"Finally, I'm home." Harry looked at the beautiful castle as they pulled up to it. "Wow. I can't believe were already seventh years. It's gone by so quickly." Hermione said, with a small tear rolling down her cheek. "Yeah, and we'll be graduating. And you know what the means……" Ron said. "PARTIES!!!" Ron and Harry said together. "Parties are not what graduating is about at all. It's about showing the world that your worth something. It's about going out into the real world and living life as a mature wizard or witch. It's about……." Hermione was interrupted by Ron and Harry screaming PARTIES in her ear.
When Hermione saw the great hall, she was astonished. It looked beautiful. There were floating crystals and candles, and diamonds on the wall. The flames inside the fire would change colors every few minutes. The house flags were sparkling, and the sky inside was filled with stars. But before she could actually get inside the hall to where the real beauty was, she was grab and pulled into a narrow, dark hallway, where a cold hand covered her mouth. When she looked into the eyes of her captor, she knew. Icy gray was the color of them. Draco was the name that immediately came to her mind. "Your pretty clever, you know that? Shutting that door on my hand. Think your brave? Try fucking with me again this year, and you'll pay, and believe me, it won't be any fine you could afford." By this time, his hand had slid off her mouth, and he was now grabbing both her arms tightly. Hermione was furious. "What are you gonna do to me, huh? Are you gonna tell the professor? I guess you forgot were not in playschool anymore! I'm not….."
But before she could finish, a pair of soft, tender lips hit hers. She didn't know why, but she kissed back instead of pushing him off of her. Their arms wrapped around each others bodys as they moved closer. The kiss was intimate, passionate, daring, and wrong all at the same time. 'This is so wrong' Hermione thought. 'This isn't how it's suppose to be. It's suppose to be with someone I love with stars and candlelight. Not with my worst enemy inside of a dark, narrow hallway.' That's what persuaded Hermione to push him off of her. Draco was furious. No one had ever pushed him away. EVER. 'Maybe she just needed some air.' Draco thought, so he went back in for another kiss. Hermione ducked, and he hit his lips against the hard, cold wall. Hermione didn't know what to do, so she ran, straight towards the great hall. The footsteps were echoing nearer with each step Draco took towards her. She had no where to go except inside the Great Hall, where all heads turned when she walked in. "Ah, Ms. Granger. So happy you could join us." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled down on Hermione. "Sorry professor. I have a slight case of the flu, and wasn't feeling so well." Dumbledore was silent, and then nodded his head, although she knew he saw right through her. "Well then you should be making a trip to Madame Pomfrey after the feast. But now, we eat!"
Draco did not join the feast, and obviously missed the sorting of the 1st years. He didn't even want to look at Hermione right now. He couldn't believe someone had turned him down. Especially a mudblood. 'It doesn't matter, I can always find another prettier girl. She's a god damn muggle, for Christ's sake, what were you thinking Draco? Do you know what your father would do to you if he knew you even made contact with a mudblood? I'm a sex god, and I'm popular, and I am a god damn MALFOY!' Draco hit the wall at these thoughts. He fell to the ground and leaned with his back against the wall, tilting his head back. A tear came down his cheek, and he wiped it off. "Why do I feel like shit then?" Draco said to himself.
Hermione was having a lot of trouble sleeping that first night. There were way to many thoughts running through her head. Most of them about Draco. "ERG! I can't sleep!!!" She whispered to herself. She got up and just sat there for a while, trying to let her mind clear. Then, when that didn't work, she went down to the common room, thinking the bright flames of the fire would sooth her thoughts. But the fire wasn't the first thing she saw when she got in the room, like she expected. Somebody else was sitting on the couch, with their head in their hands, running their fingers through there hair. It was a boy. Very tall. Muscular looking. "Harry?" Hermione thought she had it right. And she did. Harry turned around to see who called him, and stood up when he saw it was Hermione. "Hey…..I just…..I couldn't….." "Sleep?" Hermione finished his sentence for him. "Yeah. Exactly." Hermione came and sat down, and motioned for Harry to sit next to her. "Yeah. I have way to many thoughts running through my head." Harry sat down. "Like what?" He asked. "Nothing. Just like what classes will be like, and graduating. How 'bout you? Why can't you sleep?" Harry sat up a little, looking a bit uncomfortable. "Well……." Hermione laughed. "Oh come on Harry! I'm your best friend, you can tell me what your thinking." Harry drooped his head. "You really wanna know?" Hermione nodded. He brought his head back up again. "You."
