Story: Veela Draco/Hermione
Chapter 1:
Draco POV
I could feel the beads of sweat pouring down my back as I awoke from my fitful slumber. Could it be? Could she be the one? Surely not… she is a mud-muggleborn… Wait why couldn't I call her a m-mudblood? Why does it pain me to even think of her as inferior now? She couldn't be. She can't be. It's not possible.
Normal (3rdPerson) POV
With the blazing sun glaring down at her, Hermione looked out to the open sky anxiously waiting for her Hogwarts owl. Her whole life had been ripped to shambles with the war, her parents lost in Australia… unable to be recovered. Yes, the light side had been victorious but at what cost? Hundreds of lives gone. Gone. The only thing keeping her sanity intact was simply knowing that she still had family in Harry despite Ron's recent actions. Ronald Weasley. Why the nerve of that cheating bastard. How dare he cheat on her and then blame it on her "prudeness". Was she really that bad? Should she have given in to his tireless pleas to succumb to the sensual world of pleasure and debauchery? No. He was wrong. Her values, attitudes and beliefs stood for something greater than simply hedonism. It stood for purity. She believed in soul mates and the honesty of such a relationship. There may have been a time when Ron could have been her one and only yet now she dare not even think of any kind of relationship past friendship with him. He had betrayed her. That was final.
Her thoughts snapped to a close as she finally chanced upon the long awaited owl. As the letter dropped in her hand she could only begin to wonder about the year to come.
Dear Ms. Granger,
We are please to inform you that you have been invited to return to Hogwarts as a member of a temporary Eighth Year class. This class was specifically designed for those that were unable to sit NEWTs due to the war. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Furthermore, due to your exemplary behavior as a student and prefect of Gryffindor at Hogwarts, the staff at Hogwarts has chosen to elect you as Head Girl. Congratulations Hermione, I am very proud of you as I am sure your parents would have been.
Term begins on the 1st of September. We await your owl by no later than the 31st of July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Headmistress of Hogwarts
Relief. Pure and utter relief. Her years of constant focus and determination had paid off after all. She, Hermione Granger, muggleborn extraordinaire, best friend of Harry Potter is Head Girl. Confusion seeped in as she realized that neither Harry nor Ron had chosen to continue their studies at Hogwarts after being offered positions as Aurors by the Ministry of Magic. Who would be Head Boy? With that final thought she let relaxation take over, after all what was the worst that could happen?