DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANY HARRY POTTER CHARACTERS THOUGH I WISH I DID. J.K. ROWLING IS THE MASTERMIND BEHIND THIS WORLD.


Calm at last. Today's September 1st. Harry, Ron and I boarded the Express to Hogwarts earlier this day. We're back for an eight year in Hogwarts as seventh years much to my excitement and Harry and Ron's disgruntlement. They already have Auror job offers back a the Ministry, but after my insisting they came back. Harry's not having a hard time at all because he can now spend more time with Ginny. Ron, I suppose isn't either I saw him all chummy with Lavender Brown. Don't get me wrong I'm not jealous, far from it, am very happy. Yes, I had a crush on Ron since forever but we tried dating and it was all too weird so we decided to better stay off as friends. Oh by the way, I'm Hermione Granger, 18. Gryffindor.

So, here I am, in my very own common room, waiting for the Head Boy to arrive. I'm not going to lie. When Professor McGonagall's letter arrived last summer I wasn't really surprised I was given the Head Girl position. After all these past years I've been top of the class. My curiosity concentrated in who was elected as Head Boy. McGonagall didn't mention his name on the letter and when I asked her she only indicated it was someone who I may not like very much. That response could only mean a Slytherin student was assigned Head Boy. Yes, I know we've been past two wars and Voldemort is finally dead and so should be the prejudices but hey, old habits die hard. At the welcome feast I expected the Headmistress to announce the Head positions but before it started, she took me aside and explained the Head Boy would be traveling by Floo Network so he would be here tomorrow and she would made us known then. I was so lost in my thoughts I didn't hear the door of our Common Room opening.

"Hello, oh my sorry I've startled you." he apologized as he saw my clearly scared face. "My name is Blaise Zabini and i've been assigned Head Boy, I suppose you, pretty lady are the Head Girl" he said in a seducting voice. By then I had recognized him, Blaise Zabini, 8th year Slytherin, best friends with my personal nightmare Draco Malfoy, therefore, a ladies man.

"I know who you are." I addressed him.

"That's no fair, lady. You haven't said your name and I don't know who you might be" Seriously Zabini? I thought. I mean, yes, I've changed over the summer and some parts of my body have finally blossomed and others (like my hair) were finally tamed, but I still looked like Hermione. He really didn't recognize me? I gave a him a look of disgust. "Oh that look I've only seen it in one person in this whole school. Good evening, Granger. I see the summer did great for you"

"Thanks, Zabini. I would like to say the same, but you know I'm not a fan of lying." I laughed.

"Really you are not a fan? I would believe you if you weren't best friends with Potter and Weasley." He said while hugging me. I sighed, realizing how much I've missed him. Oh, did I forgot to mention Blaise is also my only Slytherin friend? In sixth year while Harry and Ron were spending the time snogging their girlfriends and Malfoy was having his own problems, Blaise and I made a connection. It also helped I met him in my favorite Hogwarts place, the library, so I had a great first impression. Last time I saw him was before our little Horcruxes adventure. His mom doesn't care about blood lineage nor anything aside from her husband so his family never chose a side. It's great having him back.

"I missed you, Blaise. How was your summer? Come on, tell me everything, we have to catch up!" I exclaimed.

"Hold your knickers, Mione. My summer was unusual for a lack of a better word. After the war, mom obliged me to spent with her and her new husband a whole month in Italy, could you believe that?"Of course, I could. His mother was a great lady but also an egoistic, self-centered woman. Obviously I didn't told him that. "After we came back, she started spending all this time with Cissa." I looked at him questioningly. "You know, Draco's mother? Anyway after Lucius's death is like Cissa outed a trance and she's very lovely and mother-ish now which is weird. So Draco and I spent the rest of the summer together, having no limitations, obligations nor problems to worry about"

"Probably not problems for you, but problems for all the poor girls you dated and broke their hearts after. Half of London witches I assume were harmed by your charms."

"Mad you weren't one of them, babe?" He asked cheekily.

"Thank God, I wasn't one of them really. No offense but you are not exactly my type"

"And which is exactly your type, Granger? Gingers? No, because you ditched Weasley. Ooh I've got it, guys whose libraries collection consists of all the editions of Hogwarts: A History.Yeah, should have imagined. Only a goody-two shoes like you would rather be spending their first day back at Hogwarts in her common room than out partying." I growled on the inside. That voice. I diverted my gaze to the door and saw an old friend (or shall I say, enemy?) looking like his arrogant bastard old self.

"Malfoy, what are you doing here? I thought as the Head's common room only the Heads knew the passwords." I retorted.

"Are you forgetting my best friend is Head Boy? And you should know I will not be the one living in this quarters with you because I declined the position" He said smirking. How I hated his bloody smirk.

"Why did you declined then, Ferret? Couldn't share a room with a Mudblood? Were you worried maybe that my mudblood germs will pass on to you through the air?" I stated.

"For being the top of our class, you are not being very smart, Granger. You should see past that, I've changed but I guess there's no point you won't believe me" he scoffed and with that he stormed out.

"What was all that about?" I asked Blaise.

"Hermione, he isn't that bad. You had a loving and caring family since birth. All Draco had was pride on the Malfoy name and living up to his father's expectations. He never hated you or any other muggleborn he just pretended because of his father. Now that Mr. Malfoy is gone and Draco has his mother back he is like any other teenager boy, you'll notice soon."

"I find that very hard to believe. And I don't even care if he is changed he hurt me a lot in the past. I'm just going to ignore him like I've learned to do." I pointed out.

"I'm off to sleep, Mione." he yawned. "But I would suggest you start thinking about getting on with Malfoy because he's my best mate and you're the only girl friend I have, so I expect the two of you to behave yourselves every time I invite him here"

"Which I hope won't be often" I muttered, thinking Blaise didn't heard but obviously he did when he answered, "You're so wrong, I'm gonna make sure you'll see his face every day so you two will accustom to each other's presence and make me a happy man." Blaise smiled. That smile could only say one thing: Blaise had a plan and I had a bad strong feeling it could involve me.


Author's note: I hoped you liked it. I should warn you I'm not a native English speaker so I'm really sorry for the errors. Read and review, please.

Updated 12/28/2015: I tried to correct most of the errors in the old chapters, but if you notice more please feel free to point them out to me. Thanks loves :) -J.