A/N: A NEW STORY! I am just starting off on a whim. No clue where this is going, so far. Just check out the first chapter and let me know what you think!

The 7th Year Itch

Chapter 1: Train Ride

Draco stared out the compartment window, his mind completely void of thought. The summer had been tiring, stressful, and well, different.

His father's face quickly flashed in his mind, Draco's own wand pointed at his father's chest.

"Go on boy, I dare you. You wouldn't kill you own father," snarled Lucius.

In the distance, was a weak, female voice, "Do it Malfoy, now before it's too late."

Draco wanted to turn and look at her but didn't want to loose contact with his father. She was hurt and he wanted to help, but this was up to him. Voldemort had been dead, no more than five minutes, thanks to Potter. Now, his father was seeing to it that his only son pay for betraying him and the family name.

"Listen to the mudblood son, best kill me now before I do you in," Lucius continued the sneer, but Draco could see the fear in his eyes. His wand was in the safe hands of Ron Weasley, Lucius was defenseless. So why was he hesitating to kill him. Kill the man that made his life a living hell.

Once again he heard voices from behind him.

"We need to get her to St. Mungo's," shouted a male voice.

A frightened girl was sobbing, "The bleeding won't stop!"

"He got her good."

Draco listened as hate rose more into his him, his blood beginning to boil. As if in slow motion, he raised his wand at his father. Lucius' eyes widened as he saw Draco's mouth open, he could do nothing. He was dying at the hands of his son.

"So be it, son."

With a flick of the wrist, Draco shouted, "AVADA KEDAVRA!"

Draco fell back words as the flash of green hit his father's chest. Lucius let out a long, frightful scream.

"Draco, you alright?"

Draco shook to attention and looked up at the person who had just entered his compartment.

"I'm fine," he said solemnly. He looked back out the window and could see the lights of Hogwart's in the distance.

"Well, prefects and the heads need to meet before we get to school, you coming?"

Draco nodded at the boy, "I will be there in a second."

The boy nodded back and exited back out the compartment. Draco slowly tugged his robes over his clothes. He dug further into his trunk and pulled out a badge. He pinned it to his robes, with which he rubbed it to make it shine brighter. He looked at the 'H' and grinned to himself, "Really thought Potter was going to get this," he said to himself. He messed with his hair with a small hand mirror.

As he did so, a small knot hit his stomach. He realized, he would be seeing Potter, Weasley and Granger for the first time since that night. Throughout the war last year, he had been a spy for the Order. Not wanting to be what his father was. The mighty three had a hard time trusting him, but in the end, he had earned their respect.

He knew Granger had survived her injuries through word of mouth. He asked the right people how she was, to be sure no one really caught on of how concerned he was. She had made a pretty swift recovery and was out of St. Mungo's in just a few weeks time.

Draco made his way out of the compartment. He walked fairly quickly to the back of the train and the noise of a large group became louder. He put his hand to the handle and took in a deep breath. He opened it slowly and the talking decreased to a hush. He looked around at the faces which were looking right back to him.

"And here is the new Head Boy," stated Ernie MacMillan, "Bout time, Malfoy," he said with a smirk.

"Thanks for that McMillan ," Draco shut the compartment, "So, did I miss anything?"

"Not really, I can't seem to get them into order," Draco looked to his right as Hermione walked up to him, "But, you walking into the room sure seems to be a good start," she smiled at him and his stomach knotted back up.

"Er... Granger, good to see you are up and about. In the hospital long?" he muttered out while fidgeting with his robes.

"Just a few weeks, not too long, but you knew that already didn't you?" Before he had a chance to respond she turned to the group, "Alright everyone! Quiet please!" she paused for a moment hoping with little success the once again rowdy room would get quiet again. She turned to Draco with a pleading look.

He let out a breath and brought two of his fingers to his lips and let out a loud whistle, "Oy!! QUIET!!"

A large hush fell back onto the room. Hermione placed her hand on his shoulder, "Thanks," she whispered.

Draco smiled weekly and watched her address the group. 'This is going to be a strange year,' he thought to himself.

A/N: Well? What do you think so far? I will wait on reviews to see if I continue with this. With out interest, I see no point.

Anyways, as I said before, this all just came together as I typed. A few ideas are coming to mind.

Please Read and Review!