Living Death
A Draco/Hermione FanFiction
Summary: After six full years of Hogwarts, Draco and Hermione have been chosen as Head Boy and Girl. However, the Final Battle has still not been fought yet and it will cause the entire school to take sides. Can good conquer evil, love conquer hate?
Disclamer: I don't own Harry Potter. Or Draco Malfoy for that matter…sigh
A/N: This is my first Harry Potter fanfic. Just in case you can't figure out what the different fonts mean, here is my key.
-Italics are thoughts, or the beginning of a section
-"quotations" mean that a character is talking out loud
-bold means a change of scene, time, etc.
Everyone expected that Hermione Granger would become the Head Girl of Hogwarts. She always had top grades in all her classes, whether the professors admitted or not, and keeping Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley in line helped as well.
It was now the seventh and final year of Hogwarts for Hermione and the rest of her class. The tension had been building because of the upcoming Final Battle. Nobody knew exactly when it would occur, but everyone was worried.
Hermione was now seventeen. Puberty had finished up, leaving her the physical opposite of her previous years. She had brown hair still, but it was un-frizzed and wavy. She was taller now, and her curves were just right for her height.
She was all for supporting the "light" side, the good wizards and witches of the war.
When she got her Head Girl letter, she jumped up and down, silently congratulating herself on the accomplishment. She ran down the stairs noisily, waking up her parents.
"What is it, dear?" her mother asked.
"I'm Head Girl!"
"We're so proud of you, sweetie," her father said.
"I should get packing…oh my God, term starts tomorrow!"
"We'll drive you to the Burrow tonight. Why don't you call the Weasleys to let them know you're on your way?"
"I'll do that now," Hermione said, bounding back up the stairs to her room. She threw her clothes into her trunk, haphazardly picking up Crookshank and his cage. This year, though, she made sure that she had packed her makeup.
People change, she thought as she straightened her lip gloss. Summer changed people, changed them into other people who were taller, prettier, smarter. She wondered how everyone else would change this year.
She levitated her now-heavy trunk down the stairs.
"Mom, Dad, I'm ready! Come on, I need to go!"
There was no answer.
"Mom? Dad? Please, I really need to go!"
She wandered into her parent's room and gasped. Several hooded men were gathered in a circle around her parents bodies. One of them turned around to look at her.
"So, the little Mudblood decided to show herself. Avada K…"
Hermione turned to run out the door. She had made it to the street when a chorus of curses were yelled at once. Just in time, she apparated to the Burrow.
"Help! Ron, Mrs. Weasley, Ginny!" she called.
"Hermione? It's such as pleasure to see you again!" Mr. Weasley answered.
"They've killed my parents! They almost followed me, they…" she paused, gasping for breath.
"Oh, dear. I'll call Dumbledore to let him know. For now, just sit down and try to relax. You'll be safe here."
She thanked him and took a seat in the run-down kitchen. Ginny came out of her room looking worried.
"Mya?" she said. "Is that you? You weren't supposed to be here until this afternoon, and Dad said that your parents…"
Hermione started crying.
"Oh, Ginny! I just need to get to Hogwarts now, I think it will be safer…"
"All right then. We'll get you there as soon as possible."
Draco Malfoy's parents always expected him to become Head Boy. Since Dumbledore had refused all the bribes that Lucius could offer, Draco had been pushed to be the top of his class the hard way.
"Come on, boy, we don't have all day!"
"Yes, father."
Draco ordered one of the house elves to pack his things. He took the letter that had just arrived and opened it neatly.
"Father, I have news."
"Out with it!"
"I have just been made Head Boy."
"Perfect. Our Lord will have plans for you yet."
Draco got changed for the train ride, not geling his blond hair as he used to. People change, he thought to himself. He was perfect, though, and he knew it. From his 6 foot 2 inch height to his perfectly toned muscles, Draco Lucius Malfoy was God's gift to women.
"Father, will we be taking the carriage?" he drawled.
"Of course. You!" he ordered a house elf, "Ready the carriage!"
Draco ordered a different house elf not to forget his prized black owl, Archimedes. In a world where his father taught him not to show emotions of any kind except anger and hatred towards those less pure, Draco loved his owl. He had had it for years now.
What would little Pot-head think? he thought. 'Look, Weasel! Malfoy can love something! Didn't know that his evil suck-up father taught him things like that.' he sneered.
That bookworm Mudblood would most likely be surprised, too. She had disappeared to the Weasel's shack after her parents were killed. He was glad that his father had proved that pure blood was superior.
"Draco! Carriage! Now!" his father called.
"Coming!" he yelled back as he put his cloak on. This would be a lovely year. Although he didn't want it, he would be getting the Dark Mark by the end of the year. And Voldemort had plans to take over, from Hogwarts to the Ministry. He would be the right-hand man, too. Life was good.
He walked (a Malfoy never ran…rule 48, section 2, paragraph 2, sentence 3) quickly to the awaiting carriage. His father quickly shouted an order the the driver and thestrals, and they were off.
Draco could see the thestrals now. Having seen death in preparation for the Dark Mark allowed him this.
He liked his life as it was. The Dark Lord was rising, and soon he would become ruler of the wizard world. Yes, life was good.
Hermione had arrived at Platform 9 and ¾ exactly 20 minutes early. Old habits could never be broken. Harry, Ron and Ginny had still been sleeping in the Weasley's flying car and when they had parked, they slept on.
Hermione got out of the car, careful not to wake her friends. She pulled her luggage out of the trunk and onto the train. Getting on the train, she found an empty compartment and sat down. With a quick flick, she set up a charm to let her friends know where she was.
Twenty minutes later, they arrived.
"Thanks, Hermione," Harry said, "wouldn't want to have been stuck with that Malfoy git. Been smirking and showing off that shiny badge a little too much, right Ron?"
Ron sleepily nodded.
"Badge?! Harry, that means that he is the Head Boy!"
End prologue
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