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The Prince and the Lioness: Chapter 1
Hermione awoke from the sunlight streaming through her windows. She yawned and stretched and crawled out of bed. It's my last year. After this, I will start my life. It's strange how fast these eight years have flown by. (A.N. All the seventh years from Deathly Hallows were required to go back and re-do their last year. Due to the biased teachings and etc., from Amycus and Alecta Carrow.) Hermione went through her morning routine of brushing her teeth, combing her hair, and washing her face. She packed up the remaining items scattered around her room, and headed downstairs.
"Good morning, sweetheart. Would you like some eggs before you leave?", her mother asked.
"No, thank you mom. I think I will just head out now. Tell dad I love him! I'll write after I get settled!" she replied.
"Alright then. See you at Christmas?" her mother enquired.
"Yea! I'll be here!" Hermione hustled out the door at that point. She couldn't be late for the train. She hailed a cab and watched muggle London roll by. When the taxi pulled up at King's Cross, she paid the driver and grabbed a trolley. She looked both ways before hurrying through the wall. The smoke billowed around her as she looked around for two gangly, tall boys. Ahem- men. Hermione, they're 18 now, they're going to want to be referred to as men. She sighed. She spotted them, huddled with the Weasley's. She hurried over to them.
"Hey, everyone!" She said with a smile.
" Hermione! How are you dear? I missed you! 'Mione!" chorused Harry, Mrs. Weasley, Ginny, and Ron. Hermione laughed and gave them all a hug. They caught up for a moment and soon, the four teenagers said their goodbyes to Mrs. Weasley. They scurried onto the train just as the whistle blew, signaling the departure of the Hogwarts Express. The four quickly found a compartment and loaded their luggage into the overhead rack.
"'Mione! Sit by me." Ron said with a boyish grin. She smiled a small smile back. But in her mind she knew where this was going to go. She didn't like Ron like that, and she felt bad that he seemed to like her, a lot. They chattered for awhile until they had gotten a good distance from London. Hermione stood to exit.
"Well, as much as I would love to hear all your stories, I must head to the Head's cabin to hear my instructions! I'll see you at school." Hermione strode through the train halls and arrived to the Head's cabin where she met Professor Flitwick, the new Deputy Headmaster. Flitwick led her into the compartment and told her to make herself comfortable. She munched on a crumpet while gazing out the window. At the sound of the door opening, she turned her face towards the Head Boy, Blaise Zabini. She gave a slight nod to him as he sat and then turned her gaze upon Professor Flitwick. He instructed them of their duties and then dismissed himself.
Hermione turned to Blaise, " Well, it seems we shall be spending quite a bit of time together this year."
"Yes, it seems that way."
"What do you say, we make a truce. The war is over. I wish there to be no hostility between us." Hermione stuck out her hand. Well, the worst possible thing that could happen would be that he would hex me, spit at me and say we shall nev---
"Sure, that sounds agreeable. To be honest though, I've never been prejudiced. It just seemed that way." Blaise smirked at Hermione's shocked expression.
"Well, I'm glad to know that." She recovered quickly replacing the "o" her mouth that been it with a gentle smile. She stood up shook his hand and departed the room.