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A/N: Yay, my first Harry Potter story. As in: I actually get to update this one! This story isa Draco/Hermione story, with some Ron/Luna, Harry/Pansy and Ginny/Seamus. I don't think very many people pair Pansy and Harry together, but I'm trying it out. Please don't hurt me! Flames are excepted, and of course, so are reviews. I would really like it if anyone who reads this puts in their opinion, because I liked the idea for the story, I and really want to know what people think. Thanks.

When Hermione returned home from an afternoon out with her friends, she found an owl sitting on her kitchen table. It clicked it's beak importantly, and patiently held out it's foot. Attached was an envelope of thick yellowish parchment, and on the front was written 'Ms. Hermione Granger' in glittering green ink. Taking the envelope from the owl, who turned and flew out of the open window, Hermione smiled. It was sealed with the Hogwarts crest.

"Of course," she muttered as she walked into the living room and sat on the couch. Hermione opened it quickly and sat reading the letter, which was written in the loopy handwriting she had become so used to seeing.

Dear Ms. Granger,

We are pleased to inform you that Hogwarts is having a reunion for your class on June 29th. To make this feel more realistic, you are riding the Hogwarts Express. The train leaves at 11 o'clock. We are expecting everyone to come, so make sure that you won't be late.

Thank you,

Albus Dumbledore

(Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry)

Hermione's raised her eyebrows in surprise. "A reunion?" she thought out loud. "I don't think Hogwarts has ever had a reunion before." She glanced through the letter again. "June 29th. I'd better go write it down." Hermione made her way back into the kitchen and over to her calendar. Luckily she had nothing planned on that day and in small, neat handwriting, she wrote, 'Hogwarts Reunion - 11:00'.

She set the letter down on the kitchen counter and walked back into the living room just in time to see Pig collide into the window. Rushing over, she pulled the window open and grabbed the small bird. He too, had a letter tied to his foot, and once Hermione had taken it off of him he started rocketing around the room.

This time it was a letter from Ron, asking yet again if she had seen his broomstick. A small postscript at the bottom also asked if she had heard about the reunion yet. Hermione scribbled a quick response, saying that no she hadn't seen his broomstick and that yes she had heard of the reunion. Tying it back onto Pig, she watched as he flew off, this time successfully clearing the house without hitting anything.

Sighing, Hermione started cooking dinner, and after that went upstairs to read a book and then go to bed.

A week had passed since Hermione had received the letter, and the reunion was tomorrow morning.

Hermione was sitting on the end of her bed, thinking. The letter didn't say anything about spending the night anywhere, so she didn't need to pack anything. She had thought about bringing a book with her, but then decided not to because she was going to be busy hanging out with the people in her class. She frowned. What was she getting worked up about?

Hermione had been finding it hard to stop thinking about the reunion over the past few days. It didn't make things better that she had a feeling something big was going to happen during the reunion. After worrying about it for a few hours more, Hermione shrugged her shoulders and got ready for bed. She still couldn't shake off the feeling that at Hogwarts, something was being planned. Not for the first time, Hermione fell into a restless sleep, only to be woken seven hours later by her alarm clock.

The taxi ride to Kind Cross Station did nothing for her nerves. Halfway through the ride, Hermione started wondering why she didn't just Apparate there. That's what Harry and Ron had decided to do, but no: she had wanted to ride the muggle way, and now she was going to be late because they were stuck in traffic, again.

When she finally reached the Station, it was nearing 11 o'clock. She fought her way through the crowd of people exiting from platforms 9 and 10, and managed to slip onto Platform 9 ¾ with two minutes to spare. She looked around and finally spotted Ron and Harry talking with Dean and Seamus towards the outside edge of the crowd. Making her way over, she ran into someone.

"Hey, watch where you're going!" Someone snapped at her.

"I'm sorry," Hermione muttered, not quite stopping to officially apologize.

"Well, if it isn't Mudblood Granger," the same voice said, only this time there was no mistaking who it belonged to. Hermione stopped and turned around to face him, only to see that his face held little to no malice, and he seemed only to be joking around.

"Ferret boy," she answered with a small nod of recognition. He was about to open his mouth and say something else when the train's whistle blew. He contented himself with nodding back at her before turning and boarding the train. Hermione found herself somewhat disappointed that she hadn't gotten to say hi to Ron or Harry yet, but upon boarding she quickly found them.

They sat in their usual compartment near the back, and after a few minutes Neville, Seamus and Dean joined them. The boys quickly started talking about Quidditch and the upcoming match between the English and Irish teams. Hermione soon fell asleep, bored with their talk.

They arrived at Hogwarts at around dusk. Now that school was out for summer, and because the train had just been used the day before, the Hogwarts Express seemed to be moving faster than it had during their school days. Neville, Harry, Ron and Hermione piled into a carriage (all of them could see the Thestrals now because of the war) and headed up to the school. Before anyone could approach the doors and knock, they opened to reveal Professor McGonagall.

She waited for everyone to gather around the doors before saying, "I'm glad everyone could make it tonight. I hope that none of you had to cancel previous plans. If you would follow me please, we're going to the Great Hall." With that she turned and started walking towards the Great Hall, with everyone pouring inside and following her.

The Hall was decorated much like it had been at the Yule Ball during 4th year. There were a bunch of small circular tables placed randomly around the room, instead of the four House tables. The ceiling was lit up with tons of candles, and the room smelled like summer, if that was even possible. Everyone grabbed their friends and sat down at a table, waiting for instructions.

Up at the staff table, Dumbledore stood and waited for the Hall to quiet down, which happened fairly quickly. He picked up a menu identical to the ones sitting on the tables, and stated clearly, "Everyone should remember these menus from the Yule Ball. They are used the same way as they were back then. All I can say now, is 'Dig in.'"

Hermione ordered herself pork chops, and started eating. Her eyes wandered around the room, and she waved to a few people who greeted her. Then her eyes landed on Malfoy. He was looking past Blaise, who was sitting across from him, and for a second his gray eyes met her brown ones. Hermione looked away and glanced at Harry, who had just asked her a question.

"What Harry? I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention."

"I asked what you think we'll be doing tonight. Surely Dumbledore didn't call us all here just to feed us," Harry's green eyes twinkled in confusion and mischief.

"Are you sure about that Harry?" Ron Weasley cut in, a smile on his face and his fork halfway to his mouth. "He could just think that some of us aren't eating properly and arranged for us all to come here and be fed." Hermione shook her head in amusement.

"Somehow, I don't think that's the case, Ron," she said, her lips twitching in a small smile. She turned back to Harry, and said, "No, I don't know what we're here for. Or what we're supposed to do, never having been to a reunion before. Maybe we'll just hang out and talk to old friends, catch up on things."

Something in Harry's eyes as he nodded and said, "Yeah, that's probably what we'll be doing. Maybe some dancing too, since the Hall looks arranged for it," that made Hermione think that he knew something about it that he wasn't telling them. She was just about to ask, when Dean bent over and started talking to Ron about Quidditch again. Harry was quickly drawn into the conversation, leaving Hermione there to think.

We had been standing there alone, in the graveyard. Waiting for Voldemort to appear, knowing that soon Remus would lead him there. That had been the plan anyway. None of us had expected him to walk out of the darkness behind them, for him to kill two of us before anyone knew he was there.

That's when the final battle had begun. Harry had drawn Voldemort away from the rest of us, so that he could do no more damage. When the Deatheaters finally arrived, we were ready. We had all fought bravely, using the Unforgivable curses to defend ourselves and bring down our enemies.

It wasn't long until the Deatheaters had lost, and the rest of us could watch the battle between Voldemort and Harry. Voldemort was growing anxious, and he tried continually to make Harry lose, to kill him.

But in the end, Harry had won. He had fired the spell that I had made just for him, just for Voldemort. It was a spell with both the complexities of love and hate in it, one that could only kill someone who lived on hate and whose only weakness was love. Firing this spell, Harry ended it all.

That has been a year ago, the exact date had been the 20th of May. Harry had only been 19, his birthday two months away. Now he was almost 21. In that year, a lot of things had changed. Harry was happy now, and he had funded the very place that Hermione worked at. Ron and Luna were engaged, the official date wasn't set yet, but Hermione knew it would be sometime this summer. Luna had told her and Ginny the last time she had seen them.

Hermoine sighed and snapped out of her train of thought. The war had caused all of them to grow up so fast, and it had cost them a ton of things. She shook her head sadly, and looked over at Harry and Ron. They were still talking, and Harry was laughing at something Dean had said. Hermione started thinking again, this time about how surprised she had been when she found out that Draco Malfoy, the person she disliked above all others, had not become a Deatheater. He had been defying them for three years before the final battle, and he had been there fighting alongside her the night Harry killed Voldemort. If she wasn't mistaken, it had been Draco who had killed his father.

Hermione again shook herself from this train of thought, and focused on the staff table. Professor Snape was up there, sitting to the left of Dumbledore and talking with the Astronomy teacher. Professor McGonagall was on the right of Dumbledore, and she was deep in conversation with the Headmaster. Hermione looked to the far end of the table and saw Hagrid sitting there, drinking from his glass before looking around the room. She thought that he might be looking for Harry, so she waved in his direction. He noticed that and glanced over there, waving back at her as he spotted Hermione.

By now, the food had long been gone, replaced by desserts which had been eaten just as quickly. Glancing back at Dumbledore, she noticed that he was getting to his feet again. She nudged Harry, who looked at her and then at Dumbledore and told the other boys to be quiet.

He bid everyone to back up against a wall, and with a flick of his wand the tables all disappeared; the Hall changed into the perfect dance floor. To make the place really feel like a party, he dimmed the lights and enchanted the candles and the floor to start shifting colors. Bright pinks, blues, greens, purples and yellows flashed across the room, matching their rhythm to that of the music which was now playing.

Harry, Ron and Hermione instantly were out on the dance floor. Harry got bored of dancing after the first few songs, but Ron stayed out there with Hermione until the first slow song of the night came on. Both went over to the refreshment table, and got glasses of punch before heading off to find Harry. He was out in the Entrance Hall, which is where all the tables had been moved to. He was sitting and talking to Parvati, Lavender and Dean when Ron sat down on the other side of him. They greeted each other, and Parvati and Lavender started talking to Hermione about the usual. Make-up, boys, fashion and everything else in magazines.

The dancing lasted for hours. By the time Dumbledore called it quits, it was around midnight. Professor McGonagall came around to all the tables, and ushered everyone back into the Great Hall, saying Dumbledore had something important to say. Once everyone was back inside, and was paying Dumbledore their attention, the old wizard stood and said in a perfectly clear voice,

"I hope you have all had fun tonight. That was one of the reasons for getting you all together again after all. Tonight, I have a task for all of you though. Every person in this room is going to be partnered up with someone who belonged to a different House. For the next two months, you will stay with your partner. You will spend the first month either being the host for your partner, or staying at your partner's house. The second month, you will swap with your partner. Any plans you have will be done with your partner.

To answer the question that you must all be asking, yes you do have to do this. I have notified your bosses, for those of you who have jobs. When you are playing host, you are allowed to take the first week off. It is optional, so don't feel like you have to take it off. When you are staying with your partner, you are being forced to take the entire month off work. I have already arranged everything, so don't worry. All you have to do is tell your boss about your decision for the first week. As soon as I pair you up, please leave the Hall. Professors McGonagall and Snape are waiting in the Entrance Hall to give you directions and answer any questions you may have.

The pairs are as follows:

Ron Weasley and Blaise Zabini."

Ron got up and waved goodbye to Harry and Hermione, a not-so-sullen expression on his face.

"Dean Thomas and Hannah Abbott.

Susan Bones and Terry Boot.

Harry Potter and Pansy Parkinson."

Neither Harry nor Pansy seemed to be upset about them being stuck together. Hermione thought back to sixth year when Pansy and Blaise had befriended the Trio and decided that so far both Harry and Ron had gotten off fairly easy.

"Padma Patil and Lavender Brown.

Sally-Anne Perks and Vincent Crabbe.

Parvati Patil and Gregory Goyle.

Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger."

Hermione blinked in surprise. She hadn't been expecting that. Those few people around her gasped and gave her looks of pity, everyone knowing that that particular pair did not get along. At all. However, Hermione stood up and met Draco at the doors, walking through to the Entrance Hall hearing the names, "Neville Longbottom and Lisa Turpin" being called out.

After asking Professor McGonagall every question she could think of, Hermione left Hogwarts with Draco Malfoy. They were going to receive a letter from Dumbledore tomorrow morning telling them who was staying at whose house. That gave time for the host to ready the house for the guest, and the person staying enough time to pack and make any final arrangements. The two month "project" didn't start until July 1st, in exactly two days.

As Hermione slipped into bed that night, setting her alarm clock for 7 in the morning, she couldn't help but think, 'This is going to be the worst two months of my life,' before drifting off into an uneasy sleep.

A/N: And so begins the first chapter of Reunion. I don't know when I'll update, probably in a week. Maybe earlier, depending on how much writing I get done. I hope you guys liked it. I have a descriptiveness problem: I describe things in too much detail. I was trying not to in this fic, but if I did don't hesitate to tell me. Okay?

Please review. Please? I'll hand out cookies when I update! Yes? Okay then, cookies it is!
-Sayaku-