Harry opened his eyes and groaned, feeling a dull pain at the back of his head. He noted that he wasn't on the wooden floor anymore, but on a soft bed. He was at Hogwarts. He was in his own bed, in the Gryffindor boys' dorm.

"Thank God! It was just a nightmare. I'm back at Hogwarts and Malfoy isn't here." He thought out loud. He sat up slowly and looked for his glasses. Someone handed them to him.

"Cheers." He muttered and slipped them on. He found himself staring at Draco Malfoy.

"Holy shit!" he yelled, scrambling away. Malfoy chuckled. Harry leapt out of bed and raced down to the Common Room to see Ron with Neville Longbottom.

"Ron! It wasn't a dream, was it?" Harry asked with a sick feeling in his stomach.

"'Fraid not, Harry." Neville shook his head. Harry looked at him questioningly.

"Dumbledore wants to see us. But you might wanna change first." Neville informed him. Malfoy came downstairs.

"This Common Room is so boring compared to the Slytherin Common Room." He drawled. Harry rolled his eyes.

"Malfoy, we've seen your Common room and it doesn't match up to this." Ron snapped.

"How do you know about what the Coon Room looks like? Unless…you boys did something illegal? Say…four years ago? Maybe…Polyjuice Potion?" Malfoy smirked. Harry and Ron's jaws fell.

"How the…never mind." Harry groaned, running a hand through his messy hair.

"How did I know that?" Malfoy grinned evilly. "Only an idiot couldn't tell the difference between their voices and yours."

Ron groaned and put his face in his hands. Suddenly, Ginny and Luna Lovegood came through the portrait hole. Luna smiled.

"Hey guys, what's up?" she asked, chirpily. She actually sounded sane for once.

"Hi Luna." Harry nodded with a polite smile.

"So…what the bloody hell is going on?" Ron asked.

"Well, Weasley. If you actually paid attention during History of Magic, you would know that the four heirs of the founders would inherit their powers, saving the world from the Dark." Draco said. Harry nodded.

"So…what's the catch?" he asked.

"Well…there are four heirs who are born on the same day, the healer, the seer, the illusionist, the empath and the one who creates electricity. They are to aid the heirs to fulfil their destinies." Draco continued.

"Malfoy, get to the point." Ginny sang threateningly.

"OK. From what I've gathered, I am the Slytherin heir, Potter is Gryffindor's and Longbottom is Hufflepuff's. You, Weaslette, are the healer, your pathetic brother is cursed to be like Trelawney and Luna is the empathy."

"Who's the illusionist and the electricity bloke? Not to mention Ravenclaw's heir?" Ginny enquired.

"See…I know the illusion and the electricity bloke, as you put it. Let's just say that you know the Heir of Ravenclaw personally." Draco smirked. As if on cue, a very pretty, sleepy girl appeared out of nowhere. She had sleek black hair and very unusual purple eyes. She was dressed in a black negligee over a black bra and black boy shorts. She rubbed her exotic eyes and looked around the room. She caught sight of the blond Slytherin.

"Ugh. It's way too early for you, Malfoy." She groaned sleepily. Draco eyed her body and gaped when he saw a tattoo on her waist. A black rose. Only one person in the entire school had that tattoo. Draco had seen it while they were on their prefects rounds and she was wearing a short top.

"Yep. Definitely Granger." He grinned wickedly. Hermione looked at him weirdly.

"Obviously it's me. Who did you think I was? Princess Diana?" she asked, incredulously.

"Who?" Draco, Ginny and Ron asked, confused.

"Never mind." Hermione groaned.

Harry turned pink, embarrassed that he was checking out his best friend.

"Hermione?" he asked. "Have you…er…seen yourself in the mirror recently, by any chance?" He conjured up a mirror for her. She took it and gasped at her reflection.

"Oh…my…effing…GOD!" she screamed, dropping the mirror.

"Erm, 'Mione? You might want to cover up." Ginny put in, trying to keep a straight face.

Hermione looked down at herself and it was obvious she noted her state of dress, or undress as she turned flaming red.

"Why is it that I am always in utterely embarrassing situations?" She muttered to herself.

Draco, being the ever so honest person gave her his opinion. "I don't know why you even want to cover up. You are looking good this year, you know? You don't have to wear anything over that sexy black piece of nothing. I could look at you all day, what do you think about that?" Ginny and Neville snorted and Luna was doubled up in silent laughter. Harry was trying not to smirk and Ron just looked angry.

"I appreciate the compliment Malfoy, but there is no way in hell I would let you look at me like this for longer than necessary." Hermione stated, still searching around for something to wear.

Draco, ever being a gentleman, removed his cloak and handed it to the distressed teen. Hermione looked at him strangely, and pulled on the expensive silk fabric.

"Granger, I think you had better change into something suitable for the headmaster to see. He is on his way with two other students."

"Dumbledore? Here? Now? OH MY GOD!" She screeched.

"Hermione, our clothes are back up in our dorms, so if I were you I would go up and change." Luna said, before anyone could object, as the faces of the boys were about to give them away.

"Thanks Luna." With that, the now raven haired beauty ran up the stairs to the common room.

Hermione was feeling a certain gaze upon her, as she went up the stairs. So, she shouted out "Stop staring at my arse Malfoy"

"I can't help it Granger, it's so out there and perky, yummy!" Malfoy yelled back, a playful smirk on his face.

A cry of frustration was heard followed by the unmistakable sound of a door banging.

"I think she's a bit upset." Draco mused.

"No, really?" Ginny replied, rolling her cinnamon eyes and making Harry's stomach do at least a hundred somersaults, much to his confusion.

"Miss. Weasley, don't you reply to me in a sarcastic manner." Draco retorted.

"Or what? You will tell daddy dearest to save you?" She mocked.

"That is not possible little Weasley."

"Why not? Daddy finally disowned you? Awe no more money for wittle Dwaco" She mocked, using a baby voice.

"That is not the case. If you'd stop making a fool of your self, and if you'd read the papers you will see that number 1, I am still rich, richer that I have ever been. Number 2, I am not disowned, and Number 3, the reason my father won't come and kill you, is because he is dead!" Draco whispered in a threatening manner.

There was no sound coming from anyone, everyone was in shock.

"Ahh good everyone is here." Dumbledore walked in with two other students. They were wearing black hoods so nobody recognised them, aside from Draco, of course.

" Mr.Malfoy, I trust you have told them about the prophecy?" The old man asked.

"Yes sir." Was the reply

"Excellent. I gather you know who the students standing behind me are. Correct?"

"Yes Sir."

"Like you, they are aware of the situation at hand, as you know. Please explain this to Miss. Granger once she comes down. I would hate it for her to miss out on all the activity going on. You two-" he spoke to the students behind him " are going to stay here in the Gryffindor common room for the night. Mr. Malfoy as well, but he already knows that. I will explain everything to all of you tomorrow morning. Please do not give me or any other teachers who reside here, a reason to come back. Understand? Good! Now, Good Night" With that, he turned and walked away, leaving the two figures standing there awkwardly. Harry gaped at Draco's fellow Slytherins, Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini.