A/n- Hiyas people! This is going to be a good story. It will be a
Hermione/Draco, Ginny/Harry, Ron/ you will have to wait and see! If you
have not read the 5th book yet... why haven't you? But I will not ruin it...
fyi- a certain character that JK killed off in that book will be alive and
well in this story! Mwa ha ha! Any ways I do not own Harry Potter. I do not
wish to own Harry Potter. But I would like to know how much it would cost
for Draco??? Enjoy the first of many chapters of Year seven: All grown up!
Chapter 1—All to 9 ¾
Hermione's morning
Hermione Granger stood uncertainly in front of the full length mirror. The morning sunshine filled the room as she once again checked her reflection. Her once frizzy and bushy brown curls, now hung smoothly and silkily into loose tendrils. She had worked on her appearance profusely over the summer holiday, and she must admit, it had paid off.
Her now straight teeth shone brightly as she adjusted the head girl badge on her white tank top.
Her tank top and skirt barely hid her newly formed curves.
She glanced once again into the mirror before she plopped carelessly onto her bed for the last time. The next time she would be in this house would be to gather the last of her belongings before she moved permanently to the world pf magic. She looked lovingly around the room. The pale pink walls and small pictures of family and close friends greeted her warmly. She would miss this room, but living alone would be better.
She looked over her neatly written check list.
"Books check. Wand, check. Regular clothes, check. School clothes, check." She mumbled on for a rough ten minutes, checking and re-checking that she hadn't forgotten anything.
Her appearance may have changed, but she still had a book worm side.
She straightened her skirt and grabbed a handle of the at least eighty-pond- trunk and began pulling it down the stairs. She left it at the bottom of the stairs and headed to the kitchen for some last minute bonding with her parents.
As she sat down at the far edge of the table she noticed a small tear slip down her mother's cheek. "MOM!" Hermione whined. "We've been through this before. I am seventeen! I am going to be working there; it only makes since to live there!" Her mother forced a smile while her father nodded his grey head.
"It's almost 10:00, honey. You better hurry with breakfast if you want to be early."
Hermione nodded briskly and headed for the stack of freshly prepared waffles.
After the waffles and a fast conversation with her parents, they piled themselves and Hermione's abnormally heavy trunk into the small family car and headed towards Kings Cross Station.
Draco's morning
Draco sat unmoving against the cold stone wall of Malfoy manor. He strained to get up and ignore the incessant yelling that echoed through the large dark mansion. His father, the bastard that he was, had spent the morning harassing his mother. His mother was the only person who actually cared for him. She always had, but his father made it a point to make her and everyone else's life miserable. Draco scowled as he tossed his wand and the last remaining articles of clothing into his silver trunk before shutting the clasp fiercely. He quietly summoned one of his many house elves to carry his trunk downstairs.
He looked around his room for the last time. "Yes!" He practically screamed. This was the last time he would ever set foot inside of Malfoy Manor. At the end of term he was moving out permanently.
He smirked evilly as he slowly made his way down the stairs. He staggered into the dining hall to find not breakfast, but a terrified looking Mrs. Malfoy in a corner being hit repeatedly by an enraged Lucius.
"Father!" Draco bellowed.
Lucius Malfoy pushed a long lock of blonde hair out of his flustered face as he turned to look at his determined son.
Draco suddenly felt very small and weak in the large dining hall. The walls, the floor, and the ceiling now seemed miles away.
He cleared his throat, hoping to clear his mind as well. "Leave her be." Draco managed. His father raised an eyebrow and sighed.
"I have few things to do before I leave, but you do have ministry officials after you, don't want to stay in one place for too long." Draco choked.
Lucius screamed out in frustration as he kicked Narcissa in the ribs, hard enough to send her head back, instantly colliding with the stone wall.
Draco stood there, dumbfounded. His eyes played a tennis match between his injured mother and his heartless father. He strained to keep his face emotionless as his father moved his gaze from Narcissa to his son.
"Have a good year at school, son." Lucius spat. The last word escaped his lips, as if it were tortured. Draco had no chance to reply or even the chance to think of one, for his father stepped forward and with a pop, he disappeared.
Draco immediately ran to his mother's side. He looked at her pale face and her dim lifeless eyes. This was why he had refused to become a death eater. To be honest, he was not good; he just had no interest of serving someone so cruel and unjust.
He wiped the blood on the woman's forehead onto his sleeve and muttered a simple healing spell. She stood up and handed him a piece of paper. She kissed him gently on the crown of his head before staring into his eyes. Although she was nearly back to perfect health, the tears still occupied her eyes.
"Draco, I love you." Draco nodded solemnly. He grabbed the piece of paper and waited for a brief moment before he headed towards the trunk in the foyer.
He grabbed a handle. The portkey activated and Draco felt the all too familiar pull behind his naval. He and his trunk instantly vanished from the manor for the last time.
Morning at the burrow
Harry awoke with a start the moment Mrs. Weasley opened the faded orange curtains to let the daylight in. "Come on boys!" she said in a shrill voice. "Hurry now, you don't want to be late. Again." As she finished she hurriedly left the room.
Harry sat up and looked around the room admirably. The pale orange walls were covered by Ron's Chudley Cannons paraphernalia. This house, as small and shabby as it may seem to others, was home to Harry.
He sighed as Ron fell out of his small bed with a crash. As much of a surprise as it was, he remained sleeping. Harry groaned. This was going to be a long morning.
He shook his friend several times, and then went about checking over his trunk. He grinned as Ron shakily stood. His hair standing out at odd angles.
"Get a move on mate. I told you, you should have packed last night."
Ron's eyes widened in surprise and he hastily began throwing random items in the direction of his trunk. Harry quickly headed for the stairs, not wanting to be caught in the cross fire of Ron's bad aim.
He sat down across from Ginny at the Weasley breakfast table, and poured himself a glass of juice. He glanced over at Ginny. She had changed over the summer.
Her red hair no longer made her seem out of place, it made her elegant. Her pale features and slightly developed curves pulled her look together.
As much as Harry admired her beauty, he still hadn't realized that she was all grown up. Ginny briefly glanced up from her plate and gave a nervous smile in Harry's direction. Her confidence had grown as well. She still fancied Harry, but she was no longer giddy and shy around him.
"Mornin' Ginny." Harry muttered through the toast that occupied his mouth. "Good morning." Ginny managed before running up the stairs to finish getting ready.
Harry chuckled to himself as Ron came bounding down the stairs, nearly hurling Ginny backwards in the process. Ron, had grown over the summer as well, although not quite as much as Harry.
He had grown to a height of about 5'11 to Harry's 6'2. And although Quidditch practice sprouted a few muscles, his food obsession kept him from gaining too much muscle mass. Ron ran to the table and began piling food onto his plate. Harry grinned and decided to go get dressed.
As he neared the door to Ron's room, he heard a muffled sob, coming from the youngest Weasley's room. With a quick flood of concern, Harry walked quickly over to the door of Ginny's room.
He took a deep breath before quickly entering the room. On the floor lay Ginny Weasley. Her red hair sprawled about. She was hugging her knees to her chest, shaking uncontrollably. Her face wet from her tears. Harry immediately walked over and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"What's the matter Gin?" Harry said soothingly. "Oh Harry!" Ginny sobbed. "You will never understand! I'm a woman! Not just Ron's little sister!" Ginny exclaimed.
Harry stood bewildered. She was right. She was nothing but a little kid to him. "Gin, I understand, but why the hysterics? I realize that you like me but-" He was not able to finish his sentence as Ginny interrupted him. "Like you? Harry! AS small as it may seem it's more than that. It always has been!"
Harry took a little step back as she raised her voice another notch.
"You are the first thing I think about in the morning, and the last thing I think about at n-"This time it was Ginny that was interrupted, as Harry had firmly pushed his lips over her own in a breath taking kiss. Ginny immediately relaxed into it, but Harry quickly pulled away. He blushed a deep crimson and exited the room.
For the first time he realized that Virginia Weasley was the girl for him. He quickly dressed and made his way down the handmade staircase, trunk in hand.
He had almost made his way to the ministry car when Ginny bounded out of the house dragging her trunk behind her.
"Harry!" She squealed breathlessly. As she finally made her way up to him, her deep blush became evident.
"Harry, I um, err, well, I am sorry about what happened in the house. I didn't mean to became so hysterical. I was just frustrated that you don't notice me." She let out a deep sigh as the burden was lifted from her chest.
"Now that that is clear," She paused a moment and her blush faded, "Why did you kiss me?"
Harry's eyes widened at her question. "Well, I guess I finally noticed that you are the girl for me." "Oh Harry!" Ginny squealed. "So, how about it, be my girl?" Harry said softly.
Ginny nodded profusely and was getting ready to envelop him in a bone crushing when the rest of the Weasley family emerged from the house.
Harry and Ginny quickly separated and climbed into car.
No one seemed to notice how close they were sitting as they headed for Kings Cross.
A/N-- SO.. YOU LIKE? IF YOU DID, REVIEW PLEASE. IF YOU DIDN'T, STILL REVIEW, TELL ME HOW I CAN DO IT BETTER, I LOVE CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISICM! NOW HAPPY READING EVERYONE!!!
( LOUANNE
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Chapter 1—All to 9 ¾
Hermione's morning
Hermione Granger stood uncertainly in front of the full length mirror. The morning sunshine filled the room as she once again checked her reflection. Her once frizzy and bushy brown curls, now hung smoothly and silkily into loose tendrils. She had worked on her appearance profusely over the summer holiday, and she must admit, it had paid off.
Her now straight teeth shone brightly as she adjusted the head girl badge on her white tank top.
Her tank top and skirt barely hid her newly formed curves.
She glanced once again into the mirror before she plopped carelessly onto her bed for the last time. The next time she would be in this house would be to gather the last of her belongings before she moved permanently to the world pf magic. She looked lovingly around the room. The pale pink walls and small pictures of family and close friends greeted her warmly. She would miss this room, but living alone would be better.
She looked over her neatly written check list.
"Books check. Wand, check. Regular clothes, check. School clothes, check." She mumbled on for a rough ten minutes, checking and re-checking that she hadn't forgotten anything.
Her appearance may have changed, but she still had a book worm side.
She straightened her skirt and grabbed a handle of the at least eighty-pond- trunk and began pulling it down the stairs. She left it at the bottom of the stairs and headed to the kitchen for some last minute bonding with her parents.
As she sat down at the far edge of the table she noticed a small tear slip down her mother's cheek. "MOM!" Hermione whined. "We've been through this before. I am seventeen! I am going to be working there; it only makes since to live there!" Her mother forced a smile while her father nodded his grey head.
"It's almost 10:00, honey. You better hurry with breakfast if you want to be early."
Hermione nodded briskly and headed for the stack of freshly prepared waffles.
After the waffles and a fast conversation with her parents, they piled themselves and Hermione's abnormally heavy trunk into the small family car and headed towards Kings Cross Station.
Draco's morning
Draco sat unmoving against the cold stone wall of Malfoy manor. He strained to get up and ignore the incessant yelling that echoed through the large dark mansion. His father, the bastard that he was, had spent the morning harassing his mother. His mother was the only person who actually cared for him. She always had, but his father made it a point to make her and everyone else's life miserable. Draco scowled as he tossed his wand and the last remaining articles of clothing into his silver trunk before shutting the clasp fiercely. He quietly summoned one of his many house elves to carry his trunk downstairs.
He looked around his room for the last time. "Yes!" He practically screamed. This was the last time he would ever set foot inside of Malfoy Manor. At the end of term he was moving out permanently.
He smirked evilly as he slowly made his way down the stairs. He staggered into the dining hall to find not breakfast, but a terrified looking Mrs. Malfoy in a corner being hit repeatedly by an enraged Lucius.
"Father!" Draco bellowed.
Lucius Malfoy pushed a long lock of blonde hair out of his flustered face as he turned to look at his determined son.
Draco suddenly felt very small and weak in the large dining hall. The walls, the floor, and the ceiling now seemed miles away.
He cleared his throat, hoping to clear his mind as well. "Leave her be." Draco managed. His father raised an eyebrow and sighed.
"I have few things to do before I leave, but you do have ministry officials after you, don't want to stay in one place for too long." Draco choked.
Lucius screamed out in frustration as he kicked Narcissa in the ribs, hard enough to send her head back, instantly colliding with the stone wall.
Draco stood there, dumbfounded. His eyes played a tennis match between his injured mother and his heartless father. He strained to keep his face emotionless as his father moved his gaze from Narcissa to his son.
"Have a good year at school, son." Lucius spat. The last word escaped his lips, as if it were tortured. Draco had no chance to reply or even the chance to think of one, for his father stepped forward and with a pop, he disappeared.
Draco immediately ran to his mother's side. He looked at her pale face and her dim lifeless eyes. This was why he had refused to become a death eater. To be honest, he was not good; he just had no interest of serving someone so cruel and unjust.
He wiped the blood on the woman's forehead onto his sleeve and muttered a simple healing spell. She stood up and handed him a piece of paper. She kissed him gently on the crown of his head before staring into his eyes. Although she was nearly back to perfect health, the tears still occupied her eyes.
"Draco, I love you." Draco nodded solemnly. He grabbed the piece of paper and waited for a brief moment before he headed towards the trunk in the foyer.
He grabbed a handle. The portkey activated and Draco felt the all too familiar pull behind his naval. He and his trunk instantly vanished from the manor for the last time.
Morning at the burrow
Harry awoke with a start the moment Mrs. Weasley opened the faded orange curtains to let the daylight in. "Come on boys!" she said in a shrill voice. "Hurry now, you don't want to be late. Again." As she finished she hurriedly left the room.
Harry sat up and looked around the room admirably. The pale orange walls were covered by Ron's Chudley Cannons paraphernalia. This house, as small and shabby as it may seem to others, was home to Harry.
He sighed as Ron fell out of his small bed with a crash. As much of a surprise as it was, he remained sleeping. Harry groaned. This was going to be a long morning.
He shook his friend several times, and then went about checking over his trunk. He grinned as Ron shakily stood. His hair standing out at odd angles.
"Get a move on mate. I told you, you should have packed last night."
Ron's eyes widened in surprise and he hastily began throwing random items in the direction of his trunk. Harry quickly headed for the stairs, not wanting to be caught in the cross fire of Ron's bad aim.
He sat down across from Ginny at the Weasley breakfast table, and poured himself a glass of juice. He glanced over at Ginny. She had changed over the summer.
Her red hair no longer made her seem out of place, it made her elegant. Her pale features and slightly developed curves pulled her look together.
As much as Harry admired her beauty, he still hadn't realized that she was all grown up. Ginny briefly glanced up from her plate and gave a nervous smile in Harry's direction. Her confidence had grown as well. She still fancied Harry, but she was no longer giddy and shy around him.
"Mornin' Ginny." Harry muttered through the toast that occupied his mouth. "Good morning." Ginny managed before running up the stairs to finish getting ready.
Harry chuckled to himself as Ron came bounding down the stairs, nearly hurling Ginny backwards in the process. Ron, had grown over the summer as well, although not quite as much as Harry.
He had grown to a height of about 5'11 to Harry's 6'2. And although Quidditch practice sprouted a few muscles, his food obsession kept him from gaining too much muscle mass. Ron ran to the table and began piling food onto his plate. Harry grinned and decided to go get dressed.
As he neared the door to Ron's room, he heard a muffled sob, coming from the youngest Weasley's room. With a quick flood of concern, Harry walked quickly over to the door of Ginny's room.
He took a deep breath before quickly entering the room. On the floor lay Ginny Weasley. Her red hair sprawled about. She was hugging her knees to her chest, shaking uncontrollably. Her face wet from her tears. Harry immediately walked over and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"What's the matter Gin?" Harry said soothingly. "Oh Harry!" Ginny sobbed. "You will never understand! I'm a woman! Not just Ron's little sister!" Ginny exclaimed.
Harry stood bewildered. She was right. She was nothing but a little kid to him. "Gin, I understand, but why the hysterics? I realize that you like me but-" He was not able to finish his sentence as Ginny interrupted him. "Like you? Harry! AS small as it may seem it's more than that. It always has been!"
Harry took a little step back as she raised her voice another notch.
"You are the first thing I think about in the morning, and the last thing I think about at n-"This time it was Ginny that was interrupted, as Harry had firmly pushed his lips over her own in a breath taking kiss. Ginny immediately relaxed into it, but Harry quickly pulled away. He blushed a deep crimson and exited the room.
For the first time he realized that Virginia Weasley was the girl for him. He quickly dressed and made his way down the handmade staircase, trunk in hand.
He had almost made his way to the ministry car when Ginny bounded out of the house dragging her trunk behind her.
"Harry!" She squealed breathlessly. As she finally made her way up to him, her deep blush became evident.
"Harry, I um, err, well, I am sorry about what happened in the house. I didn't mean to became so hysterical. I was just frustrated that you don't notice me." She let out a deep sigh as the burden was lifted from her chest.
"Now that that is clear," She paused a moment and her blush faded, "Why did you kiss me?"
Harry's eyes widened at her question. "Well, I guess I finally noticed that you are the girl for me." "Oh Harry!" Ginny squealed. "So, how about it, be my girl?" Harry said softly.
Ginny nodded profusely and was getting ready to envelop him in a bone crushing when the rest of the Weasley family emerged from the house.
Harry and Ginny quickly separated and climbed into car.
No one seemed to notice how close they were sitting as they headed for Kings Cross.
A/N-- SO.. YOU LIKE? IF YOU DID, REVIEW PLEASE. IF YOU DIDN'T, STILL REVIEW, TELL ME HOW I CAN DO IT BETTER, I LOVE CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISICM! NOW HAPPY READING EVERYONE!!!
( LOUANNE
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