Disclaimer: I do not own any Harry Potter books. But you see this plot line and all the characters you don't recognize, yeah I own those. I also do not own Panic! At the Disco or any of their songs…even though they rock!
A/N: This is set before their seventh year and then continues into their seventh year, so far.
Summary: Hermione Granger thought her life was okay. Her parents basically left her alone, she was going to finish her schooling career at Hogwarts, as Head Girl, and she had no boyfriend. Wait, hold up, so that last thing isn't so good, but her life is okay…Meanwhile, miles away, Draco Malfoy sat in his room, thinking about her, the mysterious girl of his dreams. Barely anyone knows he loves her, most people didn't even know who she really was. He hadn't seen her all summer, but that was about to change and fast. She was coming home...
The Princess and The Dragon
The Beginning of the End
"Every princess is said to have a prince, but this princess has a dragon."
"Blaise, Merlin, what do you think you're doing? Come along, we're already late!" Chloe yelled.
"Late to what? Draco's? Like he'll notice, he's with Pansy." Blaise scoffed.
"First off, Mr. I-Know-Everything, Draco is breaking up with Pansy tonight and you know it. Secondly, he needs both of us there when he breaks up with her. Now come on, Blaise, the portkey is right over there." She said, still dragging him along.
"Fine." Blaise said as he sped up slightly.
They reached the portkey. It was in the form of a muggle American baseball bat. They grabbed onto it and felt a pull at the back of their navels. Within moments they were at the front of Malfoy Manor.
Chloe looked at the Estate next door and sighed, "She'll be home soon enough."
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Hermione Granger was sitting in a hotel suite in muggle London.
'Stupid dentists' convention has me stuck in this bloody place.' Hermione thought.
She sat there with her IPod ear-buds in her ears, volume all the way up. Her parents were nice enough to get Hermione her own suite. The suite was gorgeous. It was on the 12th floor and had a fireplace, king-sized bed, large television, IPod compatible stereo system, desk with wireless internet, kitchenette, dining table for four and a great view. It also had a walk in closet and a master bathroom.
As Hermione lay back on the bed, 'Build God, Then We'll Talk' by Panic! At the Disco came on her IPod. She began singing the words with the song. She got up off the bed, placed her IPod in the stereo dock, and began dancing around.
"What a wonderful caricature of intimacy!" she sang at the top of her lungs. There was a knock at the door. She paused.
'Who could that be?' she wondered. She looked through the peek-hole and saw her parents. 'What do they want?' Hermione wondered bitterly. They disrupted her peace, well almost peace. She opened the door to face her parents.
"Hello Hermione!" Kate Granger said cheerily.
"Hi Mom, Dad." Hermione replied with an overly bored tone.
"Sweetie we're leaving in two day, make sure all of your things that you are not bringing to Diagon Alley with you are packed. As you know tomorrow we are going to Diagon Alley to get your school supplies." Dane Granger told his daughter.
"Okay, well I'm going to bed so I'll be rested for Diagon Alley, we'll talk about the plans in the morning, right? By the way, Dad, when we get home will you please set up my new stereo?" Hermione asked with a pleading tone. Little did Hermione know she wouldn't be going back home with the Grangers. "Anyway, goodnight Mom and Dad." She said giving them both a hug.
"Goodnight Hermione." Her mother said as her parents walked away with pained looks.
'What was that look for?' Hermione wondered as she closed her door.
She walked into her master bathroom and looked in the mirror and looked at herself. She had changed a lot since the end of last year. She stood at 5'6" tall and her brown, bushy mess that was her sad excuse for hair softened out into soft, loose curls. Her body also went from lanky and un-developed to being filled out and let me tell you guys were noticing, finally. She turned slightly from the mirror and undressed. She stepped into the shower and turned on the water. She let the hot water hit her as her mind traveled. She was going to be Head Girl; her 7th year was going to be her year to shine. She began washing her hair, the scent filled her bathroom.
Once she was done, she stepped out of the shower and put a towel around her. She stepped out of the bathroom and walked up to her walk-in closet. She opened the door and stepped inside. She quickly found knickers, green short-shorts, and a white tank top. She walked back into the bathroom. After she dried off, she pulled on her knickers, short-shorts, and tank top. She stepped back in front of the mirror and grabbed her hairbrush. She began brushing her hair and once it was untangled, she picked up the blow dryer. She turned it on high and began to blow dry her hair.
She walked out of the bathroom, got into bed, and fell asleep.
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Chloe and Blaise walked up to the door of Malfoy Manor. Blaise opened the door, without knocking, for Chloe. She walked into the entrance hall followed by Blaise.
'Where in bloody hell is Draco?' Blaise thought. He grabbed Chloe's hand and led her to the Grand Ballroom, one of the four the manor had. He opened the door to the ballroom and led Chloe inside. They walked through the large mass of people looking for Draco. Blaise spotted him at the back of the room, butter beer in hand.
"Hello Draco, ready for Operation Break-Up?" Blaise asked, smirking the entire time.
"Blaise, bugger off and let me attend to my business." Draco said with an annoyed tone.
"Hello Draco, nice to see you again." Chloe said.
"Chloe, I saw you two and a half hours ago, you do live next door." He said matter-of-factly.
"Draco, when next door is acres away I see less of you than I do my parents." Chloe said, a bit of sarcasm in her tone.
"Well for the amount of time your parents are home, that is quite shocking." Draco said, smirking.
"Touché" Chloe replied.
"By the way, when is she coming home?" Draco said with a hopeful glint in his eyes, the smirk disappearing immediately.
"Soon," Chloe answered, "very soon."
"Good, I don't know if I can wait any longer, I've had to act like I hate her for too long. I need to make things right." Draco said, looking like a love-sick puppy.
"Draco, stop that! People are beginning to stare." Blaise said through gritted teeth.
Draco looked around the room, giving everyone staring at him the evil eye. As quickly as everyone began to stare, they turned back to their previous conversations. Draco turned back to Blaise and Chloe, "Now, if you two lovebirds don't mind, I have business to attend to," he said straightening out his robes and walking away from his two friends.
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Hermione awoke the next morning feeling refreshed. She grabbed the IPod remote and turned it on. 'The Only Difference between Martyrdom and Suicide Is Press Coverage' by Panic! At the Disco began to play. She pushed her sheets back and got up.
She walked to her closet and searched for the perfect outfit. She pulled out a black Three Days Grace shirt and low-rise jeans. She also got some black flip-flops. She walked into the bathroom and got dressed. She turned to the mirror and brushed her hair. Once it was perfect she did her make-up. She applied base, eye liner, blush, eye shadow, mascara, and lip gloss.
She walked out of the bathroom and began packing everything. Once she was done she grabbed her purse and put in her mobile and IPod. She left her suitcase in her room and walked to the elevator. She stepped inside and pressed the button for the ground floor. She heard the ding and she stepped out of the elevator. She began her walk to the restaurant but was quickly cut off by her parents.
"Hello Hermione, how did you sleep?" her father asked her.
"Fine, are we leaving soon?" Hermione asked her parents.
"We're leaving right now, but Darling, do go ahead of us, we'll meet you in Diagon Alley in about an hour." Her mother said, tears forming in her eyes.
"Mom, is everything alright? Did Grandmother die?" Hermione asked, trying frantically to get answers.
"No honey, just stupid contacts acting up again." Her mother lied.
"Oh, okay, well I'll see you in an hour." Hermione said quickly going out to the street.
She walked down the streets of muggle London in a daze. She finally came to the pub and walked inside. Hermione ignored all the cat calls coming from the men in the pub and walked through the back wall leading to Diagon Alley.
She began walking down the street and once again someone cut her off.
'What is this, cut off Hermione day?' she wondered, now fully annoyed. She looked up at the people who cut her off this time. 'Oh, as if my day couldn't get worse!' she screamed in her head.
"Zabini, unknown little person." Hermione greeted, not caring enough to notice the short girl fuming. Hermione began to wonder how tall this girl actually was. She guessed about 5'2" tall. She seemed really short with Blaise Zabini standing there at 6'4" tall.
"The name is Chloe Abernaise, Mya." The short girl named Chloe said. Hermione looked her over; she had hazel eyes and brown hair. She looked very similar to Hermione only shorter.
"My mistake. Wait-what did you just call me?" Hermione questioned.
"Mya, duh it is your name." This time it was Blaise Zabini who spoke. The Italian boy, or Italian Stallion, as most girls called him, towered over both her and Chloe. He had deep blue eyes and had an olive skin tone. Hermione would have thought he was cute, except he was her archenemy's best friend.
"Mya, you have to come with us." Chloe said, grabbing Hermione's arm.
"I'm not going anywhere with you!" Hermione screamed at Blaise and Chloe.
"Mya, we can do this the easy way or the hard way, got that?"
"Yeah I got it, and stop calling me Mya. You know my name Zabini." She said giving him an evil glare.
"Yeah I do, and it's Mya. Just come with us and we'll explain later." Blaise said, getting annoyed.
"Why should I?" Hermione questioned.
"Your family." Chloe said.
"You wouldn't." Hermione said.
"Oh, that's what you think." Blaise snorted.
"Fine, where are you taking me?" Hermione asked, scared for about two seconds.
"We're taking you to…."
A/N: Cliffhanger….Review so I know you like it…Praise is appreciated…Criticism is wanted…Just tell me how you feel or give me ideas. Love Ya TONS!!!
Emily