A/N: Okay I am completely revising my story. It will have the same kind of story line and plot, but after reading many other fanfics I have decided that I defintley have some revising to do. I appreciate each and every review, they mean a lot to me and give me inspiration. Enjoy!

The Beginning

September the first found a pretty young woman in shorts and a spaghetti strap tank top driving through the streets of London with her parents. To any passerby they would appear as almost any British family would, nothing out of the ordinary about them. Though some would remark on the girl in the back seat, she had long honey colored locks that fell halfway down her back. Her complexion was soft and she had toffee colored eyes that made the one that looked into them feel like they were looking into her soul. A tiny smile played across her pink lips as the car drew to a stop at King's Cross. Climbing out of the car they loaded a trunk, and a cage holding a large orange cat onto a trolley and approached platforms nine and ten. Now the passerby would still notice absolutely nothing unusual about them. The girl hugged her mother and father as her mother began to cry. The next second a crowd engulfed them and when it cleared away a mere few seconds later the mother and father were left standing alone, the mother dabbing her eyes with a hankerchief.

Once on the other side of the magical barrier that separated King's Cross and Platform 9&3/4 seventeen year old Hermione Granger was engulfed with hugs from her two best friends Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.

"How was your summer mione' did you get our letters?" Ron asked.

"Yes, yes I did," Hermione's eyes danced, she was filled with happiness at seeing her friends again. This was to be a big year for them, and everyone in their class at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was their seventh and final year at the school that in so many ways had become their home.

"Well which one of you got Head Boy?" Hermione asked excitedly. "I'm Head Girl and I can't wait to get to school!" She beamed waiting expectantly for Harry to tell her that he had been named Head Boy. As an awkward silence filled the air she began to frown and looked at them, confused.

"mione' neither of us is Head Boy its well um…"

"Me perhaps?" Hermione turned a knot of dread forming in her stomach. Directly behind her was Draco Malfoy her nemesis of the past seven years.

"Well, well the mudblood Granger got named Head Girl, Dumbledore really has gone mad," he sneered at her. "We'll have so much fun rooming together. What didn't you know?"

Draco asked at the look of utter horror that had crossed Hermione, Harry, and Ron's faces.

"The Head Boy and Girl always get their own private dormitories….I guess you didn't know. Well I must be getting on the train, I'll see you at school." As Draco sauntered away Harry recovered first.

"Don't pay attention to him mione' he's just shooting off again. Dumbledore would never make you do it."

"Yeah mione' he's just talking," Ron tried his best to sound confident. Soon they were all aboard the train and Harry and Ron were deep in conversation about quidditch and who might be named captain now that Alicia was gone. Hermione though was oblivious to them both, lost in her thoughts and her memories…

"Are you doing magic? Well let's see it then…honestly! Don't you two read?...That's what's under the trapdoor, that's what Fluffy's guarding!...Hermione, there must be a mistake you can't be in three places at he same time! Don't worry Harry, I've had a talk with Professor McGonagall and she's fixed everything…Harry No! How can you be sure? I mean don't you think well…you have kind of a saving people thing?"…

Gazing out the window her thoughts turned to Draco.

He really is quite good looking even though he is a prat…

Shaking her head she stood up and gathered her robes.

What was she thinking! This was Malfoy! His father is right in Voldemort's inner circle!

"I'm going to change into my robes." She announced and let herself out of the compartment. Walking down the hallway towards the back of the train she looked in the compartments as she passed. In one she spotted Crabbe and Goyle but strangely Malfoy was absent. Reaching the end of the train she pushed in on the swinging door and nearly ran into Malfoy on his way out.

"Watch it Mudblood," he sneered at her without barely stopping and left the bathroom his robes billowing out behind him ominously. Quickly Hermione changed into her robes and carefully pinned her Head Girl badge to the front of them. It was a small badge that displayed the Hogwarts coat of arms and had the initials HG on it.

Wow!

Draco thought as he quickly walked back down the train towards the compartment where Crabbe and Goyle were waiting.

Granger really has filled out since last year, who would have thought she could look that good.

Draco shook his head to clear it as he reached his compartment.

"You two thugs will never believe who that old crack pot Dumbledore has named as Head Girl. That mudblood Granger! I can't believe that I am going to have to share rooms with that." He said as Hermione walked back down the corridor in her school robes. Draco found himself gazing after her. She really had grown quite pretty. Her hair was no longer bushy and triangular but soft and it hung in curls down her back. Her lips were a delicate pink and when he had looked into her toffee eyes a few minutes ago he had gotten the strangest sensation, like something was flowing through him.

"Well what do you think?" Crabbe said elbowing Draco in the side.

"Huh?"

"We were talking about Granger."

"Oh, look just shut-up before I hex you." Draco said grumpily and spent the rest of the journey to Hogwarts gazing out the window and thinking about his father and how he had told him that on his eighteenth birthday he would be expected to meet Voldemort and enter into his service forever. But though Draco wouldn't admit it to anyone, he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to…