A/N: Hey people. This is a Dramione story. So it takes place after the war, but all the students are repeating their year again because they didn't exactly learn much when the Carrows were teaching. :P Anyways, please read and review!

Chapter 1: McGonagall's Request

"But Professor, why us?" Hermione asked, gesturing to herself and the small group of students Professor McGonagall had summoned.

"Because the war has taken a large toll on all the students at Hogwarts, Miss Granger. Friends, families, lives-all taken away-just like that," Professor McGonagall replied firmly. "I have only asked the best students from each house; in this case, Mr. Corner from Ravenclaw, Mr. Zabini from Slytherin, Miss Abbott from Hufflepuff and you, Miss Granger, from Gryffindor. As you may know, several students suffered much more than other during the war. Even though most have been able to put the past behind them and move on, several students still need help. All that I ask is that you conduct a class to help people get over the war help people that are in pain, and unite those from different classes. You will provide counseling lessons for the few students that I think need it," Professor McGonagall concluded.

"House Unity?!" Hermione shrieked. "Some people CANNOT change, Professor!" Hermione whined, a mental image of a sneering Malfoy popping into her head. "Just take a look at Malfoy!" Hermione argued.

"Miss Granger!" Professor McGonagall said, shocked at her words. "I suggest you FIND a way for this to work because this class will take place!" Professor McGonagall announced, before storming out of her office in a very un-McGonagall like way, clearly disturbed by the way her favorite student was acting.

"So…" Blaise Zabini, the selected student from Slytherin began. "Um…you guys want to meet later in the library to discuss this or something…?"

Hermione glared at him, still not over her prejudices against Slytherins. Before the war, Hermione didn't hate Slytherins. She simply disliked them…but the war just made her absolutely loathe Slytherins! "Slytherins are all the same. Cold-hearted, vicious people." Hermione thought to herself, remembering how almost none of the Slytherins fought in the war. She continued glaring at Zabini till he snapped.

"Okay, fine Granger! Glare at me all you want, but this is not going to work until YOU get rid of your OWN prejudices and come and help us," Zabini growled. He turned around and began talking to Hannah and Michael. Hermione felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach and identified it as guilt.

"He's right," Hermione realized, with an annoyed feeling. She wasn't used to being proved wrong. "Well, I suppose that why McGonagall picked him to represent to Slytherin. He amazingly IS actually determined to get this to work." Hermione thought. She sighed and thought again, "Now put away your bloody damn pride and apologize to him. NOW, Hermione," she thought. Hermione turned to face Zabini.

"I'm sorry. I was being a stupid bitch," Hermione suddenly blurted out, not meeting Zabini's gaze. "Just great. You made a total fool of yourself, you idiot!" Hermione mentally scolded herself. She slowly lifted her head up to see his face and saw him smirking with an eyebrow raised.

"What's that?" he said. "An apology from the know-it-all Granger?" Zabini teased, a smile tugging on the ends of his mouth. Hermione glared at him, but let it slide. She had already caused enough trouble for today. She quickly joined into their conversation.

"I think we should use the abandoned potions classroom by the Room of Requirements…" Hannah said thoughtfully.

"The first class can work on trust," Hermione started. "And then-"

"How exactly do we presume we do that?" Zabini interrupted.

"Um…I'm not quite sure how-" Hermione started before getting interrupted again.

"I think we should do this," Zabini said, pointing to a schedule he already made. Hermione stared at him wide-eyed.

"You did all that while we were talking!?" Hermione said bewildered.

"Yeah," Zabini said casually, smirking at Hermione's shocked face. He looked at his watch before quickly saying, "Aw, crap! Late for quidditch practice!" and running to the door. "See you lot tomorrow!" he called out over his shoulder before exiting the room. Hannah and Michael left quickly after as well. Hermione, though, stared at the spot where Zabini had been standing seconds ago before thinking to herself, "What happened to the Slytherins I thought I knew?"

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Hermione walked down the hallway, heading for the library during her free period. She had to finish her Herbology essay Professor Sprout had assigned. Her mind was filled with thoughts as she took her usual routine to the library. As she walking, she knocked into someone and fell on the floor. "Oh my! I'm so sorry!" Hermione apologized, not seeing who she had crashed into. She looked up into a sneering pale blonde's face.

"Watch where you're going next time, will you Mudblood?!" Malfoy sneered into her face. His hair was messed up and his pale face had gotten paler. His breath had a strong scent of alcohol in it, Hermione noticed, as she got up, glaring at him as he strode away. "His parents both had their trial to go to Azkaban today and they were sentenced to Azkaban for a few years," Hermione remembered. It was front page news on the Daily Prophet today. Hermione felt slightly bad for Malfoy. His parents had changed in the end, but they were still put in Azkaban. "Guess that explains the alcohol," Hermione concluded. She cleared her mind and continued walking over to the library.

Hermione sat down at her usual table, the table closest to the window. The sun was setting outside, leaving the sky in a rainbow of oranges and yellow. Hermione sighed and began writing her essay, before getting interrupted by Ginny.

"Hermione!" Ginny squealed, excitement radiating off her body. "What's up? I heard that McGonagall wanted to talk to you. So what did she tell you? Anything about the Healer classes, yet?" Ginny rambled on, pausing for a second, before seeing Hermione's distraught face.

"Hermione…McGonagall gave you bad news, didn't she?" Ginny asked.

Hermione sighed before telling Ginny everything that had happened.

"Oh Merlin, Hermione! That's awful! Counseling students?!" Ginny exclaimed with a horrified expression on her face.

"Gee, Ginny! Thanks for those warm words of comfort!" Hermione said sarcastically.

Ginny rolled her eyes at Hermione's last remark. "Good luck, Mione," Ginny said before running after some of her other friends. Hermione sighed, packing up to go to bed.

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"Granger!" a voice called out from behind Hermione the next day. She turned around to see Zabini running to catch up to her.

"Zabini," Hermione replied, giving him a curt nod and stopped for him to catch up. Zabini jogged up to catch up as they began to walk together to their classes.

"You put that over-sized brain of yours to work and got any ideas for the classes, yet?" Blaise asked.

"No,"

"Seriously?!"

"Yes!"

"What's got your knickers in a twist?"

"Excuse me?!"

"What's – got – you – all – pissed – today?" Zabini said slowly, as though he was talking to a two-year-old. "Let me guess… PMS…? I guess that explains the cranky mood…" Zabini muttered to himself.

Hermione fumed. "Well, I'll have you know-"

Zabini clamped his hand over her mouth and rolled his eyes. "You really are quite insufferable, aren't you?" Hermione glared daggers at him. He released his hold and Hermione stalked away, glaring at him, her face crimson. Zabini chuckled before waving and saying, "See ya later Granger!"

A/N: I know there wasn't much of Draco in this chapter and a lot of Blaise, but that's cause I need Hermione and Blaise to become friends. :P Don't worry, this IS a Dramione story and Hermione and Draco WILL get together in the end.