Disclaimer - All Characters belong to J.K Rowling, and the song "Someone to Fall Back on" belongs to the wonderful Jason Robert Brown, other than that, it's all mine.

Also, don't be shocked when you read the word "song," as this isn't your typical songfic. You'll see what I mean.


Draco Malfoy was quite convinced that he had all he needed. After the war, all debts were settled and he felt he could return to that high-powered, high-statured life that he had claimed for so long. It was the "return," as he called it, and because of this, his notice that came by owl in the dead of night inviting him back to Hogwarts as Head Boy for his final year there was not surprising. Well, he had nightmares that it might be Potter, or even worse, the Weasel, but as they were getting all the glory now, they were most likely "too tired" to take on the responsibility. Even though they had called their truces and were on certain ground now, he still felt the stinging pain of remorse that he had not been more involved in the defeat of the Dark Lord and that they got all the credit. It was going to be an interesting year trying to 'make friends with them' to say the least. Surprisingly, Draco was fine with this, though, as it meant he could live out this last year in peace, and bring the House Cup back to Slytherin, where it rightfully belonged. Things were going well for Draco.

Until the Mudblood came and screwed everything up. He was frail, and she knew it.

Hermione was weak, pale, and tired. She never seemed to recover as well as Ron did, even with the loss of his brother, or Harry, becoming the practical savior of the universe. They both had families, responsibilities, and training to get back to. They both fell back into their lives. It wasn't a month before Ron and Lavender were engaged to be married, not wanting to wait another moment before they were one, as 'life is so precious.' And Harry and Ginny, well, they were practically attached at the…hip… And Hermione was left alone. Sure, there was always the call of the young man walking down her door, as now she was 'famous' and all, but she wanted more than that. And with her family still getting their memory back after that spell she conjured up to save their lives, it was hard, and she was faltering, big time. When the owl came, at 6:30 AM, mind you, to wake her up with the 'good news,' she felt even more alone. On top of all the responsibilities, she would be shut out from the Gryffindor common room, dorms, and all of her friends. But she would graduate. And she would move on. If that was all that kept her from falling under, it would do its trick. She would move on.

She just hoped and prayed that it was someone amazing as head boy, her prince.


Author's Note: This is just the preface, to get you into the mood of the story. Also, this is my very first fic, so don't be too harsh, but R/R for me please :]