A/N: this is my first Dramione fic, so please please please revier and tel me what you think. It really means the world when you guys review for me! Thanks!

Hermione was excited. She was nervous, happy and sad all at the same time. She was a ball of emotion just waiting to explode.

Hermione was returning to Hogwarts for her actual 7th year. Voldemort? Gone. Death Eaters? Also gone. She had talked Harry and Ron into coming with her back to school. She had no idea how she had managed to talk Ron into going back to school. The boy could barely be talked into reading a book. She guessed that perhaps he was only coming to school to follow her and be with her. But she would rather not think about that. She shook the thought of her and Ron out of her mind. She had longed for him for many years, but he never responded to her. So she had lost hope. Strange, for a girl who was always hopeful. But you can only do so much for a person before you get tired and run out of energy worrying and hoping about them.

Hermione sighed and then quickly remembering that she was going to be going to Hogwarts for one more year and with her best friends. Even if Ron and her weren't going to be a couple, that didn't mean that they couldn't be friends. It was going to be an amazing year at Hogwarts, she wasn't going to let anything ruin it.

She shut her trunk as Ron hollered up the stairs " 'Mione! time to go! And could you grab my Potions book?" She smiled and shook her head as she quickly scanned the room looking for his potions book. With the way his room was looking right now she would need an entire year to find it before she could go to Hogwarts. So she pulled out her wand "Accio Potions book" nothing happened for a moment so she tried again "Accio Potions book" Nothing again. Until a giant pile of who knows what began quivering. She neared it with hesitation and tipped the top of it off with her wand. A potions book can whizzing out of the pile right at her fact, it hit her in the face. Blinking a few times to get her wits back together she picked herself up off the floor and headed down the stairs with all of her belongings.

"Blimey Hermione, where did you find this? I've been looking for it for ages!" she simply handed it to him saying " you should really pick up every once in a while. You are a wizard, and there are spells for that sort of thing." Harry laughed at Hermione's remark before ushering them to the door. "Time to go" he announced.

Before long Hermione, Ron and Harry were standing on platform 9 ¾ saying goodbye to the Weasleys. "Yes mum, we will be careful" assured Ron to a crying Mrs. Weasely. " Yes dad, we'll be careful." Ginny told her Father. While normally the Weasley parents weren't as emotional about letting their children (both blood and honorary children) go, they hadn't been out of their sight since the War had ended and, well, they couldn't really be blamed for being nervous and anxious, last time they had let them go, it didn't end very well. Voldemort may have been defeated, but they had lost a son and seen many people die. So yea. They had a reason to be upset. The three heroes, plus Ginny (who it should be noted had contributed to the war as well) boarded the train sitting down and breathing a sigh of relief that they were out of the Weasley parent's sight. They loved the Weasleys, and they helped them heal a lot. But being in the same house as them for the past few months non-stop had been getting a little monotonous. They settled in for the long ride ahead of them.

As the train plowed through the countryside the four students dozed off. Until Hermione was woken up with a sharp rap on the door. She quietly stood and hesitated before opening the door. It was Malfoy. She avoided eye contact, but also refused to look down. She refused to appear afraid or wounded. Why is he even coming back? I thought his family fled after the war. she racked her brain. However another sharp rap to the door reminded her to open it up. In doing so she made eye contact with the blonde. His stare was hard and cold. So she returned a look that was even harder and colder. She hoped, because internally, she was reliving the moments on the ground of Malfoy Manor being tortured. She didn't say a word. She didn't have anything to say even if she had wanted to. Malfoy, finally decided to speak up. " A note arrived addressed to you and I. I have not yet opened it if you would like to come read it with me. Hermione said nothing, just quietly slipped out of the compartment and shut the door, following Malfoy down the hallway. He entered another compartment but left the door slightly open, allowing Hermione to breathe a little easier. On the seat next to him was a note addressed as follows:

To: Head Boy and Girl, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger

Hogwarts Express, Compartments 9 and 17

Hermione never ceased to be amazed at the wizarding world. the letter was addressed to a moving train with their exact compartments on it.

Malfoy picked the letter up and opened it. Scanning it with the same cold look he had sent her way. Perhaps that was his natural look. Hermione, though, was wondering what was on the letter, but she didn't want to have to get any closer to Malfoy. Malfoy finished scanning the letter before handing it to her for her to look over.

"It appears that we are going to be living in a common area" he spoke. There was no sneer on his face, no snubbish tone in his voice. He just stated the sentence as a fact with no emotion. As if saying the sky is blue. Hermione's eyes widened as she skimmed the note herself and confirmed what Malfoy had said. It was true.

"to promote unity and build a community, the head boy and girl shall live in a common area, with separate rooms and a shared common room." It was signed by the Minister of Magic. Hermione's shoulders slumped a little. " Maybe we can talk to Headmistress McGonagall about it?" Malfoy suggested. She supposed he didn't want to live with 'filth' like her, as he had so colorfully stated numerous times in the past. Hermione opened her mouth for the first time. "We should try, but I don't think that it will work. It is the Minister of Magic that signed this. But its worth a shot." Hermione handed the letter back to the blonde boy and got up from her seat. She left without either of them saying a word. Both knew what day was lingering on her mind. Both were reliving it,just from different perspectives. One as the victim the other as an onlooker. But both had also changed since that night.

A/N: I hoped you like it ! Ill post a few chapters weather or not I get any reviews because I want to see where this is going, but reviews are extremely useful! thanks again!