Chapter 1

Disclaimer: We don't own or claim to own JK Rowling's Harry Potter or related characters. These belong to her, and her alone.

Notes: Okay, basically this is a joint fic in a joint account. Eggalicious, Belia and Split, would like to present out new Draco/Hermione fiction…

Rated PG at the moment, it will probably be changed to PG-13, for th simple fact that I don't believe Draco Malfoy can do without a few swear words every now and then.

Also, the title of this fic will indefinetly change with time, but the account name 'geeky rebels' won't.

Lastly, I, Belia, would like to point out that this story is a Work in Progress, and all three of us have no idea where it will end up. The first chapter is written by Emma (Eggalicious), so… enjoy!

Please read and review… we'll love you to bits and pieces…

Okay. Maybe not.


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"No, no... please don't. I'm begging of you." Harry murmured desperately.

He had not faced the master of evil the way he had planned. Instead of standing up straight and facing him like a man, he had ran. Ran cowardly and hid in a cupboard. It was dark and silent everywhere except for his loud thumping heart and the sound of him trying to control his heavy breathing.

What was that? Harry could have sworn he heard something. It sounded like someone has just apparated into the room but he wasn't sure. As if the thing knew where he was, he was coming straight for the cupboard. Each loud footstep the thing made, was a sign that death was coming nearer and nearer until Harry could sense that he was right outside his cupboard and reaching for the doorknob.

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Harry sat straight up in bed, perspiration soaking his hair and pyjamas. He tried to remember the dream, but as if trying to cup a handful of water, his dream was slipping past his very eyes, trickle by trickle.

Harry frowned and looked around him, Ron's bedroom was deadly quiet except for the heavy breathing of Ron who had generously gave up his bed and slept on the floor. The silver moonlight poured into the room from a crack between the curtains and illuminated the huge orange poster of the grinning and waving Chudley Cannons team flying around on their broomsticks, occasionally crashing into each other.

Harry tried to get back to sleep but the image of Lord Voldemort's face kept haunting him, every time he closes his eyes he could see Lord Voldemort's howling face before he was killed. Harry tried to tell himself that Voldemort has already been defeated at the end of last year and he'll be entering his seventh and final year in a couple of days.

Even so, he still could not let go of his past. Let go of all the things Voldemort had taken away from him: family, love, happiness but beyond all, his childhood.


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Hermione twisted and turned in her bed, unable to sleep. She hadn't been able to enjoy her holiday as she imagined. She felt useless, she couldn't concentrate on her textbooks nor was she able to go out and enjoy everything. She was torn in between so many emotions: nervousness and anticipation.

For next year, she, Hermione Granger would become the head girl of Hogwarts. Responsibilities and leadership seemed to pile on top of her. However, that's not what's worrying that little head of hers for. The thing she was worried about was Malfoy. That slimy git was going to be head boy of school. But even THAT was not what she had been tossing and turning for ever since the start of these holidays. It was what he said to her on the way train ride back from Hogwarts to Kings Cross Station. He had asked to speak to her privately and he had said…

Ok, the exact words were, 'I am somehow in a very weird way attracted to you, you mudblood!'

How dare he insult me and mock me just because we both got the same job? How dare he put on his 'pure-blood' act again? How dare he say something like that right in front of me like that? How dare he pretend to be attracted to me?! And above all, how dare he make me think about him day and night?

Hermione shook her head hard trying to get that image of his face and the sound of his voice out of her head. She stood up quickly and walked over to her window. The window in her room looked over the lake right in the heart of London, and the full silver moon hanging in the dark velvet sky was one very beautiful sight. The silver shadows flowing and making ripples on top of the calm and peaceful waters took her breathe away.

As her mind started wandering off, staring at the night sky, a very small yet obvious dot soared across leaving a trail of silver behind. She was stunned by the beauty of that summer's night sky. Just before that shooting star disappeared, Hermione suddenly remembered the muggle myth, that if you see a shooting star and you made a wish, then whatever it is that your heart desired would become true.

Hermione whispered softly, "I wish that when I meet 'him,' I'll know it right away."

She then turned swiftly around and got back into bed.

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For Hermione does not know it but, as if her wish was been answered, every atom in the atmosphere started stirring. The soft wind rustled the leaves, making them dance around in that beautiful night sky. The calm water suddenly started rippling gently in time with the wind. The baby bird sleeping in its nest under mother bird's wings stirred a little before falling asleep again. As if for just that one second, everything seemed harmonized. No more honking cars or noisy bees. That was all replaced by a sudden mysterious surrounding, a feeling that something big was going to happen.



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Yay, first chapter done! Now everyone praise our emma by reviewing. She tried so hard, you know. She could do with some thanks.