A/N: If only good ol' Shakespeare could see this, he'd be rolling over in his grave. The gang at Hogwarts has taken over his classic tale of forbidden love, Romeo and Juliet. Kitty, you're gonna read it and LIKE it! Susan, you owe me! Lol. But seriously Kitty, just give it a chance, even though you don't like Draco/Hermione. This prologue is an explanation why Hermione is affiliated with the Weasleys. Try not to cry too hard! J/k. everyone, please R/R!

Dedicated to: Kitty, my bestest friend in the world, who doesn't like Draco/Hermione for some weird reason. Hopefully this stirring rendition will change your mind.

Disclaimer: I own squat.

Draco & Hermione

By: PunkMoxXie (Caitlin)

Prologue

 "Mom, Dad, you really didn't have to do this for me," Hermione gushed. She was home with her parents over the summer. She was about to enter her last and final year of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and Hermione's parents had gotten a letter from Hogwarts a few days earlier about the achievements of their gifted daughter. She was Head Girl, had been offered numerous internships at magical businesses, and had been recruited by LIAO, London's International Auror Organization. It included a letter written by the Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore:

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Granger,

You should be very proud of your daughter, Hermione. In addition to being a wonderfully intuitive and outstanding young woman, she is also committed to the students at Hogwarts, which is why I am appointing her to be Head Girl this year. With this privilege comes great responsibility however. She must keep her grades up to a respectable level, or else she will be removed from this distinguished position. Her responsibilities include keeping control of the students, and representing the school in competitions and meetings. She will have to work together, along with the head boy, to ensure a prosperous year. Also, I have included the offers that were sent to Hogwarts for Hermione.

Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore.

"We want to honey, you deserve it," Mr. Granger said. Hermione looked at the tiny box in front of her on the kitchen table. Her parents, although not being very wealthy, managed to get her a present on behalf of her new honors. She undid the silver ribbon and opened the pale green lid. Inside was a golden necklace, with a purple amethyst heart.

"That heart has a little piece of your father and me in it," her mother said. Hermione had grown considerably since that fateful day she found out she had been accepted to Hogwarts. She had aged into a younger version of her mother, they were both graceful in movement, but still had that stubborn attitude. Even though they were very, very different in background, they both thought and felt the same. Her mother put the necklace around her neck; it complemented her neck and chest perfectly.

Hermione was 16 and was on top of the world.

.:~*~:.

Hermione was awakened by the morning sun peeping through her window; she sat up and looked at the clock, 9:30. She had 2 weeks left and was going to Diagon Alley today for her materials she needed. She was completely at peace. She reached to put her necklace on, but was interrupted by her mother's scream from the family room.

"Let her go!" her father commanded. There was fear mixed in with his voice. Hermione raced to the family room to see the hoard of Death Eaters grab both of her parents and apparate.

Hermione was frantic. She had to think what to do…she need to get dressed, get her wand, and alert the Ministry of Magic…she did those things as fast as humanly possible, she was ready to apparate to rescue her parents but then she remembered she didn't know where they were and she became extremely frustrated. So she sent an owl to the 2 people she knew she could count on.

.:~*~:.

An hour after she had sent an owl to Harry and Ron, they apparated into her house, ready to go. She explained the situation to Ron and Harry.

"We better go to Diagon Alley then," Ron suggested.

"Main place for wizards to go," Harry agreed.

"Let's go then!" Hermione agreed. She wasn't sure that they were there, but she had to start somewhere. The 3 teenagers apparated to Diagon Alley.

.:~*~:.

They went into every shop, searching for Hermione's mom and dad. Finally, Harry suggested, "Maybe we should split up. We'd cover more ground. And if we see anything, we'll go to the Ministry of Magic."

"Agreed," Ron and Hermione said. They went in 3 opposite directions.

Hermione went to the Leaky Cauldron, and saw group of hoods huddled in the corner. Not thinking at all, she yelled, "HEY!"

She was fuming. These pricks kidnapped her parents, they had to pay…

But her anger alone wasn't enough to stop them. One of the Death Eaters pulled back his hood revealing a head very familiar face, Lucius Malfoy.

"We were looking for you," he snarled. He picked her up, put a sleeping spell over her, and apparated.

.:~*~:.

Hermione awoke, but not to her familiar bed. She was tied to a chair with magical ties, and smoke covered the room she was in. Was it fire? No, didn't smell like fire. Must be some type of spell, she thought out loud. The smoke surrounded her like a blanket, forbidding her to see anything. The smoke entered her eyes and nose like an unwanted visitor…she coughed and sputtered to get it out. Suddenly, there was a green flash of light, changing the dark gray smoke to neon green. It was the Avada Kedarva curse, she feared the worst.

The smoke disappeared. The room was rather a large area: the International Quidditch Field to be exact. She was tied to chair in one of the spectators' boxes way up high. She looked down to the field…two bodies were on the floor. Her stomach sank. She had to get rid of these ties somehow. But when she tried to move her hands, the ties were gone. They must have disappeared with the smoke, she thought. She burst open the door and ran down the long flight of stairs to the field where she feared her two parents lay. But they were. They held each others hand, their eyes open, and both of their mouths open in a twisted scream. Hermione covered her mouth to scream, but she couldn't. She went into shock.

.:~*~:.

"I'm so sorry this happened 'Mione," Ron said. He was at the main office of the Ministry of Magic. Hermione was sitting in a chair with a blanket wrapped around her. She had a blank expression.

"Hermione, please," Ron said. He knew she was still in shock. He patted her cheek in affect to get her to snap out of it. "Could I have a glass of water?" he yelled to anyone that would answer in the busy office. Harry wasn't there yet, no one was.

Finally, after many attempts of waking Hermione out of her dazed state, she finally blinked and shifted her gaze at Ron's concerned blue eyes.

"They're dead…" that's all she could say.

"I know…" Ron said, "But we'll fix this-"

"No Ron," Hermione said, anger rising in her shaking voice, "Nothing can fix this. They can't come back. They're dead. Dead as 2 doornails."

"Come stay with us," Ron offered almost immediately. Hermione blinked up at him with teary eyes. She nodded.

"Good," Ron said softly. He held Hermione closely as she cried over the events of the day.

A/N: This is just an explanation why Hermione will be affiliated with the Weasleys from now on! You like so far??? Remember to review! Flames will be used to make tasty s'mores…KITTY….

Also, please give Kitty a big round of applause on her snag of the lead of the Christmas play!!! Harry Potter would be pleased my dear!! Good for you!