A/N: Okay guys. Another story. I will be updating I'll Put a Spell on You, just not right now. Inspiration hit, and not the good kind, but the bad kind. Instead of inspiration for the stories I've started already, it was new story inspiration. I hope you like it, and that you review it. I may or may not be updating "It should never have happened." 9 reviews. I asked for 10, and I guess no one wants to be the 10th person, so I guess that story sucks. Oh well. Read and enjoy. (AND REVIEW!)

The first thought that entered her mind when she woke up was safe; the second thought was warmth. She had not yet opened her eyes as she was at the ending of a very delicious dream in which two men were laving attention and other things (!) upon her. She turned to move and found herself colliding with something. No wait, make that someone. Her eyes snapped open and she pulled herself up towards where she assumed her headboard was located. Her back connected with the cool cherry colored wood and she looked down. noticing first her clothed status she sighed with relief. Next she noticed not one but two figures on either side of her legs. They were slowly stirring; both noticing the lack of heat on one side of their bodies. Two identical expressions looked up at her, though their faces were certainly nowhere near similar.

"Hermione...?"

"Sorry boys; it still scares me when I wake up with you guys there." she replied. "Of course I would rather have you there and not somewhere else though" she added when she saw their downcast eyes.

"I know Mi" Harry said. He turned over so he was now facing her legs. "Mornin' Malfoy."

Hermione's head swiveled to look at the boy who was so recently spooning her. "Good Morning Draco" she spoke softly. She never was able to still call him Malfoy after the incident. She felt it improper.

Draco leaned up and kissed her cheek. "Morning" he said. He then proceeded to roll off the bed and head towards the bathroom. He turned and looked at Harry and Hermione in the bed and spoke once more.

"Shotgun on the shower!"

Hermione and Harry scrambled out of bed in a vain attempt to get in the bathroom, but it was to no avail. With a smirk and a wink, Draco closed the bathroom door in both of their faces.

The three teenagers then skipped down from the makeshift Heads Common Room. Okay, Hermione skipped and the two boys grumbled about her being so damned chipper in the morning. The original Heads common room was decimated in the first attack on Hogwarts. That came at the beginning of the school year when everyone was just getting settled into their routine. Hermione's skipping slowed down to a slow walk as her mind began to wander to that fateful day…

FLASHBACK

"Hermione! Noooo!" Harry screamed dashing towards his best friend. She was squaring off against Crabbe, who while he did not know many curses or hexes, used his brute force against her. They were inside the Heads Common Room, and Harry was upstairs after killing Aiden Ayer and his father. He felt rather than heard Hermione's pain and immediately ran to help her, unfortunately for Hermione it was not before Crabbe was able to put the cruciatus curse on her. Harry got in position to stun the behemoth student, but never uttered the curse.

"Petrificus Totalus" came a strong voice from behind the both of them.

Harry and Hermione both turned to look at Draco Malfoy. Shock was written quite clearly across their faces. They didn't stare long however, as at that moment the bloodcurdling scream of Padma Patil was heard throughout the common room, and everyone went still; deatheaters and students alike. Thinking quickly, Harry turned to where Voldemort was standing; watching his deatheaters attack the students of Hogwarts and sent the killing curse his way. Well, not exactly the killing curse, but a curse he and Hermione had come up with to kill Voldemort. A regular killing curse wouldn't work, but a killing curse mixed with an eternal love curse would. Harry didn't really understand how it would work. Hermione knew though, and if Harry knew one thing, it was that Hermione is always right.

The curse hit with a deadly accuracy, causing Voldemort to crumple to the floor and many of his deatheaters to run to his aid; one deatheater in particular: Lucius Malfoy. Getting to his lord the fastest he grabbed for his body to hold him up. As soon as his hand touched his Lord's, he began to shriek in pain. His hand was now fusing with the body of his Lord. What the spell was doing to Voldemort's body, it was able to do to everyone that touched him. This was not a side effect Hermione or Harry predicted, but Harry was happy it was one. It was taking down Lucius Malfoy as well as Voldemort. One couldn't ask for a better spell in Harry's opinion.

With Voldemort crumbling, and Lucius melding with him, the deatheaters realized the battle was lost. Quickly trying to apparate out of Hogwarts, they found themselves stuck. Not only were they stuck from apparating, they couldn't move physically either! It was as though their bodies had been glued to their spots. Rather than give up the fight, they started spouting off spells left and right at the students. Draco ran in front of a particularly nasty cruciatus curse that was aimed at Hermione. Falling to the floor, he writhed in pain, but didn't cry out. He wouldn't give his Aunt Bella the satisfaction of hearing the screams she was hoping so desperately to wrench out from her blood traitor of a nephew since he had thrown himself in front of her curse.

There was another scream, and Hermione knew it was Padma's voice. She ran towards where she heard the voice from and found Padma Patil up against a wall, dangling from magical chains hanging from the ceiling. Her body was completely unrecognizable through the blood and entrails spattered over her clothes. Goyle Sr. stood slightly to the left of her, wand in one hand, and the blunt end of a muggle knife in the other. The sharp end however; was currently buried between the ribcages of the Ravenclaw Head Girl. Hermione was shaken from her observation by another cry from the bloodied girl and quickly stunned and killed the deatheater. Rushing to the girl's aid, she undid the magical locks with a quick spell and caught Padma when she crumpled to the ground. A few healing spells would be needed before she could move Padma to the hospital wing. She used a spell to close the gaping wound in her abdomen and performed a few pain relieving charms before lifting her up and heading out of the room.

END FLASHBACK

Hermione was shaken from her thoughts to find two boys staring intently at her from above. 'Wait…above? Why am I on the floor? What just happened?'

"Hermione, love, are you alright?" Draco asked; concern evident in his tone of voice.

"I'm fine. Just a little dizzy is all. Help me up will you?" she replied.

Both boys reached for her and pulled her to her feet with little effort.

"You gave us a right scare there H'Mione" Harry said. "Draco here shrieked like a girl."

"I think you'll find it was more of a bellow." Draco replied still staring at Hermione. (A/N: BTVS!)

Hermione started to laugh. "I'm fine guys really. Just a dizzy spell. I get them from time to time. I just need to eat something and I'll feel better."

She started off towards the Great Hall again and motioned for the two boys to follow her. "Afterwards, I am going to go and visit Padma. See if there is any change. Madam Pomfrey was optimistic about her recovery. She's been showing slight changes and she thinks that today might be the day that Padma awakens."

Both boys nodded their assent and claimed their intent to join her. The loss they felt for their friend was evident even though they had only known each other a few short weeks. Solidifying the plans for later, they entered the Great Hall and walked to a table. Since the war Dumbledore had proclaimed that House Tables were no longer needed and made many small tables for students to sit at. He claimed it was for unity, but Hermione had a feeling it had more to do with the fact that with the amount of surviving students left, there was just too much empty space at each of the house tables.

Harry and Draco found a nearly empty table towards the front of the Great Hall. A few small Hufflepuffs were sitting there already, but they took one look at the unlikely trio and moved quickly to another table. Hermione looked confused at their actions. Normally people were pushing and shoving to sit with the three "heroes" of the ill fated and short lived war. This was highly unusual, and Hermione didn't know whether to feel upset that she was shunned, or relieved that they didn't have to tell the story all over again. She settled for relieved as the Headmaster stood up to begin the breakfast.

"Welcome children. Tonight we are partaking in a very special occasion. We are partaking in the tradition that muggles call a 'birthday party'. Hermione Granger, please stand up."

Suddenly it hit Hermione what day it was. Today was her 18th birthday. She slowly stood up, glancing down at the two boys on either side of her. Just as she thought; wicked grins on the both of their faces; completely identical. Light and dark. 'Ironic isn't it. Harry's dark hair and dark green eyes; Draco's blond hair and crystal clear silver eyes. You'd think Harry would have been the dark wizard…yet…'

"…in celebration we will be holding a ball in her honor." Whoa, what? That statement definitely brought Hermione's attention back to the matter at hand.

"A ball! We're having a ball for that filths birthday!"

Hermione winced at the sound of Pansy's voice ringing through the Great Hall.

"Sit down and shut up Parkinson" yelled Blaise Zabini, another 7th year Slytherin. After saying this, he got up and moved to the seat next to Draco.

"Thanks man." Draco whispered to Blaise.

"Don't mention it. Chit needs to be put in her place." Blaise replied.

"I refuse to attend any ball that celebrates a mudbloods day of birth" Pansy retorted.

"Good then, you won't come. Looks like everyone's wishes are coming true today." Draco replied.

Pansy looked appalled at the retort Draco directed at her. It was well known throughout the school that Pansy considered Draco to be her property. Hell, it was written all over the walls in the girl's bathroom. Granted, each night the house elves washed them away, but miraculously they appeared again and again. She stood there, gaping like a fish at the trio's table.

"Parkinson, close that mouth or I'll close it for you" stated Draco.

Doing so, she quickly sat back down and resumed looking at her hands in her lap. Murmuring to herself about lying boyfriends and Mudblood whores, she contemplated her state of affairs. What she came up with was a very sad state indeed.

"Now, there will be absolutely none of that. Tonight is a special occasion, and while there is no need to participate, I hope you will all join us for our Hermione's day of birth party." Dumbledore continued, bringing everyone's attention back on him. "Today shall be a full Hogsmeade day. The carriages will be leaving in an hour and once every two hours after that. There will be no classes tomorrow nor the next day as it is a Friday and you should have a long weekend after all we have been through this past week." Cheers went up from all the tables at this statement. "Now everyone eat, and have fun today!"

"H'Mione…H'Mione…H'MIONE!"

"What Harry?"

"You can sit down and eat now." He replied smiling sweetly up at her.

"Oh right. Sorry about that. So, what do you want to do today at Hogsmeade?" she asked.

"Oh well, first Draco and I thought…"

Harry never got to finish his though because at that moment Luna Lovegood appeared at Hermione's side squealing as only she could.

"Herm! Are you going to Hogsmeade? Of course you are, what am I saying? It's your birthday. Did you know? I mean of course you knew, but did you know about the party tonight? Do you have a dress? If you don't we can go dress shopping, seeing as I don't have a dress, or rather I do, but not a dress that I would want to wear to such a momentous occasion…"

Luna was cut off in the middle of her sentence by none other than Hermione's hand.

"Luna, I am, I do, I didn't, I don't. Does that cover about everything?

Luna nodded her head, Hermione's hand still attached to her face.

"Buf duff it cuffer all uff the poimfs of tofay?" Luna asked.

"What?"

Luna pulled Hermione's hand down, and restated "But does that cover all the points of today. I mean, there are so many other things to consider like makeup, and bathing toiletries, and music, and jewelery…"

Hermione's hand shot up again to cover Luna's mouth. "Luna. I appreciate this really I do, but honestly. I don't need all that. It's one party. I can wear my dress robes from the Yule Ball, and just put my hair up in a bun. And if you go off on any more tangents, I will never remove my hand. Understand?" Hermione smiled to let her know she was kidding.

"I know. I'm sorry. I got carried away, it's just that your 18. That's so exciting. I wish I were 18…I know, I know, off subject, but still. You are coming with me today missy. Whether you want to or not."

Hermione began to protest.

"It's final missy. And that's that."

Next Chap: Hogsmeade visit. : )

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