A/N: The only reason it was eleven years was it placed Hermione at the right age (according to Wikipedia her birthday's September 19th), also the wizarding world seems to like the # eleven. (Being that most folks are that age when entering Hogwarts.) It's short I know. I'm having the worst case of writer's block. Don't hate me, I thought you might the little I've worked on as opposed to nothing.

Disclaimer:
Mirror Mirror on the Wall,
No one owns Harry cept J.K. Rowl.

Chapter 11: This story is much longer than I first expected. (A.K.A. The Mark of McKlain.)

Hermione slid into the Great Hall. She quickly pretended to have been walking the whole time down the corridors, though her flushed face gave her away. Draco entered not far behind her. Still trying to chace the girl that rejected him, he followed her to the Gryffindor table (despite the mob that might arise from this) and plopped down besides Harry. Hermione rolled her eyes at the platnum blonde across from her. He had a habit of not going away when you wanted him to. For once, however, Hermione didn't mind at all. Ron looked from Hermione-who was seated to his right-to Draco to the funny looks they were giving each other, to Harry-to see if he was catching any of this, which he wasn't. Ron poked Harry's leg with his foot to get his attention away from Ginny and onto the boy next to him. Harry looked over, shrugged, and went back to his conversation with Ron's sister.

"Alright you two," Ron nagged pointedly at Draco and Hermione, "what's going on that the other people of this table would like to know about? Last time we checked, Draco hated the lot of us, and Hermione was brain dead." Hermione stared quizically at him, and then realized what he meant.

"Well, this oaf got back my memory, and then promptly asked me out." Neville, who was on the other side of Ron, sent a large amount of pumpkin juice through his nose. Harry and Ginny, who'd been the main victims of this attack, began to wipe off their shirts and actually pay attention to the conversation to their left.

"You what!" Ron screeched shrilly at Draco. Hermione began to rub her ears in pain. Ron appologized profusely and then went back to interrogizing Draco. Draco in turn rolled his eyes and fell promptly into a over exaggerated drawl.

"Ronald. It's a really long story that I really don't feel like telling half of the Gryffindor table."

Draco began to ignore Ron's future attempts to pry the truth from him as he layered a thick coating of gravy on his plate. Ron finally gave up after ten minutes or so and turned his attentions to Harry and his conversation with the girls. Ginny suddenly burst out laughing and was bright pink. Harry leaned over and whispered the comment into Hermione's ear. She in turn screamed at how he could even joke like that. Harry just sat back and tried to look inncent. Ginny glanced at Hermione and burst out red again.

"What just happened over here?" Ron asked blankly. Hermione rolled her eyes at him. Harry leaned over and whispered the comment in his ear. Ron too turned bright pink, though he also seemed overly shocked. Draco ignoring the three continued to pour on gravy, though he could hear what they were talking about. They were playing boxers or breifs, and at that moment Harry had predicted that Draco wore a black thong. Draco, surprisingly, was not amused.

"You know Harry, I much prefer red ones to black," Draco drawled. The skin around Harry's cheeks suddenly gained a nice magenta pigment to it, and he seemed in a hurry to go to the bathroom. Hermione's face paled. Draco leaned across the table to her and kissed her lightly. "Just a bit of fun love." Ron glared buckets.

"You are aware that there are other intellegent lifeforms seated at this table right?" Ron sneered.

"Really? I don't see any." Draco confeced. Ron pointed for Draco to turn around, a sullun look upon his face. Draco swiveled in his seat to see Blaise aproaching quickly.

"Hello Malfoy. I see you've found yourself a new whore. Hope that means you don't mind me taking your old one." Draco stood up-wand at the ready- so fast the air around Blaise's hair blew his blangs from his face. Blaise smirked. The wholety of the the Hall which had once been a hotbed of life fell completely silent. McGonagall came quickly over to the two boys to see what was the matter.

"Mr. Malfoy, I insist you explain your behavior this moment!"

Draco looked her square in the face. McGonagall could feel shivers run up her spine. His eyes were boring their way into her soul. Draco began to explain, but his gaze didn't soften any.

"Blaise Zambini, was sexually harassing Hermione, Mam," burst Neville. McGonagall turned to the rest of the Gryffindor table for witnesses. While her back was turned, Draco shot a look of superior triumph at Blaise, who glowered back.

"Don't you forget which side you've chosen, Malfoy. I'm sure your father won't. And neither will my master."

"At least I don't have a master, Zambini. Unlike you, I'm not a puppet to someone else's will. It's not that I love muggles. It's because I love being in charge that I'm standing here. You go tell your master that." Blaise shot him a look of pure loathing. 'You'll be the first to die at the hands of my lord,' was all it said.

'Then I will die proud,' was the look Draco shot back. McGonagall turned to the boys, obviously exasperated by the sudden outburst of chaos, and pushed her glasses high upon her face.

"Well." She stated, raising her glasses yet higher. "Blaise, the table is in consencous that you are the instagator in all this and that Draco was merely defending Hermione's honor. Though I must say that his methods are not widely appreciated." It seemed to Draco that McGonagall had waited such a moment for years and was greatly enjoying herself. "So in cases such as these, you will be spending a detention with Filtch tomarrow night." Blaise nodded then returned to his table in a rut. McGonagall however didn't budge. "Draco, if being seated at the Gryffindor table causes anymore problems. . .You know we aren't supposed to let you sit there." Draco nodded.

"They'll be more with the Slytherins. They think I'm a traitor." McGonagall gave a trace of a smile and left for her seat.

Draco replaced himself at the table. Everyone began to cheer on Neville for his spectacular save regarding the incident. Draco, however, while congradulated didn't receive nearly as much praise. He didn't mind though. He used to absence of attention to talk to Hermione.

"So, how are you doing?"

"Great," Hermione tried to convince, but the act was rather weak.

"Hermione, you can't help who you are. Leave it be." Hermione sighed deeply.

"I can't. What he said really hit home. I feel like that. I feel like a slut. And your costant kissing isn't helping any." Draco felt a tinge of guilt. "What if I turn out just like my father?"

"Hermione. You can't change that. It is part of you. All you can do is overcome your haritage. Don't think you're alone either. It's not like I want to be who I am." This statement shocked Hermione greatly. "My mum loves me out of duty. If she could get away, she would."

"She must be really proud of your escape then." Hermione commented in the hope it might cheer them up. Draco's face sank.

"Oh yeah, she's proud alright. Proud enough to toak a camel. Hermione, she's miserable, and all she wants is to inflict that on everyone else. If I ever see her again, she won't be proud, she'll hate me for leaving her in Hell."

"I guess we're both stuck with curses. Me with the Mark of McKlain, and you with the Malfoys."

"The sad thing is that we've switched places. I'm bound to be disowned for my change in loyalty, and now you've inherited a fortune. So um, since after school I'll be kicked out on the street to starve anyways, now might be the best time to ask if I can stay with you after school."

Hermione began to laugh. He sounded pathetic. "Where?"

"You inherited the mansion. You might want to sell it though. It's up in North Scottland." Hermione got an idea.

"That place must be huge. You know what? I could probably house all my closest friends up there. Obviously they'd have to pay rent, but that's like trading in an apartment for a castle, no extra charge."

"Actually I think it is a castle. I'll bet anything half of it is plaid."

". . .With a huge liberary." Hermione nearly cooed.

"A huge plaid liberary."

Hermione gave his attics a look of annoyance. "First we all have to pass our O.W.L.S. and get jobs."

"And become Aurors," Ron suggested. Draco did a double take.

"Where's you come from?"

"We got tired of cheering on Neville." Harry and Ginny stated in unison.

"We have to practice quiditch," Harry noted. Draco suddenly seemed to have a great deal of preasure on his mind.

"Do you think they'll kick me off the team?" Harry and Ron shrugged. Ginny tried to assure him that they couldn't, though Dean seemed less certain. "Oh well. I don't want to go proffesional anyways. I would much rather run the ministry. Or better yet, I could take over the broom stick buisness." The Gryffindors just rolled their eyes. He was definately still a Slytherin, always wanting to be the best. Several of the Gryffindors decided that this was the best time to get out, before Draco started contemplating running Hogwarts or even the world. The rest just began to ignore the four students.

"Hey, Hermione, Ron, Draco, you know what we are?" Everyone just shook their heads in slight confusion. Harry pulled an all too familiar map from his pocket. "We're the Marauders."

"Who are the Marauders?" Draco asked. Hermione, Ron and Harry began to explain about everything they learned in the third year. "Oh, I call Padfoot!" Draco shouted.

"I'll be Moony," Hermione stated.

"Sorry Ron, but I'm not letting you be Prongs." Ron gritted his teeth at what that made him.

"Why dont' we just make up new nicknames," Hermione suggested wisely. Everyone else agreed. And for the rest of dinner, and long after everyone had left, the new Marauders began to make plans for the years after Hogwarts, and the rest of the one they were in.

So we talked all night about the rest of our lives
Where we're gonna be when we turn 25
I keep thinking times will never change
Keep on thinking things will always be the same
But when we leave this year we won't be coming back
No more hanging out cause we're on a different track
And if you got something that you need to say
You better say it right now
'Cause you don't have another day
'Cause we're moving on and can't slow it down
These memories are playing like a film without sound
I keep on thinking of the night in June
I didn't know much of love but it came too soon
And there was me and you when we got real blue
We'd stay at home talking on the telephone
We'd got so excited and get so scared
Laughing at ourselves thinking life's not fair
And this is how it feels...

As we go on, we remember
All the times we had together
And as our lives change
Come whatever,
We will still be friends forever

THE END!

Thank you all for sticking it out and giving me the energy and support to finish my first fic. I'm so proud. (being that I've never finished anything in my entire life.) I can't express how much I love each and every one of you. And you might never know what this moment means to me. Thank you for keeping me going.

-The Wake just after Midnight, Aka, the author.