PROLOGUE
Draco Malfoy stared across the English Channel towards France and the European Continent. The sky was overcast and gray but he preferred it that way. He remembered, perhaps too much. He pulled his cloak tighter around himself to ward off the chill that was in the air and the one that was in his blood. His gray eyes were sharp as they looked over his shoulder at the approaching figure coming towards him down the hill. He shivered involuntarily, just briefly. Draco knew that soon he would have to go back to the place he had left behind.
He turned to face the young woman who now approached. Her once messy brown hair had been tamed so that it was sleek with only a hint of curl to it, falling just past her shoulder blades. He had to admit that it looked good on her but that was something that he was never say aloud. It angered him that she had been the one sent to make sure he went back. She should have been someone else and he should have been coming back for different reasons.
"How much longer" Draco asked tired of waiting.
"Soon enough" The woman sighed and then frowned at him. "You do know that we have to keep you hidden at first, right"
"I knew that when I agreed to all this Granger" Draco made a grand sweeping gesture with his arm. "It still doesn't mean I have to like it all that much though, now does it"
Hermione Granger continued to frown at him. It was understandable really. Considering everything that Draco had been through he had a right to be bitter, they all did.