Chapter 1: New Beginnings

Hermione Granger's brown eyes flickered open as the sun through her bedroom curtains fell across her face. She snuggled back down underneath her comforter and wished for the comfort of sleep to overcome her once again. It didn't. Instead a shrill voice screeched up the stairs,

"HER-MIIIII-ONE!"

Hermione moaned and snuggled down farther, wishing the relentless voice of her mother would go away, but no.

""HER-MIIIII-ONE!"

"WHAT!" Hermione yelled muffled by her blankets.

""HER-MIIIII-ONE! Get down here now! Your going to miss the train! You've got 15 minutes!"

Hermione's eyes shot back open. Shit! she thought as she clambered out of bed. fuck fuck fuck fuck "OW!" Hermione yelled as hopping on one leg to get the other down a pair of jeans, tripped over her school trunk and narrowly missing squashing Crookshanks fell onto the floor in a pile of dirty laundry.

14 minutes later Hermione had made a world record time completely packing, dressing, eating breakfast, doing her makeup and catching Crookshanks to put in his cage. She put on her Head Girl badge and ran down stairs.

"Good luck honey." her mother said and kissed her on the cheek

"bye mum" she replied as she got into the car with her father and Crookshanks hissing in his basket.

Hermione looked out the window as she pulled away from her home, leaving it to go to her other home. For the last time. Her 7th year.

Draco Malfoy woke early. He watched the sunrise with the blissful hope of a new beginning, new life, a new day; away from this hell hole. His silver-gray eyes never missed anything; not the snitch, not information written on the blackboard, never hot girls, not the fact that his father had slept on the couch last night, or the reason why his mother wore long sleeves in the summer and right now his eyes didn't miss the new, still painful death-eater mark on his upper right arm. Draco looked away from the sunrise and back into his dark room.

Its all a cheap facade he thought we're no better than anyone else, if people could see the "Malfoys" now…He sighed. There was quite a few people he was better than. Financially of course basically the whole school, especially the Weasleys. Blood wise he was better than all the muggle borns, half bloods and blood traitors, namely Granger, Potter and Weasley. But did he have a happy home? No. Did his parents really care for his welfare? No…the bruises on his backside we proof of that. Did he have real friends? No, more like a whore and two dunder headed cronies.

Draco stood up and stretched. He was handsome beyond a doubt, bleach blonde hair, Quidditch muscles and sliver-gray ice chip eyes. It was the first day of the new school year and already he was sick of it. He had been made Head Boy, but much to his disgust Granger had been made Head Girl. She wasn't bad looking but defiantly not his type she was brainy, miss goody two shoes and worse of all, a mud blood. He had even considered abstaining from being head boy in protest of her becoming head girl, but seriously what horny boy would give up his own privet bedroom during his 7th year?

Draco took a cold shower and finished packing his things. Then he left a good-bye note to his mother taped to her locked bedroom door. With a flick of his wrist he pointed his wand hand out the front door and a privet limo appeared out of thin air in front of the Malfoy Mansion. He carried his things down to the limo and went back to shut the door. The final click the great door made as he closed it made him feel lighter than he had it a long while.

Until next summer he thought.