A/N: Hello! And welcome back! So yeah, here's the remade 'Living Each Other's Lives'. The chapters will be relatively the same to those in my old story (to those who are confused, I wrote two short chapters on this story, but decided to delete them because I didn't think they were that good).

Hermione took a deep breath, and stepped onto the train lugging her suitcase behind her. Usually, she would have Crookshanks on her shoulder, or balancing on her luggage, but she decided to leave him at home for once. Anyway, it wasn't like there was going to be any unexpected visitors. At least, that's what she thought. Hermione scanned the carriages, and her face brightened as she saw Ron and Harry gesture her over to the carriage they were sitting in. Smoothing down her hair (to no avail) she opened the door, and then sat down.

"Hermione!" Harry said, smiling. "How're you?" He asked. She grinned.

"Fine, just fine." She smiled at Ron, who also greeted her. Thank God there was no awkwardness between them anymore. Their relationship was over quicker than you could say 'butterbeer'. They sat back and rested in a peaceful silence. A new start. A new year. A reset. A new leaf to turn over, to try and smooth over what had once happened, to try and heal the scars the war had scratched over everyone, even those who were on the wrong side. Speaking of people who were on the wrong side, Hermione lifted her eyes to see Draco Malfoy walk across their carriage. His eyes flickered towards hers, and they held each other's gazes, unsure if they should insult each other or ignore each other. Before Hermione could do either, his head swished away, and he continued to walk down to wherever his designated carriage was. Hermione let herself exhale, and noticed she felt oddly at unease. She tried to shrug out of it, but there was such a high level of hidden emotions in Draco's eyes, it made Hermione wonder what exactly he was hiding. She pursed her lips and felt irritated. Stupid ferret, and his annoying way of doing things.

"Hey," Ron said, breaking the silence. "Did you hear the rumour that's going around?" Harry and Hermione leant forward, and shook their heads. Ron continued. "Well, apparently Dumbledore (yes, I've decided he's still in the story.) has this new program going on that makes a pure-blood stay at a muggle-born's, and vice versa." Harry snorted.

"What kind of rumour is that?" He scoffed. "I mean, it's plausible, but it's totally random. Why now of all times?" He finished. Ron and Hermione glanced at each other.

"Well, the war's over now. He might, if the rumour's even true, be trying to make a new start." Hermione put forward. Both boys shrugged.

"And anyway, what happens to the half-bloods, like me?" Harry interjected. Ron shrugged.

"Like I said, it's just a rumour going around." Ron said. Hermione nodded.

"They're called rumours for a reason. Rumours are usually never true." Hermione said firmly. She had a feeling she was trying to convince herself more than the two teenagers in front of her.

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As usual, the students of the last year made their way for an assembly before they had dinner, and then bed. Hermione checked behind her for Harry, Ron and Ginny and then sat down. She felt the wooden bench underneath a fingertip and felt relief course through her. She was back where she belonged. Her home, Hogwarts. They all heard a cough, and turned to see Dumbledore behind his stand. The audience turned their attention to him.

"Welcome back, students." He said warmly, regarding all of them with a twinkling eye. "I hope you're all well rested from recent events, but I also have some exciting news!" He paused, and Hermione quickly glanced at Ron, as both of them thought of the same thing. "I, along with other professors, are introducing a program, called 'Living Each Others Lives'. This requires a 'pure-blooded' wizard to stay in the hospitality of a muggle-born, and vice-versa." A buzz of murmuring swept like a tidal wave over all the students. Why on Earth weren't they told this? Dumbledore cleared his throat, and the murmuring died down. "Of course, we have been planning this for quite a while, so we have already got your parents or carers consent. If you aren't allowed to go, you will be paired with a half-blood, or stay at school and learn from a half-blood what the muggle world is like." He said slowly, obviously hoping the students weren't too shocked. "Well, I hope this news is more exciting than shocking. Please let yourself absorb it. Oh, you will also meet your partner and have at least a week and a few days planning your three week stay (this elicited a few more gasps and murmurs), and to also get to know each other." It almost felt as if Dumbledore had glanced at Hermione when he'd said that. The feast before bed was halting, and full of questions. Hermione left with Ginny, both of them discussing the upcoming trip.

"Who do you think you'll be paired with?" Hermione asked, as Ginny was pure-blooded. Ginny shrugged.

"I'm really not sure, but I hope it's a girl." Ginny replied, and then grinned. "Hey, what if I got you?" Hermione shook her head and chuckled.

"That'd be too easy." Hermione smiled. On their way to the staircase, both of them crossed paths with Draco Malfoy. Draco lifted his head and for just a few seconds while they walked towards each other, both of their eyes clicked together, and they regarded each other almost carefully, before Hermione sent him a look, her eyes narrowed. She almost wanted to take it back, but opposed to what she thought would happen, it almost looked like Draco smirked at her, almost like he was trying not to laugh as if he was seeing a child throw a tantrum, before his eyes turned away, the light catching his grey eyes. All of it was over in a matter of seconds, and they carried on walking. Draco, pureblood. Me, muggle-born. Hermione's brain connected slowly, and a new-found fear crawled and lodged itself into her brain. What if she got paired with Draco Malfoy of all people?

A/N: Did you like the little teaser? I'm going to try and slow down the progression between the two of them, because in the last story I made, it feels like I made Draco nice and sugary-sweet much too fast. Oh, and I won't paint Hermione as the idiot in this story, haha. Review with feedback if you have the time! :D