a/n: This is my first ever Fan Fic, I hope you guys like it, I'm really bad at stuff like this but I hope you like and don't make fun of me too much…lol… please don't be mad at me but when I start my summer class I will have less time to update but until then, on with the story ; ) please R&R

p.s. I don't own a thing except for the plot….and maybe Tom Felton….shoot I just found out I don't own him either… wipes away a lone tear….. everything in the potterverse belongs to a wonderful woman, J.K. Rowling

Chapter 1 The Answers to my Prayers

Hermione's POV

I sat sprawled on my bed like every other day for the past week. I was sadden that school had finally ended but happy for the simple fact that I was now a member of the Order and still had nothing to do. It's been a month since me, Harry, and Ron have graduated from Hogwarts and for a month I have been stuck at my parent's house sprawled out on my bed, constantly thinking.

I had several pamphlets spread out on my desk, some littered the floor and some were on my bed. I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life; I didn't know what career I wanted to pursue in the magical world. If it were up to my parents they would snap my wand in half and send me to a muggle university. I didn't want to do that not at all. After taking all the NEWTS and passing all of them with outstanding I kept getting letters everyday from different places to hold a position in the wizarding community, I just couldn't make up my mind. I know that Harry and Ron were definitely becoming Aurors, even though the war is not over I still wonder if it's a promising career.

A knock on my door pulled me out of my thoughts.

"Come in." I replied sitting up.

My father sauntered in with an expressionless face; his hazel eyes were blank and his mouth in a frown. He grabbed the chair that was pushed into my desk and sat down in it. I took out my wand and cleaned up the pamphlets and I just looked at him. After looking at each other for about five minutes he finally spoke.

"Look Hermione," He started, "We know that you want to stay in the magical world and help fight Lord whatsit but we need you here. You told us yourself that he is after all people like us, and you're in great danger."

"Dad, I know that I am but I rather fight him face to face then snap my wand and wait for him to come after me." I said trying to flatten my bushy hair. He let out a big sigh.

"Well can you at least think about going to Cambridge for a couple of semesters, since you don't know what you're doing yet?" He asked pushing a hand through his hair.

"Look Dad, don't worry about me everything is going to be ok, I'll decide on something soon." I replied. 'Keep telling yourself that' a voice in my head piped up.

He got up to leave and turned around before he closed the door. "Look, we only want what's best for you okay."

"I know dad, don't think that I don't know that for a minute." I called back.

He shut the door very quietly behind him. I resumed my position on the bed looking at the ceiling. I couldn't take it in here any longer I had to get out of this confining house. I took off the sweatpants I was wearing and put on a pair of jeans and a pair of sneakers that matched my red spaghetti strap top. I left a note on my bed just in case my parents got spooked and I apparated to Headquarters for a visit.

Draco's POV

I have been humiliated only twice in my life, once was when that nutter turned me into a ferret in front of the entire school and the other was when that good for nothing mudblood slapped me in the face. My cheek was stinging in remembrance. Oh how long I vowed my revenge and I wanted to get it but I still haven't come up with the idea on how. And here I am 4 years later still waiting.

I sat sprawled out on my bed staring at the extravagant painting on my ceiling. My green sheets felt cool to the touch as I sat there pondering. I was to get the dark mark in a couple of hours and I was dreading the whole ordeal. Thoughts about school came up, I was finally done at Hogwarts those years were my safe years and now that I was of age I had to take the dark mark or die. Those were my only options unless I could think of another way to hold it off long enough until the war was over. I didn't want to become one of the Dark Lord's followers; I didn't want to become a weak, sniveling nutter like my father. I am Draco Malfoy, a leader, and past Sex god of Slytherin House, not a follower.

My thoughts were interrupted by a loud crack.

"Master Draco, Master Draco, it is time for dinner, your parents await your company." A squeaky voiced piped up.

I got off my bed straightened out my clothes and apparated downstairs. I was standing outside of the dining hall when I checked my appearance once more in a mirror I conjured. Seeing that everything was in order I opened one of the double doors and made my way down the long table to the head of it where my father and mother were waiting patiently. My father would never wait patiently but seeing how he doesn't want to make me mad and refuse the dark mark he waited patiently.

"Mother… Father…." I said before taking my usual seat across from my mother.

"Tonight's the night Draco, how do you feel?" My father voice called out his silver eyes looking over to mine.

"Fine." I replied. 'Just dandy, not to mention scared that I hadn't come up with a plan'

The house elves brought out the first dish of food.

"The Dark Lord will be pleased that you are joining his ranks, he holds a high opinion and a great expectation for you Draco." My father said.

I just looked down at the soup that was warming my face, that's when the thought of the mudblood touching me crossed my mind.

"And what do you think of this situation, Mother." I said looking up at her.

Her eyes were pleading with me, she was on my side she didn't want me to take on the dark mark but she didn't dare disobey my father. She gave my father a weak smile. "Do as your father says, you will be holding up a family tradition."

I thought that my mother would actually stand up for me but she didn't of course, she never does. She doesn't think for herself and she doesn't stand up for herself. The only reason that my father and her were together was to produce an heir and here I was about to throw my life away in service to a crazy half blood murderer who wants to purge that world of all muggles, muggle-borns, and half bloods.

After dinner I went back up to my bedroom and resumed my position on the bed. In an hour's time I would have to go through with the whole ordeal, I tried everything, I was too much of a coward to try and kill myself, but I did try everything, and after two years of knowing my fate I had nothing, no ideas, nothing.

An owl flew into my room through one of the windows. I got up and cross the window to get the letter off of it's leg. It hooted and took off again; since I didn't know whose owl it was I opened the letter, and I began to read. After I finished reading the letter the trademark Malfoy smirk came across my lips, that letter was the answer to all of my prayers, and I knew exactly how to avoid the dark mark for a couple more weeks and I also knew how I could get revenge on the insufferable know it all mudblood at the same time.

After spending a couple hours at Headquarters I decided that it was time for me to leave, but Mrs. Weasley didn't want me to leave until I had something to eat. I sat at the table in the kitchen. This kitchen was slightly larger than the kitchen at Grimauld place but it still had its Weasley charm. Tonks came in, so did Ginny, Ron, and Harry. Tonks took a seat next to me so did Harry, Ginny and Ron sat across from me.

"So when does Auror training start again?" Ginny asked.

"It starts in about six weeks," Harry answered.

"I bet you guys can't wait, can you?" Tonks said twirling her deep purple hair around one of her fingers.

"Nope." Ron said anxiously.

"What about you Hermione?" Tonks added.

I looked down at the wooden table.

"I haven't decided what I wanted to do yet." I replied looking up at her.

"It's okay, it happens all the time dear, you'll find out in due time what you like." Mrs. Weasley said concluding the subject. Soon the topic was turned to Order business and what happened at the previous meeting. They had given up on Ginny knowing about the order business, she was worse then Fred and George, she invented stuff that would make their hair curl and she figured everything out. She still wasn't allowed in the meetings but everyone was so open about the Order now that she really wasn't missing anything.

After the long but very good dinner that Mrs. Weasley served after everyone got back from his or her respective jobs, I finally apparated home. Visiting Harry and Ron was always a good way from escaping my thoughts, and I was doing it more often. They even asked me when I was going to move into headquarters, but my parents wanted me to stay with them until I figured out my life, so I told them no time soon.

After kicking off my shoes and sitting on my bed, a hoot caught my attention. The owl flew over to me and I untied the note that was on it's leg and it flew off out my opened window. I looked down at the letter and I read it once, I then read it one more time to make sure that my eyes weren't deceiving me. I let out a sigh of relief and lay down on my bed. I finally had the answers to my prayers.

a/n: and there it is my first chapter, I hope youguys like it, please R&R

...as always Cherbi161