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She Will be His
Chapter 1

Hermione Granger awoke early the morning she'd be going to Hogwarts. Even after 6 years, she still gets excited about going.

"This is going to be the best year ever," she secretly vowed to herself. "I'm Head Girl, and I'm going to make this my best year."

She walked over to her closet and opened the doors. Inside were several new clothes she had gotten on her trip to America. She and her parents were there for the last half of the summer, visiting old family friends. The couple had a daughter named Chloe, about the same age as Hermione, and they hit it off right away. Chloe taught Hermione all about fashion and makeup. Hermione used to never care about her looks too much; she was too busy worrying about her grades. But this year Hermione wanted a change. She was sick of Harry and Ron drooling over girly girls like Lavender Brown and not even glance at girls like her. She wasn't jealous because it was Harry or anything, but the fact that Ron was always checking out the "hot" girls annoyed her slightly. The reason being Hermione and Ron had been going out since about the middle of their sixth year. She was happy with him, but he would constantly check out other girls. He said he was always attracted to her mind, as well as her body, but they never really kissed or anything. The farthest they've gone so far is making out. Hermione doesn't really mind, however. This just means she can spend more time on her studies.
Hermione picked out a tasteful outfit of hip-hugger jeans and a hot pink tank top. Even though Hermione really didn't care, she had a body any teenaged girl would kill for. She had a petite figure, standing only about 5'4", but a slender waist and thighs. Her chest had filled out over the summer as well, giving nice curves to her figure. Her hair had also tamed up, making it a golden brown waterfall, cascading down her back in soft curls. Leaving her hair down, she applied a little makeup and headed downstairs for breakfast.

Draco POV

Draco Malfoy was sleeping before he was rudely awaken by his not-so-loving mother.

"Draco, get up, get dressed, come downstairs for breakfast."

"Yes, Mother," Draco mumbled into his pillow. He hadn't gotten much sleep the night before and he was dead tired.
He stumbled into his bathroom and quickly showered. Not really caring what he wore, he pulled on a black sweater and black pants, then looked into the mirror.
Draco Malfoy was an attractive young man by all accounts. He was tall, standing 6'3", and had a muscular build from all the Quidditch practice. His sleek, blond hair came down to about his nose, and he usually left it down, forgoing his old ways of slicking it back. It now falls in front of his eyes, giving him a mysterious and sexy look.
Satisfied with his look, he headed downstairs for breakfast. His mother was at the table, eating already. Seating himself at the far end of the huge table, the house elves served him his breakfast.

"Our driver is driving you to King's Cross station. You'll forgive me for not going, but I have some of your father's business to attend to."

"Of course, Mother. It's alright."

Narcissa looked her son closely. "It's your final year. Are you nervous?"

"Not really. Just want it to be over with."

"Have you decided what you're going to do after you're out?"

Draco knew what she meant. In other words, she was asking if he would join Voldemort, like his father, and do what was expected of him.

Choosing his words carefully, he responded, "I have not made up my mind yet, but I will soon."

The truth was Draco had made up his mind. He had decided to not join the psycho Voldemort and become one of his cronies that did his every biding. Now that his father was gone, Draco realized that being evil just wasn't his thing anymore. Of course, if he said this to his family, he would be dead. So he kept up his lie of still debating whether to join Voldemort or continue his studies.

Either because she was satisfied with his answer, or because she didn't want to continue talking, Narcissa stood from the table. "Very well, Draco, I must be going. I will write to you when you've arrived. Have a good year." And she left.
Draco sighed. He was used to the non-motherly attitude of Narcissa. Still, he'd be glad when he left for Hogwarts and got away from here.