Disclaimer: Everything Harry Potter related belongs to J.K.R. I own Aadyn though. Mmm.

B/N: So, I'm not really sure about the classes that 7th years (I've tried to research, but I can't find anything) so I'm going off of 6th year class possibilities. Also, I would like to emphasize on one point. Does anyone know Bill from Tokio Hotel? If you do, then do you know when (before his mohawk) he had his hair down, not all spiky. That's similar to Aadyn's hair. Black with white tips. Really tall, skinny… Mmmm.

I think I'm going to start writing replies to your reviews, starting with my most recent one.

To: "I don't hug trees. They hug me" - Lol, yes. Plotyness! And I love your username! XD

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A hand trailed down the center of Hermione's stomach, making a circle around her belly button before descending upon her panties. She squirmed as the fingers gently peeled the soft fabric from her smooth feeling lower body. Hermione buried her face against the hollow of his neck and clung her arms, which were wrapped around his neck, tighter to him.

He pressed his face against her hair, chuckling as she tensed up with ever second that his fingers hovered near her lower regions. He took a deep breath, enjoying the smell of her honeysuckle scented shampoo washed hair. For a little bit they just laid there, Hermione dazed as she quietly memorized the masculine smell of the man above her.

The peace only lasted for a little bit, but was quickly broken as Hermione released a loud gasp, gripping to him shakily. Slowly his middle finger pressed into her, sliding with ease that made her shudder and twist beneath him. Slowly he pushed a second one in earning him a soft moan from the brunette. Suddenly he found a layer of skin deep inside her that was blocking his path. His eyes widened as he suddenly pulled out causing Hermione to arch her back against the sudden pull.

She heard him say something but it came out as a husky mumble that was unrecognizable.

Hermione awoke with a start, breathing heavily as she unclenched her fingers that had been digging into her sheets. Slowly she sat up blushing as she felt her sticky bedding cling to her thighs.

"Shit." She muttered as she climbed out of bed, only to fall back on before she could gain her footing. The dream had left her week kneed and hot all over.

She took a couple minutes trying to fix her problem but gave up when she couldn't reach an orgasm.

Grumbling angrily with sexual frustration digging at every inch of her, she was finally able to calm down enough to hurry off to the showers before anyone else would wake.

Voices carried out to the commons as she slumped down from her personal prefect chambers. Everyone gave her surprised looks expecting her to be up much earlier than what it was. She glanced at an antique upon the fireplaces mantle and felt a jolt of surprise. Breakfast was just finishing and she was just now getting up, save for the time she took cleaning up and getting dressed.

"You feeling okay, Hermione?" Neville asked as she tottered down the steps with her daily set of books in hand, looking as cheerful as a dead flower.

"Nothing. I'm fine Neville." She lied, quickly passing him to stand near the Gryffindor's common room exit. "Come on guys. Get your things and let us be off." Everyone gave each other quick looks before finally shrugging and collecting their things. After doing a quick check in both towers to make sure no one was still sleeping, she walked out the room, welcoming the prospect of starting her last year.

She gave herself a small smile as she walked down the hall at a quick pace. She wondered where Harry and Ron had wandered off to without her, when she met Collin Creevey, camera in hand, peeking around a nearby corner of the hall. She walked up behind him and tapped him on the back to gain his attention.

"Why aren't you going to class, Collin?" She questioned, giving him a suspicious look. It wasn't uncommon for Collin to get so caught up with his photography that he forgot to get to class before time was up.

"Sorry, Hermione, but I found a model and I just had to take his picture!" The boy said with a giddy look on his face. She had always wondered if his door swung the 'other' way, but this seemed to be more of a picture-geeking moment. She peered around the corner with him, curious to see who could work up Collin that much when she met face to face with Aadyn.

"Oh, morning Hermione. Beautiful day, no?" Aadyn asked directing her attention to the wide window panes that looked out over the courtyard and out onto the lake. She had to admit, he had found one of the better views from the old castle windows.

"Hello Aadyn. What are you doing up in this part of the castle?" She asked with the same suspicious tone she had given Collin upon questioning him.

He gave her a charming smile that made her grip the stone wall a bit harder as she remained half hidden behind it. "I was waiting for you believe it or not. Headmistress McGonagall informed me that you would be the most adept at showing me to our first class, since it's a joint class with Ravenclaw. Shall we walk?"

Hermione nodded her agreement as she moved around the corner and began walking alongside the ridiculously tall boy. She gave a quick glance back at Collin that told him to move to his next class before she mentioned something Peeve's about a forgetful student that needed a bit of tormenting.

As they walked together silently, she wondered why McGonagall had sent him to her, when there were brilliant Ravenclaw 7th years that could take him. She only pondered on it for a moment before they reached two large wooden doors. She was happy to find that she was two minutes early before the doors opened to her Ancient Runes class. Harry and Ron were walking up to the doors at the same time Hermione and Aadyn arrived.

"Hey Hermione. Hi. Aadyn, right? Nice to see you again." Harry said formally which earned a smile from the new boy.

"Harry. Ron." He said to each boy giving them a slight nod and a smile. Just as he was about to say something else, Seamus and Dean jumped over and started talking noisily with their fellow Gryffindor guys. Hermione and Aadyn took a step back to let the boisterous boys speak while they themselves conversed. Hermione was pleased to discover another book enthusiast with as much experience regarding classic literature as she did.

Professor Babbling opened the door just as the great clock struck time for classes to commence. As per usual, one house sat on one side, the other on the opposite. Hermione sat first row to get a better view of the class and was surprised to see Aadyn sitting just opposite of the aisle to her.

Every couple minutes she noticed him staring at her, but he would turn away as soon as their eyes met. She felt her face grow red whenever it happened, but she'd quickly return her attention to the class.

'Foreign guys,' she thought as she shuffled in her seat to straighten her posture, "why do they always have to be so cute."

"Miss Granger?" A questioning voice called above her thoughts dragging her reluctantly back to reality.

"Yes ma'am?" Hermione answered as her teacher stood in front of her with a confused face.

"I'm surprised. By now you should have been waving your hand to answer any number of my questions." Professor Babbling said pointing her wand at the strange shapes on the board. "Can you read this for the class since the only who's volunteered for anything has been Mr. Hastings."

Hermione hid her look of surprise, having not even noticed anything outside her daydreaming, which was so unnatural she wondered if she should visit Madame Pomfrey before going to lunch. "It says 'When you find something great, shadow's always lie behind.'." She was startled by how ominous the passage sounded.

"Thank you, Miss Granger." Professor Babbling said with a strained smile that made the girl wonder if she had disappointed her teacher. The past couple weeks she had been feeling out of it, ever since they got back from trip. She was still clueless to the wanker who took her virginity and wouldn't fess up. All she knew is one of the Weasley's was so dead.

"Hermione are you feeling well?" Harry asked, addressing the question most everyone in the class was thinking.

"I'm fine Harry. I'm just a bit tired is all." She muttered turning her full attention to the front of the class as their Professor gained her bearings.

"She did wake up late." Neville comment towards the back of the room, as if to help reinforce her statement.

She let her eyes glance over at Aadyn for a split second, their eyes meeting, making Hermione's heart take off in flight.

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"Mr. Weasley," Headmistress McGonagall said, giving the red headed boy a look of approval and slight curiosity. "I never did expect you to go come back, what with your shop being set up and all."

"Yes, Ms M., it was somewhat difficult to leave, but my brother's known about my ambitions for a while now." The Weasley brother gave the elderly woman a sly smile that neither alarmed her, nor made her feel relaxed. It was his usual look but it seemed a bit more serious today.

"Well, welcome back to Hogwarts, and congratulations on your post as interning with Madame Hooch to become a flying instructor and quidditch referee. I do hope you won't get into to much trouble while with us, Fred."

"No worries, Headmistress. I'll be as well behaved as Sir Nicholas himself." Fred replied still smiling as he excused himself from her office.

"Hah. Peeves is more like it." She said shaking her head as she turned her attention back to a stack of paperwork. It was going to be an interesting year, to be sure.

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A/N: I wasn't planning for Fred to enter yet, but I want this story to actually progress instead of just sugar coating every chapter. Haha. No beta again this time, so sorry for mistakes… I need to find a dedicated beta reader. Anyone interested? Don't be afraid to message me! I want one or two!