Ok this is my first fic ever so I'm sorry if it sucks.
DISCLAIMER: J.K.R. owns most of characters and ideas some are mine though it should be easy to tell them apart.
Basically Hermione, Draco, Harry, Ron, and Blasie were accepted into Gracefalls Academy, the secondary school for Hogwarts, and just to let you all know you are twenty-one when you start at this school and is attended for four years.
Chapter One: Gracefalls Academy
What the hell is that? Draco Malfoy thought as he stared up at a huge metal object with wings.
"Mother, is that what I'll be taking to Gracefalls?" he asked his mother eyeing the plane skeptically.
"Yes, dear, now hurry and board it will be taking off shortly and you know we Malfoys are always punctual." was his mother's bored reply.
"Alright I suppose I shall see you next summer since you're busy all of my breaks." He said walking away before his mother had a chance to answer.
"Now, Hermione, promise to write whenever possible and if you would like we can cancel our cruise if you would like to come home before summer, it's really no problem, right Allen?" Jane Granger rambled
"Darling she's fine" Allen said to his mother shooting Hermione sympathetic glances as he tried to pry Jane off of her.
"He's right mom. I'll be fine. You know me and studying; besides it's you 30th anniversary." Hermione said finally freeing herself from her mother's grasp, with that she grabbed her bags and boarded to plane.
"Mum, I can't breathe." Ron gasped as he endured his mother's bone crushing hug.
"Oh, right dear. Well, you best board the train then you don't want to be late. Harry, don't worry I didn't forget you I just wanted to tell you my niece is going to be in you year and well she's very pretty. Well, that's all." She said as she gave him a big hug.
"Mum, let Harry go he needs to go too."
"Oh, yes sorry, dear."
"Bye, Mrs. Weasley, thanks for everything."
"Mum, I'm going." Blaise Zabini told his mom. He made the mistake of turning around at the exact moment the security guard's hand went up his mom's shirt.
Not again was all he could think.
So how'd you like it? It'll get better. Promise.
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