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The greatest thing, you'll ever learn, is just to love, and be loved in return. -Moulin Rouge

I will update as soon as I can. Life right now is really hectic. I promise, by the time my summer is over, you will have three more chapters (possibly) I love you all and thank you for reading. Please! Somebody yell at me to get my fat, lazy butt in gear and get working on posting the next, I dunno, five chapters (yes, they are written up until chapter 7) Now, enough rambling on, time for the story....
-Lily

Chapter One

Letters and Memories

Draco Malfoy had been awake for an hour already, waiting, because he knew that today would be the day that he'd hear from Hogwarts for the last time. This year would be the last he'd spend in the castle with Weasley, Potter, and Granger. Oh, how he loathed and wished he could be rid of them at long last. Besides the 'Golden Trio' there was only one thing he hated at Hogwarts, Pansy Parkinson. At the very thought of her, he shuddered. She was by far the world's biggest bitch, slut, whore, and SKANK. Not to mention the fact that she was extremely easy and wanted every boy that walked in her path.

Just as he was about to get up from the table to take a shower when an owl swooped in and dropped his letter from Hogwarts right in front of him. He tore it open and read:

Dear Mr. Malfoy,
I am pleased to inform you that you have been chosen as head boy this year. You will be moved out of the Slytherin common room to share a common room with our new head girl. You shall each have separate bedrooms but will be sharing a bathroom. We would like you to be at platform nine and three quarters at nine o'clock in the morning on September first to receive your instructions and to greet the head girl.

Yours Sincerely,
Albus Percival Woulfric Brian Dumbledore

"I knew it!" he yelled excitedly waking up his mother, Narcissa Malfoy. She was the only other person in the house as Draco's father, Lucious, had been killed by an auror while he was trying to escape Azkaban to rejoin the dark lord and the rest of his supporters. Draco had been ecstatic when he'd heard the news. You could tell even though he tried to hide it, that on the inside, he was jumping with joy, still.

"Knew what?" asked Narcissa, walking wearily into the kitchen.

"That I'd be head boy!"

"That's wonderful, Draco. Later today, I'll take you into Diagon Alley to get you things for the new school year. I have a meeting to attend to in The Leaky Cauldron, anyway"

"Whom with, mum?" asked Draco, curiously.

"Never you mind," snapped Narcissa, standing up to head back to her room, "Now, go get dressed, and then, we'll head out."

'I seriously do wonder what that's all about and who she's meeting with,' thought Draco, 'Ah, well, she'll end up telling me everything tomorrow anyway.'

With that, he went upstairs to prepare for a long day in Diagon Alley.

Hermione

Flashback

"What the hell do you mean you aren't my parents?" asked Hermione, staring, wide-eyed, at the two people sitting on the couch right in front of her.

"Just what we said, you were adopted. Your birth parents asked us to tell you right before your seventh year at Hogwarts," replied Mrs. Granger, calmly.

"You mean to tell me that I am a pureblood witch and you knew about it all along?"

"Yes, Hermione. You are a Prewett," said Mr. Granger.

"B-but that would mean I'm related to the Weasley family. There is simply no explanation for me being related to Ron."

"Well, no, there really isn't," said Mrs. Granger standing up, "Hermione, dear, you know we want what's best for you at this point in time. We contacted your birth parents and they are waiting in the kitchen so that they can take you with them for the remainder of the summer. We love you very much, just remember to write to us."
Tears were continuously pouring out of her 'mothers' eyes as Hermione's real parents walked into the living room.

"I love you too," said Hermione, on the verge of tears, "Goodbye."
She stepped into the emerald green fire saying, "The Prewett Manor!" and disappeared in a whirl of colour. She hadn't seen the people who had raised her since that time.

End Flashback

Hermione now sat in the back of a carriage disguised as a car with her real parents, clutching her letter that said:

Dear Miss Prewett,
I am pleased to inform you that you have been chosen as head girl this year. You will be moved out of the Gryfindor common room to share a common room with our new head girl. You shall each have separate bedrooms but will be sharing a bathroom. We would like you to be at platform nine and three quarters at nine o'clock in the morning on September first to receive your instructions and to greet the head boy.

Yours Sincerely,
Albus Percival Woulfric Brian Dumbledore

At this moment, her life seemed unreal. She now knew that she was a Prewett, a pureblood. This summer had wrought many changes in her, not only emotionally, but physically, too. She was no longer the short, ugly, frizzy-haired, know-it-all, she was now 5'7", straight brown and black streaked hair that looked like mocha, and her natural beauty finally started standing out. She had developed quite a bit and now had curves in all the right places.

"So, mum, why are you coming to Diagon Alley with me?" asked Hermione.

"Because, Hermione," replied her mother, Anne Prewett, "I have a meeting with an old friend in The Leaky Cauldron."

"Err, right mum," said Hermione, stepping out of the carriage and onto the curb next to an old, dirty building that everyone else on the street seemed to ignore. She walked straight into The Leaky Cauldron, not noticing the blonde-haired man that was holding the door open and then walked in after her. A/N I am sorry about short chapters, when I wrote it on paper, it was 5 pages long. I hope you like chapter one. Please read and review.

PEACE OUT