Hermione P.O.V

"Hermione! Wake up! It is already 10!" shouted Ginny from the room next door. "We must start preparing to go to the station! Mum said she would be waiting for us there at 11! So hurry up!"

"All right! All right! I am up! Meet me outside in 30 minutes!" Hermione screamed back, clearly annoyed that her beauty sleep was ruin.

It was finally the end of the holidays. Hermione smiled at herself at the thought that she could finally meet her second home, which is obviously the school library, and her dearest friends. Speaking of Harry and Ron, she has not met them since the last school term! Her so-called best friends had been busy helping out in Mr. Weasley office, leaving her behind, saying that she has been studying too much during the school years and therefore needed the whole holidays to rest. Hermione frowned at this thought as she muttered a spell to pack up all her belongings.

At the strike of 10.30, Hermione got out of her room, prepared. She looked over at the sofa and found a bunch of red hair sticking out.

"Ginny!" Hermione screamed, throwing Ginny a breathtaking hug. "I missed you so much! How have you been?"

"I've been great! I missed you so much too!" Ginny muffled through Hermione hair.

After 2 minutes or so, they finally released each other.

"Jesus Christ! Hermione! You look…. WOAH! You look gorgeous! Tell me, what have you been doing during the holidays to earn you a flawless skin, tamed hair and great figure? Say!" teased Ginny, who was pretending to observe Hermione all around.

"Ha-Ha. Ginny, do not lie. I know I do not look gorgeous. You were just trying to earn yourself a compliment right?" Hermione mocked back. At the sight of Ginny's defeated face, she gave a triumphant grin. "Just knew it!"

The two close friends shared a giggle and then set off to the station to meet the rest.

The taxi ride to the station was extremely slow, compared to their normal way, or should I say, Ginny's normal way. Nevertheless, they reached the station just on time and instantly saw a group of striking red heads among the packed station at the first step in the station.

We're here!" yelled Ginny and Hermione simultaneously, running towards them with their enormous luggage.

Almost all the passengers in the station watched as these two dazzling women ran towards their husbands and starting hugging them like there's no tomorrow. (If u get wad I mean….)

By the time both girls loosen their grips, the boys were already turning purple. Ginny glanced at Harry and drooled. Then she started licking her lips seductively while staring at Harry's beefy body. "Umm… Yummy...! Working in the ministry does make a lot of effect on you," commented Ginny, smirking broadly. "Same goes to you, Ron."

Harry simply grins while his other friend did his normal reaction, blushing.

Before anyone could make fun of Ron's shyness, Mrs. Weasley interrupted them, "C'mon kids! Let's start going! It is going to be 11 soon and we don't want to miss the train! So hurry up!" Without hesitating, the four "kids" were practically shooed through barrier.

"No," The boy replied, trembling all over. "No Father."

The elderly simply sneered at him. "Are you denying me?" his lips slowly forming an arrogant smirk. "You do know what are the consequences right?" he continued.

"Yes," the boy replied, shaking harder than ever.

The once-smirking older man looked at him, the smirk still not leaving his expressionless face. His eyes turned into a cold glare, as though challenging the younger boy. Alas, he was defeated by the boys' undisturbed expression.

"Have it your way then." He barked.

Then all of a sudden, the boy started to shake uncontrollably. His once expressionless facial expression turned into agony and pain. His face started to turn pale as sweat slowly accumulated. His fist was close so tight that his nails were starting to turn white. Despite the stinging feeling that smeared through his body rapidly, he refused to scream in pain or to beg for mercy. The older man watched him with a smirk playing on his lips. No one said a word until…

"NO!"

Draco woke up in a jerk. Beads of perspiration covered his body as he inhaled the surrounding air as fast as a bullet train.

"What the hell was that?" he whispered to himself, utterly confused. Slowly, he calmed down and thinks about his dream. "Who was that women?" he paused, "who was that women that was screaming?" His eyebrows drew a thin line as he tried to recall his dream once more.

Then all of a sudden, the door swung open, banging loudly onto the wall beside it, revealing a man that looked almost like Draco but just a bigger version, Lucius Malfoy.

Noticing his sudden arrival, Draco quickly got up from his bed and bowed, "Good morning Father."

Lucius simply nod at his son's humble greeting.

"Meet me in my office in 10 minutes. Don't be late." Without hesitating, he flicked his wand and apparated back to his room.

'I've got something to tell you.' His father's words hovered over his mind over and over again. 'What does he have to tell me?' he thought to himself. Then like a thunderbolt that had just strike his head, he instantly understood what his father wanted to tell him. A proud smirk formed as he thanked himself mentally for his intelligence. However, the smirk disappeared as soon as it arrived. It was instead, replaced with a thin line, together with a frown.

"Shit!"