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Chapter Two New Beginnings

"Mum, why I don't I stay a little longer, I am sure Dumbledore would understand, you know because of da- the uh circumstances." Hermione said her voice breaking willing herself not to cry, she had shed enough tears over the past two weeks.

"No Hermione dear, I want you to go back to school and hold your head up high. You are Head Girl now and you need to be at school." Jane Granger told her daughter. Her eyes were red and puffy and her voice broke as she spoke, "Your father would be so proud of you." Tears began to roll down her face.

FLASHBACK

"David, we are going to be late to pick Hermione up if you don't put your foot down. She will be wondering where we are." Jane told her husband as they raced down the motorway in their Mini Cooper. Jane and David Granger were on their way to pick up their daughter, Hermione, from the train station. Earlier that day she had sent her parents a letter, stating that she had a surprise for them and that she was catching a train from Ottery St Catchpole, later that day.

"Jane, I am going as fast as I can, any faster an the police will soon be on our tail." He told his wife sharply, she tutted and clicked her tongue, "That is very annoying, dear." He told her with a grin.

Jane smiled back at her husband lovingly, "I can't wait to see Hermione, and to tell her the news." Jane patting her stomach, "I wonder what hers is."

David smiled and took one hand off of the wheel and placed it on his wife's stomach also. He began to pull put into the neighbouring lane but didn't see the tanker coming at him head on.

END FLASHBACK

Hermione had tears running down her face whilst she looked at her mother lying in the hospital bed, both of her legs broken, and a neck brace around her neck. "Mum pl…"

"No. Hermione, I won't allow it. I don't want you to be around at this time it isn't good for you. You need to concentrate on school."

Hermione nodded not saying a word. She would follow her mother's orders and would return to Hogwarts for her seventh year.

"Hermione there is something I have to tell you." Jane said not meeting her mothers eyes, "please don't get upset, but I think that it is best you know."

"Just tell me." Hermione told her mother waiting for whatever was to come.

"When your father and I were on our way to pick you up from the station, we had some news of our own." Jane said looking up at Hermione at last, "I w-was pregnant." She stuttered out before she broke down crying. Hermione stood shell-shocked by the side of her mother's bed; she couldn't believe it. Her mother was pregnant, was.

"Y-you mean, the baby, in the car crash it…" she couldn't finish the sentence for fear of hearing the truth. Her mother nodded and Hermione fell to the floor. In the space of a week she had lost her father, who she loved more than anyone in the world and her unborn baby brother or sister.

"Oh fuck." She muttered.

Draco Malfoy passed through the hidden barrier to Platform 9 ¾ for the last time alone. With his father in Azkaban, Draco's mother had to deal with the many day-to-day top dealings that Lucius used to be a part of, and therefore was unable to accompany Draco to the train station. In fact he was actually quite pleased about this as Narcissa constantly fussed about him even though he was nearly eighteen. He walked along the causeway towards the back carriage that was reserved for the Head Boy and Girl. As he was about to step off of the platform and onto the train he heard an enormous screech that made him flinch.

"DRAKIE-POOS!" came the dulcet tones of Pansy Parkinson, Draco turned un-willingly to watch the pug-faced girl waddling towards him, which he could only think was her idea of a sexy walk.

"Pansy, how uh- lovely to see you." Draco said to her monotonously, why did this girl never get the message? Draco thought to himself, clearing his throat he added briskly, "Sorry, Pans I have to go to the Head's carriage, you know official Head business." He moved to get onto the train when he recognised Pansy's death like grip enclose around his fore arm.

"Why don't I come with you?" she asked him batting her eyelashes.

Draco gulped, he really didn't want her to, and he wanted some time to himself, peace and quiet. "Uh, sorry but only the Head students are allowed in the carriage, otherwise you know I would jump at the chance."

Pansy looked crestfallen, "Oh, ok then. But if you can come and join us in our carriage at the front of the train." She told him before turning around and waddling off again in the opposite direction.

Draco smirked, there was no way that he would go and join them in their carriage. The only people he liked in their was Blaise and Hannah and they were most likely to be doing something that would give Pansy ideas. Draco grimaced at the idea, and took one end of is trunk and began to haul it onto the train.

He slid the door open to the Head compartment and glanced inside it. Hermione Granger sat against the window, her legs tucked up and her chin resting on her knees. She was holding a tissue in one hand and her eyes were red and puffy, she had obviously been crying. Draco smirked and hoisted his trunk into the overhead luggage rack. He sat opposite the weepy Gryffindor and scrutinised her for several minutes, wondering why she hadn't acknowledged him yet.

"So, what's up mudblood?" He asked her smirking again, "Have you finally found out that Weasel-boy is no good in the sack, or has he worked out that your dirty skin is far to lowly to be touched by a pure-blood even if it is a treacherous Weasley who's doing the touching."

Hermione looked up at the pal-faced boy in front of her, "How dare you. How fucking dare you!" she spat at him, she stood up and swung a hand at his face, leaving a stinging hand-print on his cheek, "How dare you, assume anything about me, you know nothing-nothing about me, or about Ron." She screamed in his face before she stormed out of the compartment, leaving a fuming Draco in her place.

Ginny Weasley had left the compartment in which Ron, Harry, Luna and Neville sat in to go in search of Hermione. She was incredibly worried about her friend, after she had received a letter in the holidays, informing her of the accident and of the death of Hermione's father.

"How dare you, assume anything about me, you know nothing-nothing about me, or about Ron."

The youngest Weasley heard Hermione scream as she neared the back of the train. She ran the last few steps until a compartment door slid open and Hermione ran out tears running down her face. Ginny glanced into the compartment, wisely choosing the decision to give her friend some space to calm down. What she found in that compartment made her blood boil and rush to her face with anger.

"What the hell did you say to her." She said menacingly, taking her wand out as she said it.

"Nothing, I just made some comment about her and your brother, she had been crying so I jumped at the chance, what did you expect me to do?" Draco fumed standing up; he towered over Ginny and looked down on her with the deepest loathing and contempt. Ginny was not afraid of him, she was not even slightly intimidated. She walked up to him and stuck her wand against his chest right where his heart should be (if he had one).

"You don't have any clue, any clue what she has been through this summer" Ginny hissed at him, "firstly she finds out she is Head Girl, you would make that happy right? Wrong. She then finds out who the Head Boy, is, you. Which completely wrecks it for her." Ginny shouted no longer keeping her voice level down, " So she goes home, to tell her parents the good news, but only to find out they have been in a car crash. Not only is her mother seriously injured, but her father who she was closest to in the whole world, had died." Ginny glared at him, "This may possibly the worst summer on record for her, and you of all people have to start spouting off about her boyfriend!" Ginny swung her hand back and left an identical hand print to Hermione's on Draco's other cheek, "If I ever hear of you upsetting her again. Believe me you will suffer a lot worse than a smack across the face." She spat before she two turned around and stormed out of the carriage, again leaving a now even more fuming Draco behind.

Ok threw you have it, the second chapter, I hope you like it. Please R&R.