Disclaimer: characters, objects, fictional places and everything else that are so obviously not mine are all from JK Rowling's Harry Potter (except for other places that don't sound familiar and sounds made-up, then I'd be solely responsible for it – especially if it sounds ridiculous). Storyline isn't completely mine, I have to say. I was inspired by Elizabeth Winfrey's novella entitled 'My So-Called Boyfriend' and even borrowed a few passages off it. (I reiterate, a few – not a lot)

Note: [UPDATED September 22, 2007 I know that not most people read author's notes and such, so I'll try to make this short and simple. I just recently updated this story and made some changes, seeing as this was once a Mary-Sue fic (I'm ashamed to say). Title names may not be suitable to the chapter any longer; I'll most probably just delete them sometime along the way. Also, this is sort of a continuation of Book Four. This is what happens to them over the summer. If you're not much for details, this is just the part where Hermione gets knocked out. Go over to the next part for Draco's arrival. And lastly, I really hope you like this story. And don't forget to leave a review! (Not really forcing you to, but you know, just if you want to, I'd love to hear what you have to say)

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Prologue

-Platform Nine and Three Quarters-

Hermione went out of the school train, ready to begin her summer. She pushed her trolley over to her parents who were waiting for her beyond the barrier.

"Hi mum! Dad!" she greeted them once she neared her parents.

"Hermione!" Mrs Granger said happily, waving her left arm.

"Hullo dear," Mr Granger said softly. Something in his eye showed discomfort.

"What is it dad?" Hermione asked, sensing that something was up.

"Uh, Hermione dear," Mr Granger began. "Your mother and I have some bad news for you. We have a dental convention to attend to in Ireland, and I'm afraid we won't be able to spend the summer together."

"As much as we would want to take you with us, Mr Shepherd (the boss), hasn't permitted us to," Mrs Granger continued. "I'm sorry love. You could stay over at your Aunt Clarisse if you want."

Hermione shuddered at the thought of being with her Aunt Clarisse and her five bratty cousins over the summer and shook her head no.

"Your not mad are you Hermione?" Mr Granger asked, chuckling weakly. "We'll bring back a giant tooth from the convention for you."

Hermione pouted. "I already have one. And a clock shaped tooth, and a load of toothbrushes. Maybe I could just stay over at Ron's place for the summer. That would be much better."

"Alright," Mrs Granger said agreeably, as not to make Hermione feel sad.

"Well, bye then," Hermione said, giving each parent a final hug then left to look for Ron. But she forgot her trolley with her parents and remembered that she needed it for her change of clothes.

She ran back quickly, in hopes to still reach her parents. But she was running so fast, she wasn't able to pay attention to where she was going.

And seemingly out of nowhere, three steps appeared before her. She leapt across them, determined not to waste a second. But just before her feet hit the floor, her heels grazed the bottom step.

For a moment, everything went slow motion, then fast-forward. Hermione lost her balance and fell; it was just powerless to stop her fall.

From somewhere far away, she heard a loud crack as her head hit the hard floor. Her world slipped away as the view of the grimy, grey linoleum was replaced by a roaring, blank darkness...