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Prologue: Hogwarts Letter

Hermione Granger watched the sunrise from the window at 12 Grimmauld Place. She took another sip from the coffee when an owl caught her eye. It landed on the window sill with two letters. One was for Harry and one was addressed to her

To,

Hermione Jean Granger

1st Floor Bedroom

12 Grimmauld Place

Islington

London

England

She opened the envelope to find her Hogwarts letter. She was going back to finish her final year along with Harry and Ron. At first she didn't want to go, especially because of Ron. They haven't been in good terms since the war ended.

The brunette noticed a shining gold badge of the Head Girl in the envelope. As she picked it up she remembered her father's words: I'm sure you'll be Head Girl someday. He had told that to her when she explained to her parents about her bring a prefect. She turned around and met green eyes.

"Harry", Hermione jumped.

"Sorry", Harry said," I didn't mean to scare you. What have you got there?"

Hermione handed him the letter and he started reading it when he noticed the badge in Hermione's hand.

"Hermione! You are the Head Girl now", he said, excited.

He got a faint smile in return.

"What's wrong", he asked, concerned.

"My father always believed I'd be the Head Girl", she said.

"The call him and tell him", Harry said.

"I can't Harry", she said, "They are still mad at me for erasing their memory. They need time."

"How much longer? You should talk to them Hermione."

"Remember the last time we talked to them?"

Harry clearly remember that. Hermione restored her parents' memory and they were furious when they found out about it. They blamed the Wizarding world for everything and the Weasleys who were also there started defending themselves. The argument got ugly and Hermione's parents haven't talked to her since. She decided that they needed time before she tried to talk to them again. It's been six months and she has not called them yet. She had tried a number of times. She would pick up the phone but wouldn't dial their number.

This affected her and Ron's relationship too. They had a huge argument after the Weasleys had a row with the Grangers. They haven't talked since that day. Harry felt trapped in the middle. He didn't know what to do. Finally when everyone left he found Hermione all alone. He offered his place for her to stay as long as she wants. Since then the two war heroes have been staying at 1 Grimmauld Place.

"It's not the same now", Harry said," The Weasleys are not with us."

"Please Harry", Hermione pleaded. "They need time and so do I."

Harry nodded and let it go. He didn't want to force her. He left the room and came back with a bottle of Firewhisky.

"Well, we can at least celebrated by ourselves right?" he suggested with a grin.

"Sure", Hermione said with a broader smile.

"Draco", Pansy shouted and her voice echoed throughout the Malfoy Manor.

Draco Malfoy was in the drawing room reading through the Daily Prophet. He looked up from the paper on hearing Pansy.

"You are Head Boy", she squealed and hugged him.

Draco was surprised. He doubted that he'll be allowed to go back to Hogwarts, let alone the Head Boy.

The past few months have been hard on the eighteen year old. Lucius was given a death sentence for his involvement in the war. Narcissa was let off easy as she played a vital role in saving Harry's life but she took off a few months back leaving Draco all by himself. The Manor was haunted with his memories. The worst one according to him was the day the Golden Trio was brought in by the snatchers. Draco still felt Hermione's screams echo within the great walls.

With his parents gone, Draco's life had been different. He had no one to prove himself to. He didn't have a father whose approval he had to earn. He didn't have to follow the rules of blood status set by the pure bloods over the centuries. It was just him and Pansy now.

"Are you sure?", Draco asked.

Pansy nodded and showed him his badge. He couldn't believe it.

"I'm going shopping", Pansy said, "Do you want to come along?"

"No", Draco answer right away," I have some more reading to do. Maybe later. You go ahead."

"Okay", Pansy said," I'll buy myself some decent robes today and we'll go together some other time to get books and supplies for school. Anyway, Flourish and Blotts doesn't reopen until next Monday."

Pansy diapparated with her purse leaving Draco behind. The young man grabbed his cloths and left too.

Head Mistress McGonagall was busy looking through the lists of 8th years that were going to return to Hogwarts. She noticed that apart from Draco, Pansy and Blaize there were no other Slytherins. She had decided to do something about the house rivalry and the closest she has got to is making Draco Malfoy the Head Boy.

"Is this a joke?" Draco demanded as he barged into the Headmistress' office.

"Mr. Malfoy", McGonagall said, "This is no way to speak to your head mistress and how did you get in?"

"I said the first thing that came into my head", he said, "I'm surprised your password is Slytherin."

"Well, it's the last thing anyone will expect."

Draco nodded in agreement.

"Why are you here Mr. Malfoy", she asked.

"You made me Head Boy. What's the catch?"

"Nothing. I want the Slytherins to feel at home and the only way to do that was to make you the Head Boy."

"Why are you letting us come back?"

"This house rivalry cannot last for ever Mr. Malfoy. It should be stopped."

Draco didn't say anything for a while. McGonagall seemed to be telling the truth.

"I have a favour to ask", the blonde said finally.

"Go ahead", McGonagall said.

"It's about Pansy", he said. "She's not ready yet-"

"It'll be taken care Mr. Malfoy", the witch interrupted, "You have nothing to worry about."

Draco nodded and thanked the head mistress. He got a smile from the witch after which he disapparated.

"This will be an interesting year", McGonagall said.

AN: I hope you like it. Do feel free to leave your comments.