Chapter 1- Returning
A/N: This is my first attempt at writing a Dramione fanfiction, and my second ever fanfiction, so it might not turn out great. I'm just trying out new ideas, and so I decided...Draco and Hermione... let's give it a try. So its like an experiment to me. It'll be great if you would read it and review it to tell me how you think it is.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Harry Potter. That belongs to J.K. Rowling. I am not her, so therefore, I do not own the wonderful world of Harry Potter.
Hermione Granger bid her parents, Jean and Ian, farewell as she approached the barrier which would lead to Platform 9 ¾ at King's Cross station. She cheerfully hugged each of them, promising to send them owls during her term.
As she ran toward the barrier, she felt a deep sadness at having to leave her parents again. After the war, she had travelled to Australia with Ron and Harry to find her parents and restore the memories. They had been successful, but now Hermione felt guilty at having to leave them so soon.
She looked around to find her friends, who had decided to return to Hogwarts with her after much thought, and found them huddled together by the scarlet
Hogwarts Express. She ran over to them and tapped Ginny lightly on the shoulder.
"Hey," Ginny said, appearing delighted that Hermione had arrived.
Hermione smiled at Ginny and turned to Ron, "How do you feel about your little baby sister attending Hogwarts in the same year as you?"
Harry tried to supress the urge to laugh as Ron's ear began to turn a faint red.
Hermione looked around at the group. Neville was laughing at something that Ron had said. Neville. He had changed a lot in the last year. No longer was he the plump, forgetful boy they had met in their first year. Now, he was confident and his once dismal magical abilities had improved to challenge even Ron's magical abilities, though Herbology was still his strongest subject. Luna was still as dreamy as before and still supported the views of her father. But Hermione no longer thought of her as some kind of weirdo, instead treating her comments with respect, because she realised many of the things Luna Lovegood were true, and wise. Ginny and Luna were now in the same year as the others, as they were considered to be continuing normal education, while Ron, Harry, Hermione and Neville were considered to be repeating a year of school.
The castle had been magically repaired after the last battle, and was back to its former grandeur. Hermione looked around the station, there were first years who were being hugged and comforted by their parents, and students like them who had returned to repeat a year due to the disruption the war caused.
"Hermione, Hermione!"
A hand waved in front of Hermione's face, pulling her out of her thoughts. She found the owner of the hand and voice to be Ginny's.
"Yes?"
"Well, I thought you would be made Head Girl this year… are you?"
Hermione jumped, "Oh, Merlin! I forgot. Yes, I am actually," she revealed, smiling fondly at the memory of receiving the normal owl, but with a Head Girl's badge.
"Good job, Hermione!" Ron grinned, the colour from her ears gone by now.
"Of course it isn't surprising really…"
Hermione's mind drifted off as I thought about those who died defending Hogwarts and their beliefs. She thought of Lavender Brown, who she shared once shared a dormitory with, and was thankful that she was a Head Girl, so she would be living in the Head dorms. She didn't want to be reminded of Lavender's death when she slept in the dormitory, without Lavender, who she had grown accustomed to waking up and sleeping next to.
Some of the people here had already attended their seventh year during the war, like Neville, but had decided that their last year of education was dismal and wanted to try it again, learning the proper material, instead of the twisted material taught from the perspective of Death Eaters. The teachers against the Dark side had no choice but to teach the magic which Snape had ordered them to.
A horn blasted somewhere, startling Hermione, who was grabbing at her wand, until she realised it was just the signal that they should board the train now. She sighed in relief, and thinking to herself that a year on the run could really change the way you acted and thought. She thought of Mad-Eye Moody's imposter, and how he taught them to be constantly alert.
"Hermione, you go to the Head compartment, and we'll save a spot for you somewhere on ours, okay?" said Harry as they rushed off to find an empty compartment.
Hermione sighed and made her way to the Head compartment, wondering who was the Head Boy, hoping desperately that they weren't in Slytherin. She stepped into the still empty Head compartment and sat down while she waited for everyone to arrive.
She didn't have to wait long, and soon the cabin door opened to reveal the Head Boy. A sense of dread washed over her.