Alrighty then! We'll start off with things that are different in this story and then head on to the story.
- It's their seventh year, instead of fifth.
- After the War
- Dumbledore didn't die, just kind of laid low until the Final Battle
- Blaise won't change a whole lot from the original story.
- I am winging it.
Alright, that's seems enough, anything else I'll try to explain in the story.
"Arguing, fighting, name-calling – you both have returned for your seventh years, you should not stoop to such childish levels!"
Draco glanced over at the bowed head of curly brown hair, hiding her eyes and – quite possibly – the glare she was giving him. Fine, play that way, he thought. McGonagall continued to glare at them, so he didn't spare much time looking over at her. She, on the other hand, was glaring daggers at the blonde and was gripping the seat of her chair so hard that her nails threatened to poke through the leather.
This was all stopped, however, when Dumbledore walked in and sat behind his desk. Professor McGonagall shot them a look that told them to behave as she walked out of his office.
A few silent moments ticked by, during which Hermione picked her head up and looked at her Headmaster. Draco sat up a little straighter and fiddled with his robes. Even though they were both eighteen and had fought in a War, they still found Dumbledore to be very intimidating.
"Professor McGonagall does have a few points," Dumbledore finally said, "You both are adults. You both have an overwhelming amount of maturity when separated. You both applied for teaching jobs and would start these jobs after summer break. You both have things in common with each other, and yet when you are in the same room together, you refuse to cooperate."
Draco began, "But she – "
"He called – " Hermione started before Dumbledore cut them both off with a frown. Hermione winced as Draco gave a huff, sending a lock of his hair up in the air.
"You will be working together after summer break," Dumbledore reminded them before looking rather curiously at them both, "You both live with your parents, correct?"
"Parent," Draco corrected, reminding him that his father was still in Azkaban, although he would get out in a few months.
"Yes," Hermione nodded, leaving out the fact that she'd had to go to Australia to find them and give them back their memories.
Dumbledore gave a smile and folded his hands, "Very well, then. As there are only a few more days of school left, for your punishment, Mister Malfoy is to live with you and your parents for the first month, then Miss Granger is to live with you and your mother for the second month."
"What?" they chorused blankly, staring at him with wide eyes.
"Uhm, sir, I don't know if you know this or not – but I highly doubt our parents would be fully comfortable with that," Draco said as Hermione continued to gape at their Headmaster.
"Then why did they agree when I wrote and Floo'd them?" Dumbledore asked, rather cheekily, if you could imagine such a thing.
"Oh my god, this is going to be the longest summer ever," Hermione declared, tilting back to the ceiling and covering her eyes with her hands, groaning at the thought of it.
I wanted to replace the first chapter. This is kind of just…here.
