CHAPTER 2.

Ginny P.O.V.

The ride up to Hogwarts was a rather quiet one, I had sat with Hermione, Ron, and Harry. Every so often I could see Hermione giving Harry and I a quick look, and then fixing her vision on something else.

I knew she had only left the compartment back on the train to get Harry and I to talk, but what could I say? 'Hi, sorry for running away after you snogged me.' Like that would work.

The ride remained quiet, up until we reached Hogwarts. The school was still under repairs, I'm sure some floors and corridors would be off limits to students.

As usual the sorting began, I didn't pay attention. I don't think many people did. The enchanted ceiling was only half enchanted, and even then, it was splotchy in some places. I'm sure that captivated enough attention and nobody really heard what was happening. On top of that, a lot of the students were recounting about the Dark Lord, and how he had been defeated by Harry.

"Ahem," Headmistress McGonagall took her place at the podium. "Welcome new students, and welcome back old ones. I am your Headmistress, McGonagall. But I would advise you call me Professor." If the rumours were true, Professor McGonagall didn't believe she could ever step into Dumbledore's shoes. "As you are aware the school is under repairs," she motioned to the ceiling, "A few corridors are banned to students, your Head boy and girl shall go over those in the common room." I zoned out at this point, McGonagall was only going off about a new Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher, I didn't catch the name. I just wanted the feast to end, so I could curl up in my bed and sleep.

Draco P.O.V.

McGonagall went off about rules and such I clearly didn't care about. The feast started and I decided to be a little friendly with my fellow Slytherins.

"Hello." I turned to my right, a girl with dark, long wavy hair with bright blue eyes was looking at me.

"Oh, hello!" She smiled warmly at me, I wonder if she could replace Crabbe or Goyle? She could probably replace both, she looked smart. But I had never seen this particular Slytherin before.

"I am Draco, Draco Malfoy. I'm sure you're familiar with my surname?"

"Well of course Draco! Who doesn't know who you are?"

"Ah, I see you know about great Wizard families, what's your surname?" The girl looked like a pureblood, but a half would be good enough.

"Clemens. Juliet Clemens."

Clemens? I had never heard of a pureblood or a half-blood with that surname. "I've never heard of your surname, are you from here?" Juliet went a bit red.

"My parents are from America, they're one of the few pureblood's left there, they sent me to live in Britain when I was fairly young, I live with my squib aunt, and I only just started here."

"Squib? Well at least you're pure." I wasn't to fond of the fact that she had a squib for an Aunt, but it's not like her Aunt was a muggle, she was from a pure family. I guess I could befriend little Juliet.

Hermione P.O.V.

The feast was over, and I had cleared the last batch of first years up to their dormitories, only a handful of seventh years were left.

"Hey! Guys!" Neville Longbottom came panting down the stairs towards me, I swear if he doesn't slow down, he will fall.

"Hi Neville, nice to see you!" Harry and Ron made hand gestures for Neville to sit with us.

"Did you hear?" He said taking his seat.

"Hear what?" Asked Harry, suddenly curious.

"Mrs Norris finally die from a heart-attack?" Guessed Ron.

"Ronald!"

"Alright! I was kidding!" He grunted.

"Nice guess Ron, but no. I heard that McGonagall has made some serious changes!"

"What? She hasn't told me anything!" Neville we're Head Boy and Girl! How could McGonagall not tell us anything?" I was panicking, Professor McGonagall should have informed me earlier!

"Don't worry, they're just more school activities, like dances, more visits out of the school, tours of the Ministry."

"Dances? Does she have any idea how hard that would be to plan? It would take months, and I'd have to skip a meal, also less time at the library...Oh dear.." I was a bookworm, I enjoyed knowledge, it was power after all. And I couldn't risk skipping a study session, this is Seventh Year! It really matters!

"Don't worry, all the Head Boys and Girls will help organize it, I heard Flitwick, telling Sprout up on the stair case." Was this Neville's way of assuring me?

"She's panicking, Ron."

"I know, I just don't know what to do when she does it."

"I'm going to my Dorm, goodnight boys." I had to go over my schedule, rearrange as many things as I could!

-One Week Later-

Harry P.O.V.

Just as Neville has said, a dance had been scheduled. I barely saw Hermione now. She was busy preparing for the dance, which was three days away, she also had a load of school work. Ron and I actually had to do our own work for once because Hermione was to stressed to help us.

"I don't know why Slughorn makes us do so much work." Professor Slughorn had come back to Hogwarts as Potions teacher this year, and he had loaded the Seventh Years with work. He kept them busy until the wee cracks of dawn.

"Ron, the mans losing it. I swear." I had a huge pile of books in my hand when I turned around and fell straight into somebody, and landed on the floor, with books laying all around me.

"Oi, mate; watch where you're going." Instead of helping me, Ron stood above me laughing.

"Thanks for the help, Ron." I stood up leaving the books on the ground, a girl was on the floor just starting to stand up. "Hey, sorry about crashing into you like that. Are you okay?" Her dark hair was all over the place, and she had a smile perched onto her face.

"No, no! My fault, I wasn't looking where I was going. And I'm fine, what about you? A bunch of books landed on you.."

"Well, none of them did any serious damage, thanks for asking though. By the way, names Harry, nice to meet you."

"I'm Ron." Oh look, someone had taken a break from laughing.

"Juliet, nice to meet both of you. What House are you in?"

"Both in Gryffindor, yourself?"

"Slytherin."

Wait-what? This girl was polite, kind, and caring. Three qualities no Slytherin had. She couldn't really be, could she?

"Everyone looks dazed when I tell them what House I'm in." Juliet smiled weakly.

"Blood hell! You're a Slytherin? You're far from one! You're more like a Hufflepuff, maybe a Gryffindor. Anything but a Slytherin."

"Pipe it Weasley, don't you have something to do?" Oh great, I knew that voice a little to well for my own good.

"Do you need something, Malfoy?" I turned around to look at his sleek, long face.

"Just waiting for Juliet."

"This Juliet?" Ron pointed at her, "we were just telling her how she doesn't belong in Slytherin, you know cause you're all rude little arseholes."

"Funny Weasley, at least I have money. C'mon Juliet." Malfoy grabbed Juliet's hand and pulled her away. I swear I saw her mouth, 'sorry' before they left.

"Did you see that, Harry?"

"A kind Slytherin? Or Draco with a kind Slytherin girlfriend?"