Disclaimer: Not mine, I'm just changing them to fit my twisted imagination.
A/N: This is my first ever Harry Potter fan fic so please review and give constructive advice. This is a Draco and Hermione fic. Usually I write Jess/Rory fics but I can't resist write another bad boy good girl fic. SO PLEASE REVIEW!!!! If you want me to review your's I will, just leave a name. Enjoy.
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"It will return, stronger and unseen. It can not be stopped by any magic that will live in the day. Neither human nor God will survive. Two will be born, two days between. Only together they can triumph. Together they are the only source of light which will bind us with fire, to keep us from our fate."
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He felt the curse impelling him back into the wall; to weak to look up Draco tried to block out the familiar ranting of his attacker. "Why do you feel the need to protect your little bitch! When I tell you to do something I expect it to be followed! As a Malfoy I thought I raised you better! " His voice quietened, he slipped his fingers under Draco's chin so he was staring straight into eyes that he knew so well to reflect his own steely grey. Like ice, chilling his insides, Lucius whispered, "I have given you my home, taught you everything, kept you alive. You will become a Death eater and stand by my side; with or with out the Dark Lord. Your mother's mistakes have not gone unpunished, you remember that or next time you dare defy my wishes, I will make sure you are without this weakness." Lucius pointed at what looked like heap of clothes bundled on the floor. "Do you understand me?"
Draco nodded slightly, he could feel the blood rush up to his head, the pain was luckily numbing all his feelings, that if let loose would certainly end in more than one person dying. When he heard the footsteps slowly fade away into the long corridor, he manoeuvred himself over to the lump on the floor. Carefully he rolled it over; Nacrissa's face was smothered in blood. Using most of the remnants of strength he had, Draco magically cleaned up her wounds. In turn she did the same for him. Feeling slightly better, they sat against the wall.
"Mother you can't keep letting him do this to you, one day he's going to kill you," Draco said softly stroking her hand, usually guarded emotion poured onto his face marring his unreadable features.
"It's okay I deserved it. Mistakes that were made are all my fault. I brought this upon myself and I must take the consequences now," this was the explanation that she always gave. Always in the same tone. Draco knew that there was no point to argue, as Narcrissa would never say what mistakes that she made. When he asked, she said for his own protection, he should not know.
Draco helped his mother to her feet; she kissed him good night and told him not to worry. Achingly him made his way up to his bedroom. Usually he would apparate but because he was so weak, it was safer to walk, even if it did take much more effort. Draco layed gingerly on the bed, his mother had cleared most of his injuries but his muscles still ached from the trials they had been put through.
Tomorrow he would be safe. The next day he would be away from his father, away from the Malfoy Manor. Hogwarts started and Draco was impatient to get there, the only thing he worried about was mother. Hopefully she would be okay. She always had said that Lucius toned down after he was gone, the need to prove his dominance over the household was elevated when Draco went to school.
Not that he would admit it to anyone, but Draco liked school. Learning things other than the Dark Arts for a change was welcomed. This year would be even better since he was made the Slytherin prefect. When he had received his letter, Draco had been happy, finally here was something that his father could be proud of. Yet again was he crushed when his father dismissed it and said that if he hadn't of got it, he would have suffered immiscibly. Draco had resigned himself to the fact that nothing he did could ever please his father, nor impress him. Hell even if he fought Voldermort himself and defeated him, Lucius would probably reprimand him and ask why he couldn't have finished him off faster.
Without taking his clothes off, Draco slipped underneath the covers and took out a vial of cloudy blue liquid. Unbesknowest to Professor Snape, Draco had stole the supplies out of his cupboard in fourth year when the nightmares of people being raped, tortured and killed, haunted his sleep. These were the memories of the Death eater meetings that Lucius had forced him to go to. It was his father's dream to have Draco become one of them. Draco on the other hand was having second thoughts. His mind wasn't as easily corrupted as it was in his first year. Neither the less, fifteen years of knowledge and teachings were still imbedded in his brain. Even though he hated his father, he had a strange thirst to prove himself to him, no matter how much his conscious told him that he could never match his father's standards.
Quickly he swallowed the Dreamless sleep potion and lay back down. Drowsiness came over him and the last thing he thought about was the comforting, emerald green curtains on his Hogwart's bed.
~*~*~
'School starts tomorrow.' Hermione smiled at the thought more than usual she was happy to go back. Every year she went through the same routine; check trunk, check carry bag, check Crookshanks and then check everything again. As usual she had also read all her assigned textbooks and finished all her homework. Her O.W.L's went well, she scored top marks in almost everything, usually getting over 120% on the exams. Only in potions did she struggle slightly but Hermione put that down to Professor Snape's grudge on her getting top marks in every subject. Malfoy had beaten her in that exam much to his glee. Although she begrudgingly admitted that he was smart and had come second only to her in the other tests.
After re-reading her homework she tucked it away in her bag with her ink and quill. Her eyes pasted over a piece of parchment on her desk. It was from Professor McGonagall, it announced that she was the prefect for the year. Not that it really surprised her, she was the smartest in the year, but it was nice to be reinforced.
Hermione sighed when she remembered the reaction from her father. He just looked at her in anger mingled with hate. Mr Granger suffered a terrible blow when his wife was murdered in one of Voldermort's raids last year. He had never forgiven the magical community for her death and he primarily blamed his daughter. Mr Granger never really wanted Hermione to study magic in the first place. It was Mrs Granger who encouraged her to go to Hogwarts. He tried to pull her out after the murder but she had refused him, going so far as to say she would hex him if he did. From then on, Hermione stayed out of his way as much as possible; she went out walking for hours and went to the gym. She also buried herself at the library, which reminded her of the friendly atmosphere of Hogwarts.
Hermione thought about last year as she got into bed. Voldermort had finally be defeated by Harry in a dangerous duel on the polar caps of Antarctica, but not before he had killed many muggles and mudbloods. This year was the time for rebuilding and for Hermione, try and get her father to forgive her; even if it wasn't her fault. Many of Voldermort's supporters had escaped the Ministry of Magic; the Malfoy's just one of the families with so much power that they managed to escape conviction.
'Oh well doesn't really matter now," Hermione stared at the picture on her bedside table. It showed her mum, dad and her in France on their holiday. A tear stained her cheek as she remembered the fun they had. Slowly pushing the agonising screams of her mother's death out of her mind, she fell into a restless slumber.
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To avoid her father, Hermione left early to Kings Cross by taxi. Paying the driver she gathered her luggage and casually walked through the wall to platform nine and three quarters. Finding the prefect's compartment, she put her things down and made herself comfortable. After an hour people started to trickle in. She wandered down the carriages and searched for Harry and Ron. In the last compartment she found them kicking a football (or soccer ball, depending what country you come from) around. Since Voldermort's defeat, Sirius had been cleared of wrongdoing and all his assets were given back. Harry had gone to live with him and was teaching Ron (who stayed over the summer) and Sirius muggle games. Although they all thought that Quidditch was far better, football had taken their interest as well; so much as to Sirius charmed a TV so they could watch the games.
"Hermione!" Harry yelled and enveloped her in a hug, Ron did the same and they stood back to look at each other. The boys had grown up a lot over the holidays and had become much more handsome than the previous year. Quidditch and many vigorous training sessions could be seen beneath their tightish shirts. Both now towered over her and her neck started to ache slightly with the effort.
"Hello you two. How was your summer?" She sat down on the chair.
"It was brilliant! Living with Sirius was unbelievably amazing. I can do what I want without worrying about the Dursley's," Harry's eyes shinned and Hermione felt happy for him, he deserved a caring parent.
They sat and talked for awhile, not noticing that the train had been moving for a while.
"So how was your holiday Herms?" Ron asked.
"It was okay," she didn't give him any further information and her eyes averted their gaze when she lied. Not that either of them picked up her discomfort as Lavender and Pavarti slipped on to Ron's and Harry's laps respectively. They had started dating after Voldermort's defeat and they were barely ever apart. Hermione realised that she wouldn't be payed attention to any more as both the boys were ogling the girls chests which had developed a lot over the summer. "Bye guys." No one answered.
Slowly she walked back down to her original compartment. Quietly she slipped inside and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Sadness swept over her as once again she remembered her mother. Before she died she had found Hermione crying in the bathroom, she had told her mother that Viktor had dumped her for a blond that had rather large 'assets'. Never before had it irked her that she wasn't as 'developed' as the other girls or that her hair never stayed where she wanted it too. Her mother always reassured her that she was beautiful; but now there was no-one to stop the bouts of depression that surface every now and then. Seeing Pavarti and Lavender didn't help either.
A sneering voice pierced through her "Hoping that you could some how tame that hair of your's so people keep asking whether the pet on your head likes to be patted mudblood?" She turned around and come face to face with the boy who she had despised since her first year.
"That depends Draco, are you going to unslick your hair and get a nose job so people stop asking you whether your mother conceived you with a ferret?" she replied coolly, sitting back down with her things and taking out a book. Idly she skimmed him; he too had grown a lot. His muscles were defined, but not bulging under his black shirt which contrasted strangely with his hair.
"Watch it Mudblood," he said maliciously.
"Oooo. Scary Draco. You know that name-calling is generally left behind in at least first year. It's especially sad that you can't think of anything else to call me; but then that might be a little taxing on your tiny brain," Hermione replied scathingly.
Draco looked like he was going to slam her into a wall when the two other prefects came in with their hands full of sweets from the food trolley. They were laughing, but stopped when they noticed Hermione and Draco.
"Hullo Mione, we didn't know where you went," a bright eyed girl grinned at her.
"Hey Padma, so you're the Raven claw prefect," her gaze turned to the boy next to her. He looked familiar but she couldn't quite place him.
He smiled at her confused expression and extended a hand, "Hello Hermione I'm Adam Dynes I tend to be over looked in our grade."
"Nice to meet you," Hermione accepted his hand and immediately liked him. He was about two inches taller than her and had dark brown hair that was arranged messily. His eyes were also dark brown and were full of mischief.
For the last part of the journey the three of them talked and got to know each other better. Although Hermione knew Padma's sister Pavarti quite well since she shared a bedroom with her, she didn't really know much about Padma. Hermione found that she was extremely smart and seemed to understand her very well. She also took a liking to Adam, he reminded her of the Weasly twins but more caring. While they talked, Draco sulked in the corner, reading and advanced Transfiguration book. Adam produced a newspaper and showed them the study that had been done by the Ministry, racism and basic intolerance were at all time highs after Voldermort's down fall, it seemed no one felt safe any more. Hermione thought this was stupid, it didn't really matter who you were, they should feel grateful that they were alive.
Finally they had arrived at Hogwarts castle over the din they heard Hagrid's voice calling the first years. On one of the horseless carriages there was a very large P and on another there was a H, the four prefects made their way to their carriage and bundled inside. Draco and Hermione were forced to sit next to each other in the small cabin; to avoid touching they tried to sit almost on the walls until Adam volunteered to swap seats with Draco who whole-heartedly excepted.
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The feast was wonderful; Harry and Ron were occupied with their girlfriends so Hermione sat with Ginny. Professor Dumbledore called for their attention when everyone had finished. "I trust you are all satisfied, if not the Weasly twins are free now to reveal their hidden knowledge, you will find them in their store in Hogsmead. Now this year at Hogwarts is a very special one. As you know Voldermort was defeated last year." A loud roar erupted; Dumbledore smiled and held up a hand, everyone fell silent. "Yes that is very good news, but many people have lost loved ones by his hand. It has also been shown that Voldermort's behaviour has encouraged different people to be ill at ease with others because of race or purity of blood. At Hogwarts we are going to implement programs to curb this trend. From now on, sixth and second years will now be taking an extra class called Human Studies. All other years will benefit from activities that our prefects will be organising. Second and sixth years, you will have a year meeting tomorrow to further discuss this class. It is also at the request of the Sorting Hat that we resort everyone just before the Christmas holidays. It asked politely and I felt that a change would be interesting so I agreed. All prefects and heads please stay when everyone is gone, to all other students I bid you goodnight."
Finally the uproar from the school after the announcements faded and the six remaining students wandered to the head of the hall. Adam and Padma were eagly discussing the new class when Dumbledore came over. "Now if the heads will follow Professor McGonagall's to their quarters I will take the prefects." The four of them followed him up many flights of stairs and through many portraits. He stopped at two blank canvases; he turned to them, "now I need someone to pick a name from here, out of no where he pulled out the Sorting Hat. This will be your new housemate, the two houses are connected and you are to share a bathroom. As you can see the canvases are blank, your room two will be all white, it will all be for you do decorate, if you need help with charms ask Professor Flickwick. The password is for you to decide. Now who would like to determine who is rooming with who?"
No one moved, Adam bit the bullet and dove his hand into the hat, "Padma," he held the piece of paper up for them to see."
Hermione's heart dropped, 'shit. Now I get to stay with Malfoy for a year. Ah hell may as well pretend to like the idea.'
"So Malfoy you and me then, what do you want the password to be?" she forced a smile onto her face. He stared with pure hatred back.
"Well if that is all then I will be going, all your belongings are already in their you will find. Goodnight," and Dumbledore walked off leaving the four pupils in a mix of resentment, excitement and confusion.
Draco and Hermione stared at their portrait, black words scrolled across the canvas, 'What would you like the password to be?' Hermione retrieved her wand, and wrote underneath the letters, 'ignus'. Immediately the door swung open and Hermione crawled inside, Draco following behind her. "Hey Granger, don't I even get a choice?" he grabbed the back of her robes.
She turned round and smiled sweetly, "Draco you can choose next time okay, that's a good boy," and pulled her robes free then walked up the stairs that pointed to the rooms. She entered the one that had a curly H on the door. Inside shocked her, the whole room was white, the only colour was her belongings. To tired to analyse things now she fell into bed, the sixth year meeting was early tomorrow morning and she'd like to be awake for it.
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After breakfast the sixth years followed their heads of house into a room next to the great hall. Waiting was Professor Dumbledore, "If you will all kindly take your seats, thank you. Now this new class is called Human Studies, it was invented by the Ministry of Magic, who were disturbed by a survey, that I believe was published in Daily Prophet. You will be taking this class every weekday and everyone will be assigned a partner who can not be changed and will be the same for the whole year. This partner will also be in all of your other classes you are expected to partner with them if you have the chance on an assignment or for normal class work. A series of events and tasks will be set for you on top of that. These will be organised, as you know by your prefects. How well you do with your partner will a large percentage of your grade for this class. Now, I think it is time for you to be assigned partners." Once again he brought out the Sorting Hat. "I do not know how the partners are being chosen, although your academic abilities should be around equal." Dumbledore tapped the side of the hat and said, "Amicitia."
In each person's hand a silver star appeared. It felt cool but radiated warmth from the inside. Gently Hermione prised it open, inside was a gold shimmery strip of paper. Ignoring the gasps and squeals of agony and happiness from everybody around her; Hermione swept the room with her eyes to find her partner. From behind her a voice startled her.
"Great, not only do I have to live with you mudblood but now I'm stuck with you in every single class."
"Draco, play nice we have all year for your pathetic insults," Hermione turned to face the person she would have to enjure for a whole year. A person she had tried to avoid for the last five.
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A/N: This is my first ever Harry Potter fan fic so please review and give constructive advice. This is a Draco and Hermione fic. Usually I write Jess/Rory fics but I can't resist write another bad boy good girl fic. SO PLEASE REVIEW!!!! If you want me to review your's I will, just leave a name. Enjoy.
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"It will return, stronger and unseen. It can not be stopped by any magic that will live in the day. Neither human nor God will survive. Two will be born, two days between. Only together they can triumph. Together they are the only source of light which will bind us with fire, to keep us from our fate."
~*~*~
He felt the curse impelling him back into the wall; to weak to look up Draco tried to block out the familiar ranting of his attacker. "Why do you feel the need to protect your little bitch! When I tell you to do something I expect it to be followed! As a Malfoy I thought I raised you better! " His voice quietened, he slipped his fingers under Draco's chin so he was staring straight into eyes that he knew so well to reflect his own steely grey. Like ice, chilling his insides, Lucius whispered, "I have given you my home, taught you everything, kept you alive. You will become a Death eater and stand by my side; with or with out the Dark Lord. Your mother's mistakes have not gone unpunished, you remember that or next time you dare defy my wishes, I will make sure you are without this weakness." Lucius pointed at what looked like heap of clothes bundled on the floor. "Do you understand me?"
Draco nodded slightly, he could feel the blood rush up to his head, the pain was luckily numbing all his feelings, that if let loose would certainly end in more than one person dying. When he heard the footsteps slowly fade away into the long corridor, he manoeuvred himself over to the lump on the floor. Carefully he rolled it over; Nacrissa's face was smothered in blood. Using most of the remnants of strength he had, Draco magically cleaned up her wounds. In turn she did the same for him. Feeling slightly better, they sat against the wall.
"Mother you can't keep letting him do this to you, one day he's going to kill you," Draco said softly stroking her hand, usually guarded emotion poured onto his face marring his unreadable features.
"It's okay I deserved it. Mistakes that were made are all my fault. I brought this upon myself and I must take the consequences now," this was the explanation that she always gave. Always in the same tone. Draco knew that there was no point to argue, as Narcrissa would never say what mistakes that she made. When he asked, she said for his own protection, he should not know.
Draco helped his mother to her feet; she kissed him good night and told him not to worry. Achingly him made his way up to his bedroom. Usually he would apparate but because he was so weak, it was safer to walk, even if it did take much more effort. Draco layed gingerly on the bed, his mother had cleared most of his injuries but his muscles still ached from the trials they had been put through.
Tomorrow he would be safe. The next day he would be away from his father, away from the Malfoy Manor. Hogwarts started and Draco was impatient to get there, the only thing he worried about was mother. Hopefully she would be okay. She always had said that Lucius toned down after he was gone, the need to prove his dominance over the household was elevated when Draco went to school.
Not that he would admit it to anyone, but Draco liked school. Learning things other than the Dark Arts for a change was welcomed. This year would be even better since he was made the Slytherin prefect. When he had received his letter, Draco had been happy, finally here was something that his father could be proud of. Yet again was he crushed when his father dismissed it and said that if he hadn't of got it, he would have suffered immiscibly. Draco had resigned himself to the fact that nothing he did could ever please his father, nor impress him. Hell even if he fought Voldermort himself and defeated him, Lucius would probably reprimand him and ask why he couldn't have finished him off faster.
Without taking his clothes off, Draco slipped underneath the covers and took out a vial of cloudy blue liquid. Unbesknowest to Professor Snape, Draco had stole the supplies out of his cupboard in fourth year when the nightmares of people being raped, tortured and killed, haunted his sleep. These were the memories of the Death eater meetings that Lucius had forced him to go to. It was his father's dream to have Draco become one of them. Draco on the other hand was having second thoughts. His mind wasn't as easily corrupted as it was in his first year. Neither the less, fifteen years of knowledge and teachings were still imbedded in his brain. Even though he hated his father, he had a strange thirst to prove himself to him, no matter how much his conscious told him that he could never match his father's standards.
Quickly he swallowed the Dreamless sleep potion and lay back down. Drowsiness came over him and the last thing he thought about was the comforting, emerald green curtains on his Hogwart's bed.
~*~*~
'School starts tomorrow.' Hermione smiled at the thought more than usual she was happy to go back. Every year she went through the same routine; check trunk, check carry bag, check Crookshanks and then check everything again. As usual she had also read all her assigned textbooks and finished all her homework. Her O.W.L's went well, she scored top marks in almost everything, usually getting over 120% on the exams. Only in potions did she struggle slightly but Hermione put that down to Professor Snape's grudge on her getting top marks in every subject. Malfoy had beaten her in that exam much to his glee. Although she begrudgingly admitted that he was smart and had come second only to her in the other tests.
After re-reading her homework she tucked it away in her bag with her ink and quill. Her eyes pasted over a piece of parchment on her desk. It was from Professor McGonagall, it announced that she was the prefect for the year. Not that it really surprised her, she was the smartest in the year, but it was nice to be reinforced.
Hermione sighed when she remembered the reaction from her father. He just looked at her in anger mingled with hate. Mr Granger suffered a terrible blow when his wife was murdered in one of Voldermort's raids last year. He had never forgiven the magical community for her death and he primarily blamed his daughter. Mr Granger never really wanted Hermione to study magic in the first place. It was Mrs Granger who encouraged her to go to Hogwarts. He tried to pull her out after the murder but she had refused him, going so far as to say she would hex him if he did. From then on, Hermione stayed out of his way as much as possible; she went out walking for hours and went to the gym. She also buried herself at the library, which reminded her of the friendly atmosphere of Hogwarts.
Hermione thought about last year as she got into bed. Voldermort had finally be defeated by Harry in a dangerous duel on the polar caps of Antarctica, but not before he had killed many muggles and mudbloods. This year was the time for rebuilding and for Hermione, try and get her father to forgive her; even if it wasn't her fault. Many of Voldermort's supporters had escaped the Ministry of Magic; the Malfoy's just one of the families with so much power that they managed to escape conviction.
'Oh well doesn't really matter now," Hermione stared at the picture on her bedside table. It showed her mum, dad and her in France on their holiday. A tear stained her cheek as she remembered the fun they had. Slowly pushing the agonising screams of her mother's death out of her mind, she fell into a restless slumber.
~*~*~
To avoid her father, Hermione left early to Kings Cross by taxi. Paying the driver she gathered her luggage and casually walked through the wall to platform nine and three quarters. Finding the prefect's compartment, she put her things down and made herself comfortable. After an hour people started to trickle in. She wandered down the carriages and searched for Harry and Ron. In the last compartment she found them kicking a football (or soccer ball, depending what country you come from) around. Since Voldermort's defeat, Sirius had been cleared of wrongdoing and all his assets were given back. Harry had gone to live with him and was teaching Ron (who stayed over the summer) and Sirius muggle games. Although they all thought that Quidditch was far better, football had taken their interest as well; so much as to Sirius charmed a TV so they could watch the games.
"Hermione!" Harry yelled and enveloped her in a hug, Ron did the same and they stood back to look at each other. The boys had grown up a lot over the holidays and had become much more handsome than the previous year. Quidditch and many vigorous training sessions could be seen beneath their tightish shirts. Both now towered over her and her neck started to ache slightly with the effort.
"Hello you two. How was your summer?" She sat down on the chair.
"It was brilliant! Living with Sirius was unbelievably amazing. I can do what I want without worrying about the Dursley's," Harry's eyes shinned and Hermione felt happy for him, he deserved a caring parent.
They sat and talked for awhile, not noticing that the train had been moving for a while.
"So how was your holiday Herms?" Ron asked.
"It was okay," she didn't give him any further information and her eyes averted their gaze when she lied. Not that either of them picked up her discomfort as Lavender and Pavarti slipped on to Ron's and Harry's laps respectively. They had started dating after Voldermort's defeat and they were barely ever apart. Hermione realised that she wouldn't be payed attention to any more as both the boys were ogling the girls chests which had developed a lot over the summer. "Bye guys." No one answered.
Slowly she walked back down to her original compartment. Quietly she slipped inside and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Sadness swept over her as once again she remembered her mother. Before she died she had found Hermione crying in the bathroom, she had told her mother that Viktor had dumped her for a blond that had rather large 'assets'. Never before had it irked her that she wasn't as 'developed' as the other girls or that her hair never stayed where she wanted it too. Her mother always reassured her that she was beautiful; but now there was no-one to stop the bouts of depression that surface every now and then. Seeing Pavarti and Lavender didn't help either.
A sneering voice pierced through her "Hoping that you could some how tame that hair of your's so people keep asking whether the pet on your head likes to be patted mudblood?" She turned around and come face to face with the boy who she had despised since her first year.
"That depends Draco, are you going to unslick your hair and get a nose job so people stop asking you whether your mother conceived you with a ferret?" she replied coolly, sitting back down with her things and taking out a book. Idly she skimmed him; he too had grown a lot. His muscles were defined, but not bulging under his black shirt which contrasted strangely with his hair.
"Watch it Mudblood," he said maliciously.
"Oooo. Scary Draco. You know that name-calling is generally left behind in at least first year. It's especially sad that you can't think of anything else to call me; but then that might be a little taxing on your tiny brain," Hermione replied scathingly.
Draco looked like he was going to slam her into a wall when the two other prefects came in with their hands full of sweets from the food trolley. They were laughing, but stopped when they noticed Hermione and Draco.
"Hullo Mione, we didn't know where you went," a bright eyed girl grinned at her.
"Hey Padma, so you're the Raven claw prefect," her gaze turned to the boy next to her. He looked familiar but she couldn't quite place him.
He smiled at her confused expression and extended a hand, "Hello Hermione I'm Adam Dynes I tend to be over looked in our grade."
"Nice to meet you," Hermione accepted his hand and immediately liked him. He was about two inches taller than her and had dark brown hair that was arranged messily. His eyes were also dark brown and were full of mischief.
For the last part of the journey the three of them talked and got to know each other better. Although Hermione knew Padma's sister Pavarti quite well since she shared a bedroom with her, she didn't really know much about Padma. Hermione found that she was extremely smart and seemed to understand her very well. She also took a liking to Adam, he reminded her of the Weasly twins but more caring. While they talked, Draco sulked in the corner, reading and advanced Transfiguration book. Adam produced a newspaper and showed them the study that had been done by the Ministry, racism and basic intolerance were at all time highs after Voldermort's down fall, it seemed no one felt safe any more. Hermione thought this was stupid, it didn't really matter who you were, they should feel grateful that they were alive.
Finally they had arrived at Hogwarts castle over the din they heard Hagrid's voice calling the first years. On one of the horseless carriages there was a very large P and on another there was a H, the four prefects made their way to their carriage and bundled inside. Draco and Hermione were forced to sit next to each other in the small cabin; to avoid touching they tried to sit almost on the walls until Adam volunteered to swap seats with Draco who whole-heartedly excepted.
~*~*~
The feast was wonderful; Harry and Ron were occupied with their girlfriends so Hermione sat with Ginny. Professor Dumbledore called for their attention when everyone had finished. "I trust you are all satisfied, if not the Weasly twins are free now to reveal their hidden knowledge, you will find them in their store in Hogsmead. Now this year at Hogwarts is a very special one. As you know Voldermort was defeated last year." A loud roar erupted; Dumbledore smiled and held up a hand, everyone fell silent. "Yes that is very good news, but many people have lost loved ones by his hand. It has also been shown that Voldermort's behaviour has encouraged different people to be ill at ease with others because of race or purity of blood. At Hogwarts we are going to implement programs to curb this trend. From now on, sixth and second years will now be taking an extra class called Human Studies. All other years will benefit from activities that our prefects will be organising. Second and sixth years, you will have a year meeting tomorrow to further discuss this class. It is also at the request of the Sorting Hat that we resort everyone just before the Christmas holidays. It asked politely and I felt that a change would be interesting so I agreed. All prefects and heads please stay when everyone is gone, to all other students I bid you goodnight."
Finally the uproar from the school after the announcements faded and the six remaining students wandered to the head of the hall. Adam and Padma were eagly discussing the new class when Dumbledore came over. "Now if the heads will follow Professor McGonagall's to their quarters I will take the prefects." The four of them followed him up many flights of stairs and through many portraits. He stopped at two blank canvases; he turned to them, "now I need someone to pick a name from here, out of no where he pulled out the Sorting Hat. This will be your new housemate, the two houses are connected and you are to share a bathroom. As you can see the canvases are blank, your room two will be all white, it will all be for you do decorate, if you need help with charms ask Professor Flickwick. The password is for you to decide. Now who would like to determine who is rooming with who?"
No one moved, Adam bit the bullet and dove his hand into the hat, "Padma," he held the piece of paper up for them to see."
Hermione's heart dropped, 'shit. Now I get to stay with Malfoy for a year. Ah hell may as well pretend to like the idea.'
"So Malfoy you and me then, what do you want the password to be?" she forced a smile onto her face. He stared with pure hatred back.
"Well if that is all then I will be going, all your belongings are already in their you will find. Goodnight," and Dumbledore walked off leaving the four pupils in a mix of resentment, excitement and confusion.
Draco and Hermione stared at their portrait, black words scrolled across the canvas, 'What would you like the password to be?' Hermione retrieved her wand, and wrote underneath the letters, 'ignus'. Immediately the door swung open and Hermione crawled inside, Draco following behind her. "Hey Granger, don't I even get a choice?" he grabbed the back of her robes.
She turned round and smiled sweetly, "Draco you can choose next time okay, that's a good boy," and pulled her robes free then walked up the stairs that pointed to the rooms. She entered the one that had a curly H on the door. Inside shocked her, the whole room was white, the only colour was her belongings. To tired to analyse things now she fell into bed, the sixth year meeting was early tomorrow morning and she'd like to be awake for it.
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After breakfast the sixth years followed their heads of house into a room next to the great hall. Waiting was Professor Dumbledore, "If you will all kindly take your seats, thank you. Now this new class is called Human Studies, it was invented by the Ministry of Magic, who were disturbed by a survey, that I believe was published in Daily Prophet. You will be taking this class every weekday and everyone will be assigned a partner who can not be changed and will be the same for the whole year. This partner will also be in all of your other classes you are expected to partner with them if you have the chance on an assignment or for normal class work. A series of events and tasks will be set for you on top of that. These will be organised, as you know by your prefects. How well you do with your partner will a large percentage of your grade for this class. Now, I think it is time for you to be assigned partners." Once again he brought out the Sorting Hat. "I do not know how the partners are being chosen, although your academic abilities should be around equal." Dumbledore tapped the side of the hat and said, "Amicitia."
In each person's hand a silver star appeared. It felt cool but radiated warmth from the inside. Gently Hermione prised it open, inside was a gold shimmery strip of paper. Ignoring the gasps and squeals of agony and happiness from everybody around her; Hermione swept the room with her eyes to find her partner. From behind her a voice startled her.
"Great, not only do I have to live with you mudblood but now I'm stuck with you in every single class."
"Draco, play nice we have all year for your pathetic insults," Hermione turned to face the person she would have to enjure for a whole year. A person she had tried to avoid for the last five.
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