Alright, just to clear up things even further: Everyone in school had bits and pieces of their memory erased so that none of them would remember that Voldemort was even in their midst (if they even had an inkling of what was going on.) Hermione, Draco, and Harry had large parts of their memory altered so that they would forget the extreme amount of pyschologically and physically crushing pain. Many events led up to the disaster, so many things had to be forgotten, including Hermione and Draco's crush on each other. But don't fear! It'll all work out in the end! So please read and review! Thanks a bunch! Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Hermione Granger sat in a train cabin talking excitedly with her two best friends. Her Caramel eyes sparkled, and her honey-streaked blonde hair shone in the sunlight streaming in through the window. She looked regal and pleasant in her new black robes with red trim. Her red and gold silk tie blended nicely next to the fancy inscriptions over the right breast of her robes: 'Head Girl.'

Ron sat next to her grinning madly. He too had new robes, and was extremely excited about them. They were the first 'new' school item's he's ever had besides his wand; everything else had been a hand-me-down. Sure they didn't read, 'Head Boy' or anything, but he was proud that he sported the Gryffindor crest. Red went well with red, speaking about his hair of course. His mane was still a flaming red color, but it looked nice on him, now that he seemed a little more muscular, and a little less dorky.

Harry meanwhile, just sat back and listened to the conversation, smiling peacefully. He hadn't heard or felt anything from Voldemort lately, so his heart was at peace. His hair was still tousled, but it looked nice on his mature facial features. He still wore the same circular bifocals, and still sported the same lightning bolt scar, but he had gotten more comfortable with it as he grew up. There were no new items for Harry, although his shoes shone particularly bright when the sunlight caught them just right. Simple things such as these made Harry feel calm and for once...normal.

"You guys, I've been thinking about this quite a bit over the summer...I think we should be a little more calm and a little more careful this year. It's our last year here, and I want it to be our best. I...I really don't want to leave with any enemies..." Hermione stated, and then looked down, seemingly fascinated with the hem of her robes.

"She's right," Harry said, looking over to Ron, who just nodded enthusiastically.

"Yeah! I'm sick and tired of being bullied by people like Malfoy. Like Mum always, drown your enemies in kindness to turn them into allies!" Ron declared proudly.

"Excellent! So we all agree to our new "nice-ness" pact!" Hermione said.

"Yup!" said Harry.

"You got it!" said Ron.

"So, Hermione, Dumbledore never told you who the Head Boy is?" Harry said, trying to get another conversation going. It wasn't too hard to do with friends like his, though.

"Yeah. Quite peculiar. I wonder who it could be. I'm thinking it's a Ravenclaw fellow. Seems like only one of them would have high enough marks to become Head Boy," Hermione commented. Ron smirked and rolled his eyes at Harry, who smiled a knowing smile. Hermione would always brag, but would never consciously realize it. "Oh, I'm so confused right now! I'm so happy because I'm Head Girl and I get brand new, nicer living quarters, but at the same time I'm deeply saddened because I won't be there with you boys," Hermione said, going from an enthusiastic grin to a frown.

"Oh don't worry about it Hermione! We can still eat together at lunch!" Ron said, looking to Harry for conformation about the last fact. Harry nodded.

"Yeah, and it's not like we won't see you around. We still have some classes together!" Harry said.

"And...I can always come to you boys if there's ever anything wrong, right?"

"Of course!" the two boys crowed in unison. Hermione smiled at her two friends. She was so lucky to have them...

It was only a short time before Hermione, Harry, and Ron arrived at the Hogwarts train station. All three waved silently at Hagrid as he led some first years to the lake. Hermione paused to remember her first year, but Harry yanked her out of it by pulling her arm.

"Come on, Hermione. Ron's got a chariot for us!" Harry said, motioning towards Ron who was holding open the door of a chariot. Hermione nodded and she and Harry bustled over to the chariot.

Once inside, they began to talk more about what classes they were taking.

"I'll be taking advanced arithmancy, advanced ancient runes, advanced muggle studies..."

"Enough with all of the advanced classes!" Harry interjected, interrupting Hermione's sentence. Hermione blushed slightly, for she hadn't meant to brag.

"Well all three of us have advanced muggle studies and advanced potions together, so that's not too bad," commented Ron, who stroked the cool leather of the seat lightly.

Soon the chariot came to a slow stop, and Ron hunched down to get through the door. He had grown quite a bit taller over the summer. He held the door open as Harry and Hermione climbed out after him.

Hermione looked up at the castle in front of her as she gripped Ron's arm to get out. It was simply a 'magical' sight. A cloudless sky presented exceptionally clear and bright stars, and a crescent moon hung dutifully above. The castle itself was lit up, so it almost resembled a jack-o- lantern; a dark mass with light glowing out of it here and there. Despite growing up as a witch the last 7 years, Hermione was still a muggle at heart.

"Wow, it's even more beautiful this year!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Yeah..."Harry said, although his gaze was fixated on a chariot of cute and giggling 7th year Ravenclaws.

"Come on, guys! We want to get in early so we can say hello to everyone!" Ron said. He was a good 20 feet away, and was pointing to a line of people heading inside the castle doors. Hermione looked at Harry, giggled, and the two of them went racing after Ron, running up the stone stairs at a full sprint.

Once inside the massive double doors made of oak, the trio looked around at everyone. Everyone was mixed up, talking to friends and acquaintances, asking how everyone's summers had been. Hermione immediately felt at home.

"Ginny!" Hermione squealed, when she saw the back of a familiar head. The 6th year Gryffindor girl turned and ran towards Hermione, arms open for a hug. The two girls embraced warmly as Harry and Ron made their way over to Dean Thomas, whom Ginny had been chatting up a storm with.

"Ginny! You look great!" Hermione commented. Ginny had definitely grown up. She was a little taller, and had started to fill out some more. Her face was blemish-free and looked angelic. Her hair was layered and framed her face delicately.

"Oh, Hermione! You do to!" Ginny replied.

"So was that Dean you were just talking to?" Hermione asked, peering around the girl to get a better look.

"Yeah, it was. But it's not what you think!" Ginny exclaimed, waving her hands in front of her in a negative manner. Hermione raised an eyebrow and smirked.

"I like Seamus, and I was just asking Dean if he had seen him," Ginny said. Hermione threw an arm around the blushing Weasley.

"You know I won't tell anyone," Hermione whispered into Ginny's ear. Ginny brightened at this and hugged the brunette next to her.

"Students!" A loud voice echoed through the hall. Everyone fell silent and turned their gaze towards the top of the marble staircase. Albus Dumbledore stood there, looking gallant as ever, his long grey beard flowing down to his waist. He was flanked by Minerva McGonagall and Pomona Sprout on his right, while Severus Snape and Filius Flitwick stood on his left.

"Please be seated at your house tables, so we may begin the sorting!" Dumbledore said. The students began talking at once as they made their way through another set of oak double doors to sit at their respective tables.

From across the room and through all the people, Hermione could see Draco Malfoy. He looked...different. A new kind of aura surrounded him and Hermione could feel the radiation of the change throughout the room. He was currently sneering at some third year Hufflepuff girls who ran off to their tables, scared by the upperclassmen. Draco just smirked and seated himself between Crabbe and Goyle. Pansy Parkinson sat across from him, being really flirtatious.

'Same old Pansy,' Hermione thought to herself. As much as she despised the overly flirtatious (some might call her a s but Hermione would never say or think such a thing!) Slytherin, she knew she had to be nice.

Once more, the doors burst open. Everyone's attention snapped to Hagrid as the half-giant led two rows of children towards the front of the room, where McGonagall stood looking prominent and stern. The sorting hat sat fidgeting on a wooden steal to her right.

"I shall call your names one by one so that you may be sorted. Let's begin!"

As the transfiguration professor read off the names, the children were sorted. Gryffindor burst into loud applause, with hooting and hollering when a first year was sorted in. The Slytherin house hooted as well when they got their own first years. Meanwhile, the Ravenclaws applauded proudly, trying not to make spectacles of themselves, while the Hufflepuff girls squealed and the boys stomped their feet.

Hermione laughed and remembered when she herself got sorted into Gryffindor. It was one of the proudest moments of her life.

Soon the new Gryffindor boys and girls seated themselves, and immediately the upperclassmen started talking with them, warning them about their teachers, and explaining quidditch to the muggle-borns.

"Now, I'd like to present, our new Head Boy and Head Girl!" Dumbledore declared loudly, quieting the hall once more.

"Miss Hermione Granger!" He said loudly. Hermione blushed and stood, making her way quickly up the short flight of stairs to stand next to Dumbledore, while extremely loud applause resounded throughout the room. The teachers looked on at her with great admiration and pride at the student that they loved to teach. Hermione glanced back and smiled at her teachers, who smiled back (all except Snape of course). Professor Trelawney even gave her a thumbs up! Hermione giggled and turned her attention back to Dumbledore. She didn't want to miss it when he called up the Head Boy.

"And Hogwarts' new Head Boy...Draco Malfoy!"

Applause erupted from the Slytherin table as Draco sauntered down the walkway and up to Dumbledore. The rest of the room applauded, but only to be polite.

"These two are the new Head Boy and Head Girl of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! They will work together to help promote inter- house relations, as well as plan some exciting events for us all! So let's have another round of applause for our new Heads!" Dumbledore said, backing away as applause drowned out all other noise. Hermione waved impishly while Draco smirked and looked around.

"Dinner will now be served!" Dumbledore said. With those words, plates upon plates of delicious food appeared in front of the hungry travelers. The plates were met with 'ooh's' and 'ahh's.' The upperclassmen immediately dug in while the first years stared dumbfounded at the food that had just appeared.

"They didn't serve this last year!" Ron exclaimed, his mouth full of turkey.

"I know! Isn't it good?" Ginny replied, slicing up a piece of cake and handing it to a blonde first year next to her. Everyone around them nodded and proceeded to stuff themselves.

10 minutes later

Ron sat back and patted his full stomach.

"I haven't eaten that good since...I can't remember!" he exclaimed.

"That was so much better than the slop the Dursley's served me!" Harry said, shuddering at the thought of his pig-like cousin and uncle.

"Oh my. I thought my cherry cobbler was good, but that! That was excellent! I'll be sure to deliver an extra big pile of clothes for the house elves to wear come winter time!" Hermione said. Even over the summer she hadn't forgotten about her dedication to S.P.E.W.

"I'm dying to see your new room, Hermione!" Ginny said, leaning over the table at her.

"So am I! Come on boys, let's go check it out!" Hermione giggled, standing up and briskly walking towards the entrance. Harry, Ron, and Ginny were close on her heels.

Hermione navigated the crew up 4 flights of stairs, through a series of corridors, finally ending up on a painting of a boy and a girl. It was obvious they were the first Head Boy and Girl. The boy was a tall lanky brunette that sported the crest of Ravenclaw while the girl was a tiny blonde from Hufflepuff. They smiled down at the group in front of them, and chorused together: "Password?"

Hermione leaned in and whispered the password to the painting. The two smiled and the painting swung open. Hermione motioned for the others to follow as she stepped through the circular hole in the wall. Once inside, Hermione couldn't believe her eyes.

The room was lavishly decorated. The walls were striped with crimson red and forest green, giving it almost a Christmas-y look. Most of the walls were lined with oak bookshelves that reached up to touch the ceiling. A cozy fire crackled in a large stone fireplace. Above the fireplace were large black iron initials; an S for Slytherin, and to its right, a G for Gryffindor. Two black couches sat opposite each other. A green blanket draped over the edge of one of the couches, with a Silver pillow with a green S on it resting on its edges. Meanwhile a golden colored blanket was folded on one of the seat cushions; a red pillow with a gold S on lay on top. A small pine work table with a few chairs on each side was off to the side.

"It's...wonderful!" Hermione exclaimed, looking around.

"Wow, this couch is so soft. It's much softer than the tartan-colored one we have in the Gryffindor common room," said Ron, who was currently lying on the black couch. Ginny sat next to him, pushing his feet out of the way. She gasped, and brushed the couch with her fingertips.

"Oh, it's suede! It's sooooo luxuriously soft, Hermione!" Ginny cooed. Hermione was busy looking at the books. All were titles she hadn't ever seen in the library. She jumped back when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Let's go check out your room, Hermione," Harry suggested softly. Hermione nodded, picked out a few large leather-bound books, and walked over to the door with a wrought-iron G on it. She gulped and turned the brass handle. She peered around the corner and walked in, once again amazed at her surroundings.

Directly in front of her was a large four poster bed with gauzy white curtains surrounding it. A large chest of drawers was to her left, which sat next to a 7 foot tall, 4 foot wide mirror with golden trim. To her right, were her trunk and an oak desk with a leather swiveling desk chair. Ron immediately sat down in it and proceeded to spin to his hearts content. Hermione cautiously approached the bed. She drew aside the curtains, and looked down at the bedspread. A crimson red comforter was topped by golden pillows. She folded the sheets back and discovered them to be a soft material. The cottony sheets reminded her of brand new t-shirts, and how they were always extremely soft- that is, until the third or fourth wash, when they became scratchy and dull. Hopefully this would not be the case.

"Nice digs, Hermione!" Ron commented from the black leather desk chair.

"It's so pretty and big!" Ginny exclaimed, walking over to the life-size mirror.

Harry sat down at the edge of the bed.

"I wouldn't mind sleeping here every night!" he said, sighing happily. Hermione went over and opened a stain glass window. She could see the lake glistening in the moonlight below.

"I love it!" Hermione decided, turning back to her friends.

"Yeah, it's really great! Invite me up here for a sleepover some night!" Ginny said, winking.

"Well, we should get going back to our own rooms. We still need to unpack and all..." Harry explained.

"Oh, right," Hermione said. One by one, she hugged her friends goodnight, and watched them step out of the hole in the wall, the painting closing soundly behind them. She walked back to the center of the room, her hand smoothing over the arm of the suede couch. Falling backwards, she plopped herself down and lay on her 'G' pillow. She kicked her feet idly and closed her eyes.

'This is heaven...' Hermione thought serenely.

"Hmph. I thought they'd never leave," came a masculine voice from the corner of the room. Hermione bolted up and saw Draco leaning in the doorway, his black and silver themed room behind him. He was clad only in some black boxers, an undershirt, and some white socks. He held a menacing sneer on his face as he stared at the girl across from him.

'So much for heaven...'

Haha, i really like that chapter, so if you don't well.....then you're a poo-head, lol jk. I love you all, and if you love me and want me to write more, then please review and tell me what you thought! Thanks!
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