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Chapter One

"Promise you'll write." Said Hermione Granger, hugging one of her best friend goodbye. He had messy, jet-black hair and the bright green eyes and glasses. He also had a scar shaped like a lightning bolt in the middle of his forehead. He stood taller then her, at about five-eleven and smiled down at her with a smile that showed pure mischief. "Promise me Harry!"

"Okay, okay." Said Harry Potter, holding up his hands in defeat. "But if I'm not at Hogwarts next term you'll know why."

"Ahhh…" Said Hermione in fake wisdom. "Harry, Harry, Harry. My wonderful, yet, dim-witted friend. Have you failed to remember that in a month's time you will be able to perform magic outside the constrictive walls of Hogwarts legally?" When she received a look from Harry that implied she was crazy for even thinking it she continued. "No I didn't think so. And on that note…there is nothing your family can do about it! You have no excuses." She smirked up at him.

Harry smirked back. "That's all fine and dandy for you Hermione. But what am I to do if my fat tube of lard, that is my cousin, goes and sits on me? I'd be squished flat! What am I to do then?"

"You'll fine a way." Said Hermione with a sickeningly sweet smile. "Because you know how important it is to stay in touch with your most talented, beautiful, smart, and skillful best friend. And you know that if you don't stay in contact with said best friend, your fat tube of lard of a cousin sitting on you would be a more merciful death." Another sickeningly sweet smile.

"Don't I know it." Mumbled Harry, but loud enough for Hermione to hear. " And there's the family now! Don't the look thrilled to see me?"

Hermione turned around and saw three very unhappy people standing by the entrance of the train station. Two were quite large and Hermione guessed they were Harry's uncle Vernon and his cousin Dudley. The woman in the middle was unnaturally thin and had a long neck with shoulder length blond hair. 'That must be Petunia.' Thought Hermione. 'It's hard to believe her and Harry's mother were sisters. They look nothing alike!'

"Oh yes," said Hermione, "they're thrilled."

Harry picked up his trunk in one hand and Hedwige's cage in the other. "Well I better get going before Uncle Vernon's head explodes." He laughed. " I'll see you on the first of August okay?" asked Harry, speaking to the third member of the trio, Ronald Weasley.

Ron had changed a lot during the year. He was quite tall now, at about six-four and his ginger hair hung over his eyes. His muscles were more defined from playing two years of quidditch and the freckles on his nose and cheeks less visible.

"Yeah. We'll be at your house at noon. Don't forget!" said Ron as Harry started to walk away.

" 'Cause you know I won't be counting down that seconds or anything." Said Harry with a grin on his face. "Bye you two!"

Harry turned and started walking towards the Dursley's. But when he heard Ron call his name he turned to see what he wanted.

"Oi! Harry! You should give your cousin a Canary Cream before you come to the Burrow. You know, as a good riddance present!" When Harry laughed the faces of the Dursley's paled and Dudley backed away.

Hermione couldn't help but laugh. She knew it was wrong to talk about the wizarding world in front of muggles but when she looked at one muggle and saw him mouth the words " Canary Cream" with a look of pure confusion on his face she couldn't hold it in. She loved muggles. They were so oblivious.

She stopped laughing when someone shoved into her shoulder hard from behind. She looked up and saw none other then Draco Malfoy. He smirked at her like she was the end result of a sick joke. She wanted nothing more then to smack that look off his face.

"Watch were you're going, mudblood." He sneered.

Hermione rolled her eyes. This was getting old. "You know Malfoy you should really try to get some new insults. Something original like " Malfoy! The amazing bouncing ferret" or "Ferret face". Something creative like that. Oh but don't think to hard you might hurt yourself."

Malfoy glared at her and if looks could kill she would be dead a thousand times over. He glanced over her shoulder for a spilt second and then looked her in the eye. "If I were you, Granger, I would watch myself. You never know where your enemies are."

Hermione was confused. Since when did Malfoy give HER advice on ANYTHING?

Draco leaned over to Hermione's ear. He was so close she could feel his breath. "I mean it." He said in a deadly whisper. She shivered from his closeness

"Oh bugger off Malfoy." Said Ron, starting to get angry

"Shut up Weasel." Snarled Malfoy

"Is there a problem here?" Said a tall blond woman who Hermione remembered as Malfoy's mother. When she saw Hermione she got a stranger look on her face. 'Was that a frown?'

Draco looked over Hermione's shoulder once more. "Nothing mother, let's go." And they turned Away.

When Draco left she turned around to see what he was looking at but when she didn't see anything she turned back to Ron. What she didn't see were piercing blue eye's watching her from the shadows.

A.N: I hope you liked the first chapter. And this is my first story! So be kind and please review!