DH compatible (w/slight changes to scenes during the Wizarding War)

I do not own Harry Potter: its Plot or its characters. All credits are to the author JK Rowling. The plot of THIS story alone is mine and perhaps some characters that I might introduce in later chapters. It is a work of fiction and is just showing my appreciation for JK Rowling's story and the Dramione/Harry Potter Fandom.

This is my first ever Fanfiction (even though it feels like I have read hundreds of Dramione FF) I know I have read this pitiful line before and shook my head thinking that the story could never be good but oh well we will have to wait and see!
PS. the italics indicate a flashback

PPS. I do not intend to use Fanfiction slang however please RR ! *shakes head in disgust*
I hope you enjoy, or don't hate it enough to throw your electronic device in frustration across the room ;)

"No Fracking Way"

Hermione looked down at the antique looking parchment in her hand. She reread the emerald green calligraphy indented onto the page. She exhaled deeply realising who would be playing the male lead in the story of her life this year.
"Why on earth would Headmistress McGonagall put Malfoy as Head Boy? He shouldn't even be allowed back into the school!" Hermione regretted her words as she turned and looked into her floor length mirror seeing the girl who had been so dramatically altered by the war, the girl who she didn't even recognise anymore. She looked down at her slightly bare neck and saw the faded scar running along her collar bone. She slowly brushed her hand along it and closed her eyes remembering where it had come from and why it wasn't more prominent.

Bellatrix was standing over me wand pointed menacingly at my heart. The wand wasn't touching me but it felt as though the tip of the wand was piercing my heart and my lungs. I couldn't breath: So much for the Gryffindor courage Hermione. I laid there waiting for her to scream those words that I had heard so many times before. I closed my eyes accepting my fate. Bellatrix laughed her deranged laugh before actually piercing me with her wand. She started to drag the wand slowly across my collarbone, starting to get closer and closer to the start of my neck. I screamed in pain wishing, hoping, even praying to the muggle God I had been taught about when I was a child that the pain would stop, that she would just get it over with.

I heard the faint cry of Ronald screaming another spell at one of Voldermort's many henchmen so I opened my eyes hoping that he succeeded in disarming the Death Eater and when I did I saw the familiar green light hit Bellatrix square in the chest. Her face contorted and then fell hard onto me. I pushed the still warm body from my chest as I turned to see who had saved me. I saw the icy cold face of the boy who had often been the centre of my nightmares looking at his aunt lying on the grass. I saw a quick flash of sadness before he looked up at me and he surprised me once again when he gave me a quick nod. I nodded my head in gratitude and in shock as he turned around and ran into the depths of the forbidden forest, his blonde hair contrasting with the dark sky.

Maybe he has changed. I mean I have changed why couldn't he? Perhaps he has changed for the better. Or maybe he is the same prat who had called be a mudblood all these years and who teased me relentlessly whose conscience kicked in just long enough to not let me be killed by his own blood. Yes I'm sure that's it. Regardless this year is going to be an interesting one.