Hi! So back for more writing, here's me reporting for duty.
This fic is probably a bit controversial, it covers some topics that may be troubling for some people, and if you're affected by anything I mention, please contact someone, whether it be childline, a welfare group or just a friend. :)
SO on with chapter 1!
Description: The (8th years I guess not sure haha) return to Hogwarts to re-take their missed seventh year.
Disclaimer: No, I'm not JK Rowling, I am an angsty teenager who writes fanfiction.
ENJOY xo
Chapter one
The golden light of the fast fading sun dully illuminated the Hogwarts castle as the fire engine red Hogwarts express pulled into Hogsmeade station.
Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley and the famous Harry Potter smiled jovially at the other students they'd not yet greeted on board as they collected their luggage, and chatted amiably, avoiding any of the touchy subjects people were still dealing with after the war.
It had been a few months since the battle of Hogwarts, and the Hogwarts students were returning to school, despite the odds, to complete their education.
As, obviously, with all of the students from Harry, Hermione and Ron's year re-taking their final year, the seventh year had been expanded to accommodate two years whilst the would be graduates caught up, finished their N.E.W.T.S and graduated alongside Ginny's year.
This hadn't bothered any of the trio, as many of their friends were in the year below, and so they had no problem being mushed up into one big year.
Of course, there was a lack of students, for devastating reasons.
The third and final Creevey brother (Martin) hadn't even begun his first year, many people's guesses were that he was still recovering from the trauma of losing both his siblings.
However it seemed to be an unspoken rule that no one would mention the fallen, there had been a few murmurs of condolences, but for the most part, people knew to keep their trap shut.
Hermione Granger, had, for the most part, survived the horrific ordeal comparably unscathed.
None of her family had been found, or murdered, in fact she'd taken a month away from it all in Australia finding and restoring her parent's memories.
She'd spent the rest of the long holiday at the burrow, living with Ron and his family, Harry had stayed with them a while as well, before he'd bought his own apartment in Hogsmeade.
But shed realised soon after returning, that her month away on holiday had had its prices.
Since she'd returned, she noticed a change in Ron's behaviour.
He was moodier, more sulky and unpredictable than usual.
Hermione knew, but couldn't begin to comprehend how hard the death of his brother had hit him, and regretted leaving him in his time of need. Ron had changed, and she was worried about him.
Hermione thought miserably about all that had happened in the past year, and looked at the depleted crowd of seventh years now getting into the thestral carriages.
She noticed tens of students, nearly all the 6th and 7th years, gasping and pointing at the twisted black creatures they could finally see.
Hermione looked at them with interest, she wasn't exactly a stranger to thestrals, she'd ridden one before, but seeing them, watching them move, snap their strange beaklike mouths brought a new reality to the creatures.
In a way, the amount of students who could now see the odd creatures was even more hard hitting than the tear stained faces, dusty photographs of never forgotten people, as it showed, as clear as day, just how many people had seen the unthinkable.
"Oh Ron, you've hardly touched your vegetables." Hermione sighed, causing Harry to roll his eyes as he finished up his dinner and turned to talk to his girlfriend.
Ron merely shrugged, grabbed another sausage, shovelled it down and got up from the bench, before wordlessly leaving the hall.
Hermione groaned and rubbed her temples as Harry and Ginny spun round to talk to her the moment Ron was out of earshot.
"Is there something going on with you two at the moment?" Ginny asked immediately, ignoring Harry as he hissed something about tact, and certain people's lack of it.
Hermione shrugged, drinking the rest of her pumpkin juice as she thought worriedly about Ron missing dessert.
He never missed dessert.
"I don't know Gin, he seemed a bit off after I got back from Australia, but I haven't seen him in one of his sulks this long. I don't know what's going on." Harry clucked his tongue as he thought about his friend, before he was interrupted by Ginny kissing him passionately.
"What?! He was playing with his tongue it was too tempting." Ginny winked as Harry growled in appreciation. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"While you two get a room, I'm going to go check on Ron." She muttered, getting up from the table as Ginny and Harry continued (to everyone's great discomfort) exploring each other's mouths.
Hermione left the great hall, and began rushing up the stairs to the main stairwell, hoping to catch Ron on his way to the common room. She'd just spotted his tall, lanky ginger frame, when she collided with someone hurrying the other way.
"Watch it you- oh. Granger." Draco Malfoy seemed to have matured, and for the better, Hermione found herself thinking scandalously. She shook the thoughts from her head as quickly as they'd come, and turned back to the handsome, muscular blonde boy before her.
"Malfoy." She nodded in reply, trying not to notice the fact that his liquid shimmering metal sheened eyes glinted, even in the dim lighting.
He nodded in return, before quickly sidestepping her and going on his way, she resolved to do the same once she spotted Ron heading into the common room.
"Ron! Ron wait, hey, wait up!" She called down the empty corridor, everyone else being down at the feast.
He made no sign of noticing her call, but paused by the portrait hole just the same.
She finally caught up to him, panting hard as she clutched her knees. Once she'd gotten her breath back, she turned to face him and tried a smile. It fell flat.
"So, how was-"
"I think we need to talk." Ron snapped, cutting her off as he headed for an unused classroom, his expression stony.
Hermione felt her breath catch I her throat as she followed him, fearing the worst.
"I'm telling you Blaise, double D. At least." Malfoy grinned, taking another sip from the bottle of stolen firewhiskey as he and a few other seventh year boys cheered, clinking their empty shot glasses at the declaration.
It was official, Hermione Granger was fuckable.
"Are you sure?" Another Slytherin, Jay Hills called from one corner of the room as a few other boys rolled their eyes.
"Of course he's sure, I bet he couldn't stop looking at 'em!" Blaise crowed as the lads descended into jeers and catcalls.
"Ok, ok fellas, fun time over, serious business now." Draco called out, raising his glass, before pausing dramatically. "Luna Lovegood, to fuck or not to fuck?"
"That is the question."
The crowd of boys chanted in unison, leading to more glasses clinking and chuckles of drunken mirth.
"Um, I call not." Called a voice from the far corner of the room, Draco nodded, and turned to the other boys.
"I call hot." Blaise shrugged, as several boys punched his shoulder and shoved him about.
"Seriously?"
"Looney Lovegood?!"
"Now now, we're here to judge girls, not each other." Draco grinned as Blaise rolled his eyes.
"OK so, we have Halliwell calling not, Zabini calling hot, pick a side lads, pick a side."
The evening continued on much the same way, with various girls being declared simultaneously hot (Parvati Patil, Ginny Weasley, Pansy Parkinson) and others most definitely not (Millicent Bullstrode, Moaning Myrtle) until every boy was either passed out blind drunk, or dozing peacefully in a corner.
Only Draco and Blaise remained awake, both blearily trying to keep their eyes open.
"So, would you? Fuck 'er I mean, Grangery girl." Blaise slurred, turning to his best friend in drunken curiosity.
"'Course, she's fit." Draco shrugged, as Blaise chortled.
"But, she's, she's a muggle one, right?"
Draco turned away, drifting slowly into sleep.
"Yes. But it doesn't matter anymore. Not to me. Potter saved my life, they all did. Better than any Slytherin pureblood did that day anyways. It's even Stevens now Blaise, get used to it."
His only reply was a loud snore, which sent Draco chuckling off into a drowsy sleep.
Soooo that's it for chapter one, chapter two will have a lott more action, I normally only post if I get x many reviews, but as this is new I doubt I'll get any! xD so see ya when I see ya!