Hi everyone! I've gotten some nice reviews so I've decided that, since I've piqued your interest, I'll write another chapter.

My Prologue really more like was a flashforward as opposed to a flashback. So these chapters will lead up to what happened in the prologue, and then continue after it. I'm really very in love with this story so far. I've dreamt it in my head soo many times. I've got one especially exciting twist plotted in my head… I cannot wait to tap it out and post it!

Oh! And just a quick reply to TheCrownedOne: I didn't have a grammar mistake… my fingers just didn't hit the D button me thinks. XD. But an explanation as to why she didn't actually hit the floor: I didn't want her to end up landing on the stony ground and quite possibly getting hurt. So I meant it when I said she landed on the bed… She wasn't over the ground when she leapt for her wand. She was leaping over to the end of the bed—the direction her wand was thrown. Perhaps I should go back and edit that paragraph to mention which direction she's jumped? And mention that she didn't really get a very good jump… hm? Anywho! Thanks so much for your constructive criticism, it is greatly appreciated and I am very much looking forward to more.

*DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER. Sadly.

Chapter One: So it starts.

The newspapers were alarming. Very alarming. Hermione was reading one with a headline that read: "Muggle Borns Ripped from Homes In The Middle Of the Night. Death Eaters Suspected." Needless to say the seventeen year old witch was eager for the school year to start, and not for the usual reasons. There was something going on. Something very wrong.

She decided that she needed to contact Harry to see what he made of this whole situation, so she set out to find her parchment and ink and started writing Harry.

Dear Harry,

Finally have some time to sit down and write to you! As you know Ronald and I are in Egypt- again, with his family. It's all very fun. We were in the paper again with his brother, he discovered a new breed of Dragon! Isn't that exciting?

… Sadly that's not what I'm writing you about. I'm writing you about something far more depressing. Enclosed with this letter is an article that Ron and the family and myself have read. Nobody knows what on earth we should do. Would you be so kind as to read it and write back?

Harry, I'm scared that they'll find me and take me away to one of these… Camps. And what about Ronald and the rest of the Weasley clan? And yourself! They're taking anyone associating with Muggle Borns.

Please get back to me ASAP!

Much love from Egypt!

Hermione G.

P.S

We'll be back in London tomorrow morning.

She sealed the note and attached it to her owl "Find Harry Potter and give this to him. Do not let anyone else intercept you," the Death Eaters were keeping a very close eye on the sky for owls.

Just three more days until school started. They'd be leaving for London within the next day, which was an absolute relief to Hermione.

"I can't believe school's starting in three days." Ron whined as he walked into their shared room. "where did my summer recess go?"

"I can't wait for school to start. I'll feel safer." Hermione retorted as she watched her owl disappear into the distance.

"You honestly believe this rubbish?" he had a copy of the most recent article as well.

"Ronald, of course I believe it. My mother and Father are friends of families who've fallen victim to these wretched Death Eaters."

Ronald just stared at her. "… Oh." Was all he said.

It was getting rather late so Hermione stood up from the desk in their hotel room. "… Keep it down, okay Ron? I'm going to get some shut eye before we leave in the morning." She said quietly as she walked into the bathroom to change into her pajamas—which were quite frumpy when she was around Ron. A baggy Grey T-Shirt and baggy purple pajama pants with little pink and blue hearts on them, made out of fleece. With her hair tied up in a rather messy curly ponytail she came out of the bathroom and flopped onto her bed, which was across the room from Ron's bed. "goodnight."

"nnhnn." He mumbled as he turned on the television that was in his room… fascinated by it.

The next morning:

"Herrrrmiiione, wake up pretty girl. It's time to go back to London to shop for school." It was Mrs. Molly Weasely's soft voice.

Hermione's lips grew into a faint smile as she woke up. "Good morning Mrs. Weasley." She said softly.

"cover your ears dear." She said softly and gently patted the top of her head as she stood up.

Hermione did as she was told just in time.

Right as she had her ears covered Molly's soft and sweet voice grew shrill and loud "RONALD WEASELY! GET. UP. NOW!" she screamed, ripping the blankets from his form.

Ron barely budged, merely reaching for the blankets and curling up. "five more min…" he trailed off before even finishing the statement, as he fell asleep again.

Molly's eyes narrowed as she elicited Hermione's help. "… go turn on a cold shower." She said with a sweet smile.

Hermione did as she was told and started howling with laughter as she watched Ron get dragged—in his plaid pajama pants, into the ice cold shower, with his mother holding him there.

Well… if that hadn't worked, Hermione would've deemed the boy dead. But no. He'd only been under the water flow for a good two seconds before his eyes snapped open and he screamed like a girl.

"… Good morning Ron!" Molly said with a grin. "Now. Finish your shower and meet us downstairs with your things." She said as she helped Ron gain his footing.

"… What a good friend you are Hermione." Ron said as both she and Molly exited the room.

Hermione waved as Molly walked out of the room. She grabbed her clothes and got dressed. She'd decided on a pair of jeans, black boots, and an electric blue tank top.

After she was dressed she made sure everything was packed and squared away. She even made her bed, knowing fully well that the maintenance staff was going to come through and clean everything anyways.

She waited for Ron and then the two went downstairs to meet with the family.

Hogwarts:

The last few days before school started had breezed by. She was now sitting with Ron and Harry chatting about their summers and what they'd liked and disliked. Nothing heavy, no talk of Voldemort, no talk of the… for lack of a better word "MudBlood Holocaust" that was quietly developing. They kept it light… until Draco barged into their compartment.

"… Granger. We need to talk."

"She'll talk to you when she bloody wants too, ferret!" Ron snapped.

"… What do you need, Malfoy?" Hermione said calmly.

"You're Head Girl?" He lifted his eyebrow.

"Yes, why? Do you have a problem with that?" she asked. "Lord forbid a filthy Mudblood like myself should be in charge of the student body." She feigned shock.

"… No, I just wanted to make sure what I was hearing was correct." He shrugged. "This year should be all too interesting." And much harder. He was going to have to inform the Dark Lord of this development immediately. "… Goodbye Mudblood." He ducked out of the compartment and back to his own.

"what do you suppose that was all about?" Harry asked, shutting the door.

"I've no clue. Wouldn't he have known I was head girl? I mean the school sent out letters to everyone announcing it." She said. She was right, the school had sent everyone letters about Head Boy and Girl. Except one. The Malfoys would be the only family to disagree with the idea of a Mudblood sharing the duty with Draco.

Hermione bit her lip and scrounged up the parchment announcing head boy and girl. She nearly fainted as she sat down.

"The staff of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is proud to announce that this year's Head Boy and Head Girl are Draco Lucius Malfoy and Hermione Jean Granger. Included with this letter is a list of school Prefects…" she trailed off. "We have to share Dormitories!" she cried. "How can I possibly do that? He'll hex me to death or something."

Harry put an arm around Hermione gently "It's going to be fine 'Mione." He said gently.

Ron stood up and walked out of the compartment to find Draco… He tugged his button-up shirt's sleeves down to a little more than they already were, just for safe measures. He didn't need to be discovered yet. The tattoo was burning just a little. "Malfoy. Let's find somewhere private to talk, yeah?"

"…Weasel." He followed after him. "what on earth could you possibly want?" Draco asked. They were in a deserted compartment.

"This bloody tattoo is killing me." Ron yanked his sleeve up to reveal the dark mark as it rolled and shifted around on his arm. Typical of a magical tattoo, that was.

Ohhhh snap! I was going to wait to shove this little Gem into the story, but I decided that I COULD NOT wait! ^_^ I think it'll prove to make an interesting story.

What with Ron pretending to be Hermione's friend for Seven years, only because of this long a-waited plan.

That's riight... Ron's a Death Eater.