Author's Note:

Hey Guys! Ohkay, so this is my first attempt at writing one of these stories so PLEASE be patient with me! I know this chapter is quite short and I will try and make them longer in the future. I'd love your input, so please review! Happy reading :)

Chapter 1

This is ridiculous. Draco Malfoy thought to himself as he stepped onto the Howarts train. People turned and stared through the windows of the cars they were seated in. He caught bits and pieces of conversations as he walked down to the car he used to share with Blaise and Pansy.

What's he doing here?

He was a death eater...

How could he be let back?!

This is already getting old. He continued along the hall until he found the car he had been looking for. Within a second he had opened the door and got inside.

"Draco!" Pansy squealed as she lurched up from her seat to hug him.

"Hello, Pansy," he said as he pushed her back a bit. She's always a bit too close for comfort.

"Draco," Blaise said with a curt nod.

"Hello, mate. Surprised to see me I take it?"

"A bit. Last I heard you were going to Azkaban."

What's his problem? Draco looked Blaise up and down, trying to assess his mood. Instead of his usual, relaxed self he seemed to be a bit on edge. Angry, even.

"Well lucky enough for me, the Malfoy name still holds quite a pull in the ministry. Most of the idiots working there still fear of his return." Draco said with a dark tone to my voice.

"Yes lucky you," Blaise spat at him.

"What's your problem Zabini?" He snapped. His attitude is really beginning to piss me off.

"No fighting! I do not want my two favorite boys fighting!" Pansy said as she grabbed for both of our hands. Blaise threw her a harsh look and pulled away. Pansy looked at him, hurt glimmered behind her eyes, but she hid it quickly.

I wonder what that's about? These two are acting weird, I must of missed something during my trials. Malfoy finally pulled his hand back from hers and sat down. She followed suit, sitting down a little too close to Draco.

Great. Just great. I get to start the seventh year at Hogwarts off with my best mate mad at who knows what and an annoying prat practically glued to me.

"Ugh!" Draco growled under his breath.

"What's wrong Draco?" Pansy asked like an overly concerned mother.

"The fact that I have to be here for starters."

"Well why did you come back then? Last time I saw you you told me that you weren't planning on coming back to finish seventh year," Blaise interjected.

A hint of anger was directed towards Draco, but for what? Draco turned his head to fix his cool, grey stare on Blaise.

"It was part of the deal. I get to stay out of Azkaban as long as I come back and finish seventh year. I also have to help out with the younger students," The last sentence had a bit of venom to it. He couldn't stand children, and now he was actually being expected to help.

Blaise didn't answer, he just looked towards the window, seeming to be lost in his thoughts.

Draco turned to Pansy again, wanting to talk to someone. She'll have to do.

"Pansy? Do you know which of the staff will be returning?" Please, Please don't let McGonagall be headmaster.

"From what I heard not many are coming back. Professor Trelawney stayed, as did Hagrid, who I believe is still doing magical creatures. Also, I'm pretty sure that damn Gryffindor cat is headmaster now."

Great. Not only is the loony who thinks she can see the future still there and McGonagall Headmaster, but Hagrid is back! For Merlin's sake I'll lose an eye with that man and his foul creatures!

"Wonderful," Blaise grumbled.

Draco looked up. Blaise seeming a bit more relaxed, now turned to face Pansy and him. Draco and Blaise made eye contact and rolled their eyes. Whatever he had been mad about earlier, no longer seemed to affect him.

"Anyone else?" Malfoy asked Pansy.

"Not that I've heard of, but who knows? Slytherins don't get told much anymore."

Draco looked out the door to see Hermione Granger and the Weasley girl out by the trolly of sweets. Well, her hair isn't as frizzy. Maybe I'll be able to see past it in class for once. Draco snickered to himself. She really has grown into her looks throughout the years, though. Lucky enough for her.

"Draco, what on earth are you staring at?" Pansy hissed at him.

"The candy trolly," he said quickly, covering up what he really had been looking at.

"Oh, would you like me to go fetch you something?"

"No," he snapped back at her.

"Fine," she glared and looked away.

"Don't look now mate, but Granger and the Weaselette are staring in here," Blaise said quietly. He had a knowing look in his eye. He could obviously tell what, or who I should rather say, Draco was staring at.

Draco looked out of the corner of his eye and sure enough, they were. He turned his head quickly, and smiled his devilish, Malfoy smirk at them. He ran a hand through his white/blond hair while doing so. This seemed to set Granger off, because she gave him her best glare and stormed off. The Weasley girl sped off to follow her.

Good. Something has finally gone right.

"Draco, love, put on your robes. We'll be there in five minutes," Pansy purred, putting a hand on his shoulder.

Draco shuddered as he turned around to face her, grabbing the robes from her hands.

This is going to be a long, long year.