his side and was brought back to reality. It was the mudblood. What could she possibly want? There was no rule that they necessarily had to speak to each other, being Head Boy and Girl.

She stood there, staring at him. He was blankly aware of what was happening, bus still lost in his train of thought. Hermione placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to do something to bring him down from his thought-filled high. "Don't touch me, you filthy mudblood." He barked back instantly.

"Fine, ferret." She almost shouted back. She picked up her bag and turned to walk out the compartment door. "Next time I'll just leave you here and let the train leave with you still on it." She said over her shoulder. "And I know you wouldn't appreciate that. We have Head's duties Malfoy, so pull the stick out of your arse and come on."

"Don't talk to me that way, mudblood." He replied, but it was no use, because she was already gone, out of the compartment, off of the train.