Disclaimer: I do not own Harry
Potter. Everything belongs to J.K.R and WB and whoever is involved with the
editing + publishing + distributing of the books.
Pairings: Harry/Ginny, Draco/Hermione, Ron/OC Rating: R Setting: Story starts
summer before 6th year.
I know now that the fifth book is out, a lot of the facts or events in the story are not true anymore. But just look at it as a semi-Alternate Universe ok?
-A week after Lucius' death-
Draco closed his eyes and sighed. Rubbing his temples, he cursed the fact that he had to take care of everything now that his father's gone. His mother had kept herself in her room, declaring that she was grieving over the death of her husband. Appearances must be kept up after all, just incase someone comes to visit. Narcissa wasn't really grieving. She kept herself entertained by reading books in bed, sleeping, or dressing up and admiring herself in the mirror. At least they had enough money in Gringotts to last 2 or 3 more generations in the Malfoy family, even if they don't earn any income. Luckily financially, Draco didn't have to worry so much. The Daily Prophet had reported the death of Lucius Malfoy and the cause was an illness of the heart. Draco kept his father's body from being examined and quickly had the body buried next to all the other deceased Malfoys.
The school year was starting in 2 days and he was going to have to manage Death Eater business for Voldemort as well as schoolwork and the N.E.W.T.S. His Father had always berated him for having lower grades than that Mudblood Granger. Draco's grades were above average but not up to par with Granger's. Narrowing his eyes in anger, Draco moodily put away the papers he had been going over in his father's study in the past week. Glancing at the clock, he saw that it was 2am. Yawning, he shut the lamp and walked upstairs to his bedroom, where he fell asleep as soon as his head met the pillow.
-Hermione's Point of View-
After saying bye to my parents, I pushed my trolley casually against the barrier and fell through onto Platform 9¾.
Looking around I saw, no actually I heard the Weasley family. Fred and George were yet again in an argument with Mrs. Weasley about their joke shop. She still thinks that it's not too late for them to look for a better job. Mr. Weasley was on the side, trying to push the twins onto the train to get away from their mother. Ron was standing with Ginny, both trying to look like they aren't part of the embarrassing group of people.
Deciding to save them, I ran over with my trolley and waved. "Thank goodness, it's Hermione." Ginny said, with a relieved expression.
Everyone else noticed me and the argument was forgotten for the moment. The train was 5 minutes away from leaving so we all boarded the train and waved goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.
Since Ron and I were both prefects, we had to leave Ginny.
"It's ok, when your meeting is finished, just come look for me?" she assured us.
We nodded and headed for the compartment to attend the short meeting, where we discuss the passwords to the individual houses, among other things.
"Oh great." Ron muttered. I stood on tiptoes to peer over his shoulders into the room. Malfoy was the only one already in the compartment. Seeing Malfoy I remembered that the Daily Prophet's article on Lucius Malfoy's death. Feeling that maybe Malfoy would not be in the mood to pick on Ron and me, I whispered into Ron's ear, "Just ignore him."
Walking, I sat down not once looking at Malfoy. A few seconds passed. The silence was deafening. I sneaked a glance at him and my eyes widened. He had dark circles around his eyes and that made him seem paler. He seemed tired. Apparently not tired enough, though. Malfoy met my eyes with a stony glare. Then he slowly smirked. "Like what you see Granger?" I cannot believe this coldhearted jerk! His father, as nasty as Lucius was, had died a week ago and here he is, acting like nothing happened?
Ron narrowed his eyes. "You are so full of sh-"
"Ron, don't use such language!" I cut him off.
Ron fell silent but continued to glare in Malfoy's direction.
"What Weasley? You listen to the Mudblood's every command now? Pathetic."
{What the hell is wrong with Malfoy?! He should know better than to pick a fight with Ron at a time like this. Another prefect can walk in any minute..} I frowned.
Ron had leaped up with his fists clenched. "You looking for a fight Malfoy?" he snarled.
Malfoy slowly stood up and crossed his arms. "How sweet. Granger's knight coming to save her."
"Watch out. You have no daddy to hide behind now." Ron angrily said.
Malfoy's gray eyes was full of cold rage and it looked like war was going to start.
I had enough, Ron was pushing it a bit too far. Jumping up, I put both hands on Ron's chest and pushed him forcefully back down into his seat. Whirling around I mimicked Malfoy's stance and a staring contest ensued.
I broke the silence first. "Malfoy, exactly what kind of sick pleasure do you get out of insulting us? I mean if you hate us so much, why don't you just pretend we don't exist?"
At that moment, the other prefects came in, along with the Head Boy and Head Girl. I sat back down, satisfied that I had gotten the last word.
After every one was seated, the Head Boy and Girl started on reviewing on the duties of a prefect. Then we moved on to the House passwords.
"The password this year for the Prefect's bathrooms is 'Summer Breezes'. When I call your house, one prefect from each house come up to me to get their password." The Head Girl announced.
"Hufflepuff." I watched as Ernie Macmillan get up and receive Hufflepuff's common room password.
"Slytherin." Malfoy got up and arrogantly strolled over to where the Head Girl was sitting. A smirk appeared on his face as he got the password. It was probably something like 'Gryffindors suck'. Harry and Ron had told me that the Slytherin password in 2nd year was 'Pure Blood'.
"Gryffindor."
I decided to go up since Ron was comfortable sitting there and the two new fifth-year Gryffindor prefects were too nervous to get up.
"Let's see…your password is 'Fidens Animus'." She said with a lowered voice.
Nodding I went back to my seat.
"What's the password?" Ron asked. The other two Gryffindor prefects leaned in to hear.
"Fidens Animus." I said quietly.
"Okay. Let's get back to Ginny."
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A/N: I'm not sure if its correct but 'Fidens Animus' is suppose to mean 'Courageous Spirit'.
