A/N: I in no way own any of the Harry Potter characters and such. That's all JK Rowling, the god queen herself. I own this plotline, any OCs I might introduce, and such. I hope you enjoy my Dramione story, because I certainly enjoy writing fanfics:) Much love and such.:)

**Draco's POV**

I looked up at the castle that I used to long for during my breaks and holidays with utter wariness. Hogwarts, I was so excited when I was eleven, ready to enter it's great halls. But the past few years have been rough... My family just had to be involved in dark magic, and if I wanted to survive with the Dark Lord in my home, I had to be the perfect Slytherin follower. Ghastly, I know, seeing how much pride I had in my house before I knew what secrets came with being in the most hated house... And now, I'm back for my eighth year since I didn't really learn much last year.

"It'll be okay Drake, you were cleared of all the charges, yeah?" my lifelong mate Blaise Zabini said.

"Only thanks to the wonder trio who testified I never wanted to do any of it. They saved me and my mother at least..."

"Did you tell Granger?" He looked at me expectantly before I socked him in the arm with a glare. "I'll simply take that as a no then. Are you just supposed to watch her attempt to flourish with someone who is constantly holding her back?!"

"Blaise! It's pointless. She won't know about my art studio, she won't care if I did tell her, she's got Weaselbee up her bum, and we're going to leave it at that!"

I lead him in, both of us ignoring all the glares thrown my way. I tugged my long sleeves down further, even though I know it's pointless. They all know what's on my forearm anyways, but I'm not proud of it to say the least.

**Hermione's POV**

"Honestly Ronald, you should not be surprised I wanted to come back to finish my schooling, you know how important education is to me! And now I'm running rather late, and thank goodness Professor McGonagall has allowed me to apparate and disapparate from her headmistress office!" I said, rather huffily as I was TRYING to get my things around without Ron and Harry messing with Ginny and my things.

"Harry, Ron, you really should go back for your last year, it's only right! If for nothing else than to be with us, your girlfriends?" Ginny tried on Harry, knowing full well Ron would follow Harry anywhere. She turns to me. "Honestly, they are such boys! I could see why you wanted to wait until the end of your eighth year to get serious!"

"Oy, Gin, do ya got to rub it in my face that I'm not with Mione right now? It was hard enough before! Now I have to worry about gits like Malfoy making passes at the beautiful war hero!" Ron said indignantly.

"It's heroine, not hero, Ronald. I'd prefer it if you got that correct. And what about you two? The youngest Aurors in a century! War vets, war heroes, out in the Ministry! If anything, you should be thankful you're freed up for new opportunities and thanking me. Besides, Malfoy isn't all bad, it's not his fault he was born into such a family." I said, rolling my eyes.

Ron left, very agitated, with Harry close on his heels after giving Ginny a kiss goodbye. I double checked our luggage and found that we had everything. Ginny put one hand on her luggage cart and the other in my hand as I put one hand on my luggage cart. We apparated right into McGonagall's office.

"Ms. Weasley, Ms. Granger, how lovely for you to have arrived. Miss the train already? No doubt Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley are the cause?" We both nodded. "Well, shame they didn't join us, but perhaps there will be actual learning this year. Here are your schedules, and you can go ahead down to the Great Hall, leave your things here. That is all."