Disclaimer: im afraid i still don't have the honor of owning Harry Potter, it all belongs to J.K. Rowling...except the plot :)
A/N- Well here is chapter 3 ! once again pllease review im in desperate need for some feedback! either way, i suppose this is the true begining to the main story... chapter 4 will be uploaded shorty :D Thanks and i hope you enjoy it!
The four Gryffindors hurried towards an empty space on the benches of their house table. Hermione looked around the hall and noticed everything looked exactly the same as it use to be... smiling to herself at the familiar building. However she did notice that Dumbledore and Snape were not at the teachers table, instead Professor Mcgonagall sat in the headmasters place, with a young male teacher sitting in her old seat and in Snapes seat sat a tall worn looking women, wearing a deep purple velvet robe and had wild grey hair fying around her head.
Taking her glance away from the main table she continued to look around the hall and noticed the lack of students, obviously that had been killed, ended up in hospital or were captured by the ministry when the Great war was ended. Glancing at the sytherin table she couldnt find the distinct white blond hair anywhere and was taken a back when she noticed only half of the table was full. Looking down at her own tabel she noticed the same. Only Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw had a fuller looking tabel, but even then she noticed a lot of the faces were missing.
Professor Mcgonogalls voice rang through the room and everyone sat in silence while the first years were filed into their houses, except for the cheers of the fellow housemates when they got a new member. Afterwards Professor Mcgonagall made her way to the owl stand at the front of the hall and waited for everyone to die down. Her hair was neatly put into a tight bun, covered by her black hat and she stood in her distinct black robes whilst looking over her gasses at the students sitting before her.
"A very best of evenings to you all, first up, let me introduces the newest members of our staff, our new Transfigiration teacher, Professor Blake and our new Defence against the dark arts teacher, Professor Wood." The two teachers stood and bowed while the students clapped in silence. No one dare spoke. "Now as you all know, these past few years have been very dark times, but i am extremely please to announce the building has been restored and the protection of the castle is at its strongest, thanks to the new minister of magic. Please stay away from the east wing as there is still construction taking place. I welcome the new and old students back to Hogwarts, and with that i am not tolerating any dodgy behavior. A memorial ground will take place near the south of the lake and if anyone has any questions. Anything at all...please do not hesitate to come to me or your head of house. As i am aware that is all, so i wish you all the best for this year and please, let the feast begin!"
Suddenly a magnificent banquet layed out before them and Hermione turned around as her friends tucked in. She ate sparingly, mainly due to the sick feeling she got as Ron stuffed his own face with Roast potatoes and chicken.
"You look great Hermione, by the way." Harry said causing Hermione to snap out of her own thought and look up to him.
"Hmm?" She simply sounded, questioning as she took a sip of pumpkin juice.
"Well, your wearing heels for a start and make up and yeah, you just look great." Harry said looking away slightly...awkwardly Hermione glanced towards Ginny, who was in deep conversation with Lavender who sat beside her. Thank full Hermione replied.
"Thanks Harry, i guess i have grown up a little, as well as becoming a little more self concious." She muttered taking another sip.
The feast passed quickly and Hermione noticed how worn out she was getting, excuseing herself she made her way out of the great hall to go and wait for her head of house and Headmistress. She simply couldn't bare being surrounded by so many people after she had spent the summer alone.
She leaned against the cold stone wall and dropped her bag down to her feet, crossing her arms and leaning her head back she began to fight away the tears that were stinging her eyes. Ever since the Great war she has been feeling so low, so lost she dosent even feel a part of the golden trio anymore, infact she just felt alone.
Sighing she stiffened up and wipped at her eyes, turning quickly into the shadows of the hallway when she heard footsteps. They grew louder and stopped right next to her. Holding her breath she peeped around the corner to see the familiar blond leaning with his arms crossing his chest in the place she had just been standing. His robes were neatly hung fron his shoudlers, but his originally neatly combed hair was messy and his eyes red.
Turning the corner with her eyes wide like a rabbit in the headlights she stared at him untill he noticed her presence and turned to face her.
"MALFOY?!" she exclaimed staring at him.
"Whats the matter now Granger? Yes im head boy deal with it. It's not like i chose to spend my last year living with some mudblood." He spat in her direction causing her to shut her mouth instantly and flinch back at the insult. Her forearm burned slightly but she refused to leave his cold hard grey eyes and they stared for a few moments in silence, daring eachother to look away.
Breaking their eye contact, Professor Mcgonagall walked forward and stopped infront of them, smiling to herself she anounced "Good evening Miss Granger, Master Malfoy, i hope you are both well. Now, if you are both quite finished with staring into each others eyes, would you please follow me to your dorm."
"Oh, Professor we wern't-" Hermione started but was silenced but the raise of Mcgonagalls hand, as she walked forward. Draco brushed quickly past Hermione muttering to her "You better keep away from me mudblood, or this year is gonna be hell for you and your two little boyfriends." Spitefuly shoving her before walking swiftly behind their teacher, stunned on the spot, Hermione shook her head and followed silently behind the tall figure in front of her.
After a couple of minutes of walking, the three of them stopped infront of a large statue of three sirens. "Password?" The middle one asked, brushing her long stone coloured hair out of her face, as if it was made of silk and not stone before winking at the three of them.
In a very pronounced manner Professor Mcgonogall spoke "cinamon coffee" with that the middle Siren smiled and dissapeared under the surface, the other two made and archway with their arms and a wooden door apeared. Opening the wooden door, Draco and Hermione followed their teacher inside, however, both of them froze at the sight of their common room. In a way this suprised Hermione, as she was sure Draco was use to these type of buildings, but either way she stood and stared at the Dark wooden foor and ceiling, complete with two emerald walls either side, which were covered in a silver pattern and the red walls which was infront and behind them. The Fireclace sitting infront of them was framed in gold and a Dark red Sofa sat in front of it with two Dark green arm chairs either side.
On both sides sat a Desk each and then at the back of the room, behind them, a bookcase lined the wall. Either side of the fireplace contained five steps that lead to another wooden doorway. On each door a name was carved. The right containing Silver swirly writing labled Draco. M. and the left containing gold writting labled Hermione. G.
"I'm afraid you will both have to share a bathroom, that is easily accessible through a door in your individual rooms, you will find your luguage laying on your bed, any questions i will be in my office, the password is bouncing beans, now remember bedtime at 10pm, and please remember to meet on tuesday after lessons in the Prefects office. I will be there myself for the first meeting and then i expect you to lead them yourselves. For now, i wish you a goodnight and you will find your timetables on your desks." with that she turned and left their dorm.
Both draco and Hermione stood there stunned with what sat infront of them, untill Hermione lifted her wand, aiming it to the fireplace and stuttered out the word "incendio" instantly a fire was lit and Draco snapped out of his composure and almost ran to his room but showing pure grace in the process.
Sighing she unclasped her robes and made her way to her own room on the left, however opening the wooden door she ended up standing there completely gobsmacked with the sight that was layed out before her.