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Hermione is about 18, by the way. Everyone, not Slytherins, went back to do their NEWT's at Hogwarts, after the war. It was based on things they learnt in the previous years and things/spells they learnt in the war. Most Slytherins did their NEWT's at home. Anyways, on to the story…


When I graduated from Hogwarts (after the war), I was at arms at what to do next. All my life I had been planing my future, but, as if simultaneity, all my dreams fled from my head. I could've done whatever I wanted with my track record of O's but I still wanted to further my education. I still had so much to learn.

Spencer College was, is and probably will always be known for having most of the world's greatest minds, and wizards attend there. The only problem was, the attendance fee was a lot more than I could ever afford and they only offer 3 full scholarships for each year. That is why, at 3 in the fricken morning, I was stuck inside a stuffy room, crammed with unattended chairs.

Don't be decepted by the lack of people though. There were a few hundred people, at least, who had already been interviewed. I had been waiting for 10 hours and didn't sleep a wink. I mean, what if I did accidentally fall asleep then miss it?

I had completely memorised my talking points so much that I'll remember them for the rest of my life.

A very tired secretory opened the door and yawned before she called out for the next interviewee, "Fielding, Henry. You're up."

352 down. Nearlt done now. I looked around. There was only me and some blonde guy left.

My lip was almost blue from constantly bitting it nervously, and I shakingly went though my notes for the thousandth time.

How could that guy not be nervous? Or so good at hiding it all? He was just sitting there, staring at the dimly lighted wall. He looked so familiar.

Ten minutes later…

The secretory opened the door yet again, moving so slowly, she looked ghost-like, and called out for the next person. "Malfoy, Draco. You're next."

"MALFOY!?!?! What the hell are you doing here?!?" I turned to him in surprisement. Why does he need a scholarship? Isn't he a billionaire?

His face stared at me in confusement before realisation hit him.

"Granger. Nice to see you again." The sarcasm was so thick you could cut it with a knife. He glided after the secretory in that way that is so annoying smooth compared to my own stumbly walk.

For whatever reason Malfoy was really there, it was definitely not to my advantage. He was second, very closely though, to me in every subject I did back at Hogwarts, (except for Potions), and for the very few subjects that he took and I didn't, he was first by far. I'm almost positive he got O's in every subject, just like me.

Crap.