Chapter One
(that summer)
We were in the middle of a fight. It was Hermione, Ginny, Ron, Harry, Dumbledore, and some others from the ministry. Suddenly, Harry yelled.
"Ginny! LOOK OUT!" He yelled, as he dropped to the ground.
Ginny looked towards Voldemort right when he yelled the cruelest curse know to wizard-kind.
"Avada-Kedavra!" Voldemort yelled, and in those few seconds, Ginny died. Yes, died. When the curse hit her, she let out a bloodcurdling scream as she died, and she started to shrivel up until you could barely see any part of her except skin. Then, suddenly, she blew up, and humongous amounts of guts and skin pieces hit us all. I looked over at Harry in time to see him stand up and yell:
"NOOOOOOOOO!" but, the fight had to go on. He would have to think about it later. Harry turned around to face Voldemort. He had a look of extreme pain, annoyance, and anger on his face. He yelled the same curse at Voldemort, and in those few seconds, Voldemort died, too. Suddenly, all of the Death Eaters started to scream and grab their wrists and scratch the skin off of them. Since Voldemort was dead, their Dark Marks were burning off of their skins. But that was all Hermione heard before she blacked out, still covered in the blood, skin, and some organs that she didn't even want identified, of Ginny.
(at school)
Everyone was in the Great Hall, eating their hearts out. Harry, though, was picking at his food. Suddenly, he stood up and walked out of the room. Hermione got up and chased after him, not caring that almost everybody was staring at them. When he got out of the Great Hall, he started to run. He ran towards the Room of Requirement. When he finally got there, he sat down and took a rest in the middle of the hallway. He didn't realize that Hermione had followed him there. He looked up when she turned the corner. She sat down next to him while catching her breath, then said to him, "Harry, we are so sorry about what happened to-" Hermione said, but Harry cut her off.
"Don't say her name. I was so close to her, and I don't want to remember the cruelness of her death," Harry replied sulkily.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't know it really hurt you that much," Hermione replied.
"Yeah, well, she was my girlfriend," he replied sadly.
"Yes, I know. I mean, she was the only other girl that you guys hung out with, too, so we were pretty close, too," she said. They sat up there for a few moments, relishing the moment. Then, Hermione asked, "Well, do you want to go back to the dining hall?"
"Nah. I kinda like it up here."
"You sure?"
"Ya. You can go on back down, though, if you like." It's a bit too loud in there for me."
"Alright, catch ya later then."
"See ya."
Hermione went back down to the Great Hall, but she only got about five minutes to eat, then, it was time for Dumbledore to make his announcements.
"Alright! Settle down every one!" then he waited for a moment.
"Thank you. As you all know next weekend is our first trip to
Hogsmeade, so please have your permission slip signed and ready. Also, due to some recent events, we will have to change our routine a bit. First off, I would like to meet with the Heads right after Dinner. Second, we have three new teachers here this year. Our first new teacher is Professor McCewan. She will be teaching charms class. Second is Professor Calderrona. He will be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts. And lastly is Professor Barnaporus. He will be teaching Potions.
Everyone cheered politely for the teachers.
"And the last thing I would like to say is that we have good news afoot. Voldemort has been killed!
Everyone except the Slytherin House cheered. Hermione clapped politely, but was too distracted because she was worried about Harry.
Suddenly, the doors burst open, and there stood none other than Draco Malfoy. Dumbledore stared at him until he took a seat at his house table. Then, Dumbledore sat down, and dessert appeared among the 4 tables. Hermione was still staring at Malfoy, though, because something was different about him this year. What was it? Was he more muscular? Was he colder than she had known him to be? Was he… oh, to hell with it, she didn't know! Why did she even care, she asked herself? She turned away quickly when he looked in her direction. She looked straight down at her food, a flush rising up her neck.
After she recovered her composure, she dared to look over at his table again. HE WAS STARING STRAIGHT AT HER!
"Oh, crap!" she muttered.
Suddenly, she felt the urge to go talk to Harry. She was "really worried" about him. (a/n: worried my ass) She got up from the table, and ran out into the hallway, where she almost collided into a statue right outside the doorway. When she regained her balance, she saw that there was a huge cut in her arm where she had run into the statue.
"Shit," she muttered. Then she cast a fix-up spell, and the cut disappeared. "There we go," she said.
"Going somewhere, mudblood?" a drawling voice asked from behind her.
She spun around to face none other than Draco Malfoy.
"Why do you even care ferret," she snapped.
"Oh, feisty tonight are we?" he drawled.
"Good-bye Malfoy," she said,
"Good-bye, mudblood." He replied sarcastically.
She turned into the hallway and running down and up and back down all the necessary hallways and stairs, until she reached the Room of Requirement. Harry was nowhere in sight. 'I need a place to meet Harry.' She thought, and a door appeared and she walked into the Room. Harry was in the middle of the room, crying. Hermione rushed over to his side.
"Harry! What's the matter?" she screeched.
He didn't answer. She looked down at him, sobbing, and sat down to hug him, all the while, she was muttering that it would be okay, thinking that he was thinking about Ginny.
"It's okay," he said, sitting up and sniffling.
"Oh, Harry!" she said, "Its okay, we all feel really bad. You really don't have to feel…" she stopped, startled, and jumped onto a couch as the door to the Room opened. She turned her head to see Malfoy standing there looking very confused at seeing the two there, and Harry with his face still wet from crying.
"What the hell?" he sputtered.
"Malfoy, could you please leave?" Hermione asked sweetly.
"What the hell is Potter doing crying!" he said gleefully, now finding this quite enjoyable.
"Malfoy, just leave," Hermione said cautiously, taking out her wand.
"No need to hex me, I was just wondering what happened," he said questioningly.
"Come with me," Hermione said icily, grabbing him and yanking him out of the room. Once she closed the door, she whipped around to face him, at the same time punching hard in the face.
"Shit! What the hell did you do that for!" he screeched.
"That was for bothering Harry when he was clearly suffering," she explained. Then she punched him again. "and that was for being such and ass!"
"When the hell was I an ass?"
"Why do you care? Go fuck yourself, I'm tired of talking to you," she said and walked back into the Room, but not before making sure that Malfoy walked down the stairs and then to the general area where his Head Boy dorm was, but the only reason she really wanted to watch him was because he had turned into a fuckin' hot ferret. She then realized what effect he had on her. She didn't like Harry like she thought she did, but every time she was around Draco she started to sweat, and she was afraid of saying something wrong, except when she was mad at him. Then she walked back into the Room.
"Harry, it'll be alright. We'll get through this," she said trying to comfort him, but apparently it didn't work.
"GET THROUGH THIS!" he roared, "HOW THE HELL WILL I GET THROUGH THIS! SHE WAS MY FUCKING GIRLFRIEND, HERMIONE! I CAN NEVER GET THROUGH THIS." Then he stalked out of the Room, and slammed the door behind him, causing Hermione to fall to her knees in shock. Then, she, too, walked out of the room
(In Draco's area)
"Where the hell is that bitch?" Draco said to himself while searching for Blaise Zambini.
"Zambini!" he called.
"Here I am!" Blaise appeared out of nowhere in answer to the question.
"Where the hell have you been? I needed you to help me with something!"
"Well, what do you want?" Blaise asked.
"Nevermind, I got Crabbe to do it," Malfoy replied disgustedly.
"Alright, then, I guess I'll see ya later, mate!" Blaise said, already on his way to the Quidditch field.
Draco smirked, and a ghost of a smile played over his lips as Blaise skipped away. Yes, that's right! He skipped. (a/n: in case you didn't get it, in my story, Blaise is bisexual, but mostly likes males) Malfoy walked away from his mate wondering how he could not like females. It was just soooo wrong. He went into his room to study.
A while later…
Malfoy was wandering in the hallways, making sure everyone got to class, (if ur head boy, u have prefect duties) when he saw Potter just moseying along, being all high and mighty as a prefect getting to skip the beginning of class.
"Potter! Where are your measly followers, eh?" Malfoy sneered, remembering that his friends were prefects as well.
"Why do you even care, Malfoy?"
"Never mind, you wouldn't understand. You're just too idiotic," Malfoy sneered.
Draco started to walk away, when he heard someone coming.
"Harry!" Hermione called.
Draco was just starting to walk away when he heard her beautiful voice. He had never told anyone, because it was too low for his father's standards, but he had a HUGE crush on Hermione. He looked back and saw her running towards Potter, but all the while, he was watching her curly (and beautiful) hair being pulled back through the air as she ran. Her stride was long and graceful… his thoughts trailed off. (a/n: how the hell could he think her beautiful?)
He snapped back to reality. He saw her talking to Potter, and he yelled, "Well, there's one of them!" and he stalked off.
He walked into his classroom. Luckily it was only herbology. The teacher told him to take a place at the table, and he chose a spot in the center of all the Slytherins. For the rest of the class, he copied off of the person next to him on whatever they were doing. Fortunately, the person he was copying off of was Goyle, who would happily let Malfoy do whatever he wanted with his plant. After class, Draco just wandered around a bit since it was dinner, and he wasn't really hungry.