A/N: Hey guys! This is my first fic, so please be patient with me! I got this inspiration, and I wanted to write it, so we'll see how it goes! Thanks for reading!

Chapter 1.

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A long, pale arm stretched out from under silk green sheets on the four poster sleigh bed, and hit the snooze button. It slowly retreated back into the sheets, but only for what felt like a moment's rest.

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It shot out like a snake again, and with it emerged the blonde head of 17 year old Draco Malfoy. He blearily sat up, and rubbed the sleep out of his gray eyes, then stretched his toned arms up over his head, stretching his lean torso. Over the summer, in order to deal with the stress of Lucius being sentenced to Azkaban, and everyone hating himself and his family, he had begun swimming, which had done wonders to his already wonderful body. Draco glanced at the clock, reading the bright red letters. 9:10am. He groaned, and got out of bed. He hadn't gotten up this early since the end of his 6th year at Hogwarts, and was not enjoying it one bit. Today was the day for him to go back to Hogwarts for his final year as a student there. His trunk was all packed at the end of his bed, and everything was ready to go. Draco walked across his room to his huge private bathroom, shed his boxers and stepped into the shower, turning the water on all the way hot. He washed himself and his perfect blonde hair, toweled off, then wrapped the towel around his waist, and put some gel in his hair, styling it carefully.

Draco walked back into his bedroom, and went to his closet. He grabbed a pair of silver boxers -silk, of course- and slipped them on, following them with a pair of jeans, an undershirt, and a dark blue polo shirt. Satisfyed with his appearance, he snapped, and Herald, his house elf, appeared.

"Yes, master Draco?" Herald asked, wringing his hands together.

"Please bring my trunk downstairs," Draco said kindly. He had taken a liking to his house elf, and was much nicer to him than his father or mother had ever been to, well...anybody. Draco closed his eyes at the memory of his Death Eater father, and mentally shook the image out of his head, opened his eyes, and smiled at the elf. Herald bowed, levitated Draco's trunk, and brought it downstairs to the looked at the clock again. It read 10:15. Draco walked down the hall way to his mother's room, and knocked quietly on the door, sticking his head in.

"Mother, I'm leaving for Hogwarts now." He said, looking at his sickly mother in her bed. Ever since Lucius had been put in Azkaban, she had been getting iller and iller.

"Alright, son. Be careful, please." Narcissa replied to him, smiling weakly, then slumping back into her pillows, and closing her eyes. Draco closed the door, and walked down to atrium where Herald was waiting with his trunk.

"Thanks Herald." Draco said to the house elf, who bowed in return, then left the room. Draco grabbed the trunk, then closed his eyes and apparated himself to Kings Cross Station. He walked towards Platform 9 3/4, went through the wall, and sure enough, on the other side was that glorious scarlet train. He smiled slightly to himself, before moving on. He had been appointed Head Boy, and because of this, Professor McGonagal, the new headmaster since Dumbledore's death, wanted to see the Head Boy and the Head Girl in the front compartment of the train during the ride to go over rules and such things. Draco walked towards the compartment, wondering who the Head Girl would be...

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"Hermione! Get up! Its return to school day!" Cried a very excited Ginny Weasly. Hermione looked at her through tired eyes, and smiled at her enthusiasm. Hermione had spent the summer with the Weasley's because her parents were on holiday in the states, visiting their relatives. Hermione had chosen to stay behind to be with her friends. She didn't like her American cousins much, as they were all rude and snobby. She sat up slowly, and got out of bed. Hermione had grown over the summer, standing at 5'7", and developed as well. Her once frizzy, mousybrown hair was now dark chocolate brown, and instead of frizzy it was sleek curls. Ginny continued to bounce around the room, collecting little knick knacks that she may or may not want to take with her. Hermione just smiled and went to the bathroom. She took a quick shower, and went to the mirror. She dried her wet hair with a drying spell, and quickly applied just enough makeup. Not too much like some people wore, but enough to even out her skin tone and make her eyes stand out. She walked back to Ginny and her's shared room, slipped on a pair of jeans that fit her just right, and a pink short sleeved v-neck shirt. She pulled her hair half back with a few bobby pins, and finished packing her trunk as well.

By this time it was 10 am, and Mrs. Weasley was gathering everybody up. "Come on, you all!! Ron, Harry, Hermione, Ginny, get down here, we're going to be late!" She yelled up the stairs. Hermioney and Ginny smiled at each other, grabbed their trunks, and brought them downstairs. They sat by the door, waiting, per usual, for the boys to get down. Eventually, Ron and Harry showed up, both looking like they had just rolled out of bed about two seconds before.

"Honestly, Mum, you don't have to yell so loud..." Ron said quietly, messing up his already messed up red hair.

"Well, Ronald, if I didn't yell, you two wouldn't be down here, and then we would all be in a pickle!" Mrs. Weasley replied. They all walked out of the Burrow where there was a Ministry car waiting for them. They piled all of their trunks into the trunk of the car, and then climbed in the backseat, Ron holding Pig, Harry Hedwig, and Hermioney Crookshanks, all in their cages, on their respective laps. The ride to the station was short, and they unloaded everything onto the carts as soon as they got there. Hermione and Ginny went through the wall first, followed by Ron and Harry, and then Mrs. Weasley. Mr. Weasley was unable to accompany them to the station as he had had to work, but he had said goodbye and wished everyone luck the night before.

As they got through the barrier, they all stood admiring the train, Ron, Harry, and Hermione for the very last time. Hermione felt her eyes begin to tear up, but brushed them away, not wanting to embarrass herself.

"Well, shall we go find a seat?" Ginny asked, sliding her hand into Harry's. They had hooked up over the summer, and had been dating ever since.

"Yeah, lets go." Ron said, and began heading towardst he train.

"I will catch up with you all later," Hermione said, "I have to go meet Professor McGonagal and the new Head Boy, remember?" It had been no surprise when Hermione had gotten her letter with her Head Girl badge the week before.

"Oh, right. Well see you later then! I want to hear all about it!" Ginny waved back at Hermione as the three others made their way to the back of the train. Hermione took one last glance at the train in all its glory before heading towards the front of the train, where the Head Boy and Professor McGonagal waited.

"I wonder who it could be..." Hermione wondered to herself, and she boarded the front car of the train. She saw the compartment, opened the door, and upon seeing who was in side, she thought, "You have GOT to be kidding me..."

A/N: Yay, I finished my first chapter! Sorry that it is a little short. I just wanted to get the summer backround in! Please read and review! I don't really have any huge plot ideas, so if you have any ideas, I would LOVE to hear them!