This is my very first fanfic, and I'm really influenced by other stories which I've read here, so please forgive me any too obvious resemblances... My "ship" is (of course!) Draco/Hermione, but there might be some other relationsships too... =0)

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything like that, and any song used in the story isn't mine either, but I'll add the "owner" or rather the artist at the end of each chapter.

Oh, and please REVIEW!! Tell me if you have any good plot ideas... I'm open for everything!!

Shadows on your face

Chapter 1:

The same procedure as every year...with a few alterations

"Hermione! There you are! At last we've found you!"

"It hasn't been that long, Ron! Hi Harry, by the way." Hermione grinned at her two friends as they entered the compartment of the Hogwarts Express that she had saved for them, Seamus and Dean, their fellow Gryffindors.

They we're already seated at the window, beaming welcoming smiles at the two boys who had just joined them.

"Where's Ginny, Ron? Isn't she coming?" Hermione shot him a quizzical look.

"No.... the poor thing, she has caught the must terrible case of pneumonia! Mum's keeping her at home till about Christmas."

Hermione went pale with pity. "Oh, poor Ginny! She'll miss so much schoolwork! And the exams...."

Ron sighed. "Typically Hermione! The only thing you think about is school! But don't worry, Mum and Dad got her a tutor. When she's a bit stronger, he'll teach her at home."

"What did they have to sell to be able to afford a tutor, Weasley? You? Not that anybody would give as much as a sickle for you..."

They suddenly heard a familiar drawl from the now open door of their cabin.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Ron glared at him, trying very hard not to jump at the Slytherins throat or even better, hex him.

"Oh come on, Weasley! You can do better than that! You've been saying these 5 pathetic, lame words to me every single year now, since our very first ride on this train! I mean, we're in our 7th year now! And still, you don't have anything better to say to me... sad, sad..."

Draco Malfoy smirked, almost nostalgically.

Hermione rolled her eyes as Ron did his best to try to escape from Harry's firm grasp.

He shouted rather rude remarks at Malfoy, who just smirked triumphantly over his quick successat getting the red-haired Gryffindor infuriated once again.

Stiffling a yawn, he turned to Crabbe, who was standing behind him like a dog having been told "Heel!".

"Too sad that Goyle isn't with us this year... What did you say again happened to him?"

Crabbe just grunted:"Durmstrang".

Mallfoy raised his brows as he remembered. "Oh yes..."

Suddenly realising that Ron, Harry, Hermione and the two others were watching him, he cut short what he had just been about to say.

"OUT!" bellowed Ron angrily.

"Hush hush, Weasel... I'm supposed to give this to Granger." The blond boy pulled an envelope out from behind his back.

Hermione knitted her brows.

Ron and Harry sent murderous glances at the Slytherin and Ron tried to rip the letter out of Hermione's hand before she could open it.

Just then she noticed the official Hogwarts seal on the back of the letter.

"Stop, Ron! It's from Professor Dumbledore!"

"What did you think, Mudblood? Loveletters from me?" Malfoy smirked.

"OUT!" Hermione hissed.

The four other Gryffindors built up behind her. "Get away!" they shouted together.

Malfoy bowed sarcastically and exited gracefully.

"Oh my goodness! I'm the new Head Girl!!!" Hermione exclamated in utter disbelief after having had a quick skim through the letter from their headmaster.

Harry smiled warm-heartedly and congratulated his friend.

"You'll be the best Head Girl we've ever had! Oh come on, close your mouth, Hermione! Everybody saw that coming! You're top of the class in every single subject and so on! It can't come as such a total shock to you... Anyway, why didn't they send you an owl over the holidays, like they normally do?"

Hermione looked at him in a very annoyed way. "Harry are you really so stupid or just a good actor? Hello? Remember that even you two couldn't send me any owls because I was on a cruise through the Mediterranian Sea? The only way we kept contact for 8 weeks was through faxes and e-mails! Honestly...." she said exasperatedly.

"Oops...yeah, sorry, slipped my mind..."Harry blushed.

Ron chuckled. "Hey Harry, remember how we sent Pig to Hermione before we knew that she was too far out in the ocean for him to reach her? He came back unconscious, carried by two pelicans... tried to reach you for almost a week, the poor bird..." Seamus, Dean and Harry laughed along with Ron, but Hermione wasn't listening.

"I wonder who was made Head Boy" she thought to herself.

Then it dawned to her, and she quickly read trought he letter once again.

There it was: "Head Boy this year will be Draco Malfoy of Slytherin."

She sighed silently. "Oh bugger. No wonder he came here to bring me the letter... How am I going to bear Malfoy pestering me all year? Why couldn't it have been... anyone else!?!?!"

Again, she sighed, and was just about to tell the boys about her discovery when she saw that they were deeply involved in a discussion about Quidditch (what else... she thought).

"If I tell them now, they won't stop getting angry and pitying me for the rest of the day... they'll find out soon enough anyway."

Loud, she said: "Hey boys, I'm checking on the others, okay?"

They nodded over to her to tell her that they'd heard her as she left their compartment.

Outside, Hermione went down the train to find a deserted compartment. She had no real intention to chat with Lavendar or Parvati at the moment, she just wanted a little time to herself.

Soon she found and claimed an empty cabin.

Relaxing in the comfortable chair she had propped herself into, Hermione took her muggle disc-man out of her bag. She had charmed it so that it worked normally in the wizarding world, and even better than it originally had, because she had added a small screen to it, on which she was able to watch the music-videos belonging to the music she was listening to.

Breathing in deeply, she put in her favourite CD and turned on one of the songs.

I want love
To carry me through
All of the moments, I'd kindly undo
Locked away
So I can feel safe

Now that I'm down on my knees, begging for change
Look down at the water
Before I jump in
To find I was sinking fast, in all that might have been

What I need now is an honest answer, to make things better
You can see now my hands are tied, and I surrender
So I'll wait here for your final answer, your final answer
Is there love without hate
Is there pleasure without pain?
I have seen all my mistakes
I cast you out, but now, I want you back
So light me again, cause my heart is turning black

Hermione sighed once again, but this time she smiled whilst doing so, looking down at the small screen and closely studying the singer of her favourite muggle band.

"Ain't he grand?" she asked herself in a, how she reminded herself embarrassed, rather teeny-like way.

"I meant his voice, stupid!" she tried to convince herself.

Grinning, Hermione concentrated on the music again, and before she even noticed how much time had passed, they had almost reached Hogwarts once more.

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That evening, after the great feast and the sorting ceremony were over once more, Hermione, Ron and Harry were just on their way up to the Gryffindor common room when Professor McGonagall stopped them.

"Ms. Granger? I'd like to show you your new room now."

"My new room?" Hermione was puzzled.

"You're the new Head Girl, if you remember! You will from now on share a common room, a bathroom and a study with the Head Boy. Now, please do follow me."

Professor McGonagall exclaimed as she lead Hermione away from Harry and Ron, who just shrugged, slightly sad, and went on towards their old common room.

Hermione gulped. "But...Malfoy!?!?" when the professor shot her an annoyed look, Hermione quickly added: "I mean...my trunk, and my personal stuff! It's still in my dormitory!"

"It has already been transferred to your new quarters. Here we are, the password is supposed to be a certain type of food every time, so if you would choose one?"

Hermione shrugged and quickly thought of something. "How about... Chicken soup?"

"Perfect" the teacher said as the picture in front of which they had been standing slid open.

It was a magical painting of the famous Mona Lisa, who grinned at them before opening up.

As Hermione stepped through the frame, she let out a gasp of surprise.

To be continued...