A/N: Hi! This is my first ever Dramione FanFiction but not my first time absolutely loving them. Anyway back to point! A few things are different about this, some you will find out later but *trumpet flares*

~ Hogwarts closed when Dumbledore died and so it's sort of like how schooling would have been if the war had never happened, all of Harry's year is still in their Seventh year.

~ Blaise Zabini is both, I guess, in this fic. Some put him as of African descent and some of Italian and so Blaise Zabini has an Italian mother and African father :)

~ Lucius Malfoy is in Azkaban and the ministry is trying to find a cure for the dark mark.

~Undecided if Snape is alive or not.

Hermione was walking down the hall, fuming over the fact that she could not find the one man she had not even dreamt (more like nightmares, she snarled to herself) looking for. Draco Malfoy; ex-death eater, bigot, bully, sort-of-ex-enemy to one of her best friends Harry Potter and unfortunately... Head Boy - to match her Head Girl. Not even the 7th year Slytherins knew where he was, although Blaise Zabini did pause for a considerable time before answering. Hermione was so deep in thought that she almost ran into the messenger waiting out the Head Dorm portrait, a Dragon with gold scales and Silver eyes.

The messenger was a 4th year that Hermione had helped find the Ravenclaw dormitory in his first year. He was bouncing on the balls of his feet, anxious to deliver his message and be off.
"By Merlin, you're finally here!" The Boy gave her a grateful grin. She couldn't help but grin eagerly back at him, his mood was certainly infectious.
"What have you got for me...? Uh..." Hermione trailed off, never having asked the name of the boy in front of her.
"Richard Davies! We met four years ago!" He responded while handing her a scroll. "I think I saw him in the Owlery, Hermione!" Richard told her while walking off.
"What? Who?" she called out after him but the only response she got was from a painting of an old woman.
"Don't worry dear, you'll find out in time I'm sure!" Hermione turned to thank the painting but soon saw that the woman had fallen asleep. Standing in front the Dragon she waited for it to unravel itself.

"Evening Dontae." she spoke pleasantly to the Dragon that had grown to like her. Dontae had doted on Draco the second they met. It had been no surprise for Hermione of course, Draco meaning Dragon in Latin, Dontae in turn had loathed Hermione, like Draco, until she had asked him approval on the 10,000 word essay on a magnificent and dangerous creature of their choice for Care of Magical Creatures class. Dontae blinked his silver eyes at her and nodded regally at her greeting. "Veritas ad vitam spe."
At a swish of the golden dragon's tail the portrait swung open.

The room was grand, decorated with the colours of all houses; the common-room was green with a gold feature wall. The bathroom was in the colours of Rowena Ravenclaw herself, blue and bronze. The Kitchen was designed in the colours of Huffelpuff's yellow and black, actually it was only the bedrooms that hadn't been coloured. Both Heads had been able to bewitch their rooms to a colour of their choice; bored of the plain colours Hermione had bewitched the walls to change colours every hour. Hermione sighed and collapsed into the nearest chair of silver and red, tapping the scroll with her wand she waited for it to unravel.

The scroll was parchment, the ink green and in the handwriting of the Headmistress herself.

'Hermione and Draco
Both of you are needed in my office at exactly 8:45 pm.

The matter is important and to be discussed with no-one.
The Password to reach the room is Incantation.
Sincerely yours
Professor McGonagall
Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. '

Hermione shot out of the chair, all weariness of that day gone. She looked to-wards the grandfather clock for the time and almost screamed at the sight.
"8:20" Hermione whispered to herself. The Owlery, it all made sense now. She rushed out the door, only stopping to retrieve her wand and bid Dontae goodbye. It was twelve minutes to the second that Hermione arrived upon the tower, she would never admit it but she could have wept tears of relief at the sight of Draco standing by the edge stroking his eagle. Obsidian, Harry's new black owl, swooped down to greet her, giving a gentle hoot and nibbling at her ear before taking her treat and flying back to rest. Hermione turned back to Draco, surprised as she saw him watching Obsidian flying away and in turn released his own bird to return back.
"What is it you're here for?" Draco sighed, breaking the silence first. Something about him was different, sad perhaps. "Well?" he asked with one eyebrow raised. Hermione handed him the letter and watched him read it.
"We have around fifteen minutes to get there." Hermione said as she turned for the door, "coming?"

It was thirteen minutes and Forty-five seconds later that both Draco and Hermione stood outside the pillars marking the entrance to the Headmistresses office.
"Incantation" Hermione said as evenly as she could, both Heads still recovering from the run of two flights of stairs and three passage ways. The stairway was revealed to them, and both quickly stepped inside and waited for the pillar to move them up.

Two raps on the door, as was Draco's style, later both Draco and Hermione were seated in front of Headmistress McGonagall and a strange man who Hermione recognised as an Auror from the war. The Headmistress looked down at the both as she stood, as though planning very carefully how she would reveal her next words to them.

"Both of you were chosen as Head Boy and Girl for your outstanding knowledge, bravery, ability and experience. You two have equally shown proof of these in your deeds as Leaders of the school as well as role models for all Houses. Unfortunately I have one more thing to ask of you." she paused as the man standing behind her students went red at the end of her speech. "Yes?" she asked him.

"These... These... These KIDS." the man roared, outraged.
"Yes, these young adults, whom could beat you in both practical and theory tests as well as in a real life situation. Do I need remind you that this girl is Hermione Jean Granger, one third of the Golden Trio who spent all of last year searching for a way to destroy Voldemort, something no Auror ever came close to achieving, who is also known as the brightest witch her age? As well as the man sitting next to her, Draco Malfoy, the same Draco Malfoy who managed to overcome enraged Death Eaters who tried to assassinate his whole family after the death of Voldemort, oversee his family affairs while his father was on trial and yet still manage to get the second best scores of all students ever."

The man looked a Draco in distaste.
"Only second? Only second to who?" He snarled.
"Albus Dumbledore!" All three declared at once, with equal distaste for the man before them.
"Then how it SHE!" he bellowed pointed at Hermione quite threateningly, "the brightest witch of her age!" Draco was suddenly standing and made point of knocking the man's arm aside.
"We are both second on that list, each earning the exact same scores for our OWLs and practice NEWT's." Draco half sneered at the man, "I remember Lucius once telling me that you had upset your mother with a score of 142, how disappointing." he remarked.

The man, Jenkens if Hermione's memory served her correct, opened his mouth and spluttered a few syllables before glaring at them all, declaring to McGonagall that she could "Deal with the situation however you like, just don't bother looking for me when it doesn't work!" and flooed out within the minute.

McGonagall looked slightly flustered as she turned back to the two students staring at her curiously.
"As I was saying, even though you two have been through a lot, you are needed one more time. We have been sent word of a girl, not yet fourteen, whose parents, muggles, have denied her schooling at Hogwarts, not believing the letters and as it was during a time where no-one could be spared, she has no knowledge of her magical abilities and this could mean disaster to all near her." Hermione nodded taking all the information in and making sure to remember it all.

"But surely you don't need me!" Draco said, shocked. McGonagall didn't look surprised. "I mean, if she's a muggleborn, a girl and living in the muggle world wouldn't Granger be more suited to this task!"

McGonagall nodded at him but only seemed to be waiting for him to finish.

"Unfortunately, Mr Malfoy, this situation is not so simple. This could easily be more your family area then Miss Granger's. First, let me ask you a question. What happened to the closest family friends of you own mother?" Professor McGonagall raised her own eyebrow and Draco stiffened under her look.

"I came home and my mother had only that day that the Padfoot's had been murdered by muggleborns, searching for vengeance. If it hadn't been for my efforts and my mother's fragility Father would have been the first to hunt them down." Draco spat out. Professor McGonagall nodded.

"That's not what happened, Mr Malfoy." Draco's head shot up at her words and Hermione saw that his eyes were rimmed red. But no, she shook her head slightly, she didn't feel remorse for Malfoy. "A simple memory charm found out that two death eaters killed them when they tried to escape the life they were living only two years after Voldemort was believed to be killed by Harry." Hermione watched Draco drink in every word as though it was salvation. "This is where our story thickens; this girl is pureblood, adopted by a muggle family who has never believed in magic and perhaps never will."

Behind Hermione's chair the fireplace spewed forth green, and a leg stepped through. The Professor turned and smiled warmly at the woman stepping through the fireplace. Narcissa Malfoy stepped regally into the room.

"Mother?" Draco gasped, as far as he was concerned this day was worse off than it began. "What in the world is going on here?" The woman in question walked past, barely stopping to pat him on the arm. She walked past both Heads and clasped Professor McGonagall's hands in her own.

"Tell me all you have said is true, even though the tree doesn't lie, tell me!" Narcissa was almost begging to have confirmed what she heard to be true.
"The girl you are to be looking for is the daughter of Abraxas and Violetta Padfoot." Professor McGonagall said as she sat Narcissa Malfoy down in the last remaining chair.

"Georgiana" Narcissa breathed, content.

A/N:

Sorry, just this.

The Latin of Veritas ad Vitam Spe = The Hope of Truth to Life.

Hope You Enjoyed Reading,