A/n  thanks for the support on the prologue, and I officially announce so here goes: to get the next chapter, at least 10 reviews. It 1- motivates me, and 2- makes me feel good hehe …

Chapter One

Her P.O.V.

"Now listen, it's ok I can clean it myself!" Ron Weasley's head was bobbing up and down in front of me as he ran continually on my new FitnessQuest Torso Track Machine.

"NO! I need to practice, and anyway I can do it, believe me…" I said a little unsurely. I pointed my wand and BAM! Owl droppings flew across the room and splattered on the wall opposite me. Ron wanted to say something, opened his mouth, and then closed it.

"Well, it's your wall, if you decide to explore its inner self by decorating it, it's your choice. One suggestion though if you will, something not quite so aromatic would be better." I sighed heavily, I would have said something in response but I was too troubled with my personal problems. Since about half-way through June, my powers have been suffering total havoc. Or to tell you the truth, I really just can't feel them anymore. I can't, they're not there and I can't perform any spells. What had just happened was proof. I really hoped that getting back to Hogwarts would solve the problem.

Ron was spending the last weekend before we return to the castle for our 7th and final year, at my house. His parents were gone to see Bill and Fleur at their new place they had gotten somewhere in a small village near London. Ginny, meanwhile was staying at the twins' shop. I hadn't seen Harry much this summer, though I knew that he was doing something for the Order. I'll miss him so much this year at school. I really don't know what my relationship with Ron, without him being there with us, will be like. I'm also so scared for him. It's really dangerous, and I've read tons of books, all the ones I could find in restricted sections about Horcruxes and none of them go in-depth so it must be really serious. In any case, I really think he should have done some background reading before going on any errands. I believe that reading always brings the best results, and even if you don't need it at first, it will always come in handy later.

Ron and I just came back from Diagon Alley with all our things for school. On the way, we were able to pick up a new edition of the Daily Prophet. The first page was full of portraits of Death Eaters, and there's a huge paragraph that talked about Voldemort's new weapon. It's all over the news now, Voldermort and his weapon. No one knows what this weapon is, and those who do, definitely don't disclose information.

Well, enough of that, Ron was already sweating heavily on the track machine and obviously got mixed up with all the buttons for now his jog was much faster than the enjoyable slow pace it used to be. When I finally got around to stopping him, he breathed a sigh of relief, thanked me and then collapsed on the couch. Right at that moment, Pigwidgeon zoomed into my closed bedroom window, and then fell limply on the windowsill.

"Stupid bird," scolded flaming-face Ron. He lifted himself heavily off the couch, and went to retrieve the "stupid bird". As soon as Pig sensed his owner, he decided it was enough playing dumb and flew past Ron, dropped the letter on the ground and circled happily around the lamp on the ceiling. I got to it first. It was a very interesting sight, all pink, covered in hearts, and smelling perhaps a little too strongly of very sweet perfume. Holding it with my thumb and forefinger alone, as though it was not a letter but instead very old underwear, I passed it to Ron (poor guy, only just got back to a normal color, and here again came the blush as he turned totally red).

"I'll go get lunch," I excused myself allowing Ron to read his love-letter alone. As I later found out, it was of course from Lavender. She told him (tear-tear), that she was withdrawn from Hogwarts by her parents after this morning's Daily Prophet, and that instead she would now be attending (sniff-sniff) Beauxbattons. First as an exchange student, but she was sure that this was her parents' final decision. Of course Lavender is a great person, and I liked her very much but this also means that the Head Girl position is now open! I'm so happy, of course when I saw Ron I made sure to put on my face of deepest sorrow. But I really don't understand why Ron should be sad, I mean he and Lavender didn't have anything going on since like what, spring? But then it's Ron, one look he gets from a girl, he understands as a desperate action of love.

I just couldn't believe it, the summer had passed by so quickly and today was the day school starts! Let's all rejoice and thank this world for the gift of learning! Ha, no just joking. Actually I was pretty scared to get back to school. What if this bedlam in my powers stays? What if I just lost all of them and became a squib all of a sudden. No, I'd rather die. I really hope not. It was good that I turned seventeen already and that I could practice during the summer at least.

Ron and I were driven to Platform 9 ¾ by my mom and dad. Ron was given the liberty of riding in the front seat. As we later found out this was a very big mistake. The radio stations were constantly being switched as Ron had fun with the "Scan" button. When he had enough of that, I felt the hair on my arms rise as it turned cold…then hot, then cold, then hot. I guess it's his father's genes.

Finally we got there, my parents were quite glad to say goodbye to Ron for that weekend, all the appliances in our house were put to a test of how many times they could be switched on and off. I kissed them goodbye and Ron and I entered the platform.

Somewhere in the back of the station I saw Seamus and Neville waving madly at us. Just at that time the train decided to bellow steam into my face, so I lost any orientation skills I had of the platform. I didn't know where I was going, somewhere to my right Ron was saying my name in confusion. I felt somebody crash into me and both of us fell to the floor. I tried to lift myself, but my crasher (I assumed I was the 'crashee' or the victim), was pushing me down and obviously didn't figure out what was happening, caught in the white fog.

I breathed in sharply, and felt the piercing spice of the owner's eau de cologne. Just like Viktor's… My head was dissolving slowly. Could it be him? Maybe just maybe he came to visit and –

"FUCK, Granger!" The smoke apparently cleared, and I realized the person whose emanation I adored was in fact a person I hated to my guts. Draco Malfoy.

Draco friggin' Malfoy.

Well here it is! To answer some of your questions:

No Gillian Granger is not a pseudonym or a cover-up name. It will all come in its time don't worry.

Draco Malfoy isn't Gillian Granger haha, I really don't know who came up with that but they e-mailed me with this idea.

All you can do for now is review  next chapter as soon as I get 10… Please support your author and review…. Please? I'll be good!