He guys! Yeah, this is an A/N. I know this will suck, but this is a Harry Potter spin-off, featuring the characters from Instant Star. Yeah...Don't hate, appreciate! Anyways, I hope it won't stink as much as I think it will! R&R!

My Disclaimer: I own neither Instant Star nor Harry Potter. CTV, the Instant Star Company, and J. K. Rowling own the characters. I however, own the new characters and the story line. This is for entertainment purposes only and I do not expect any money from it...Dang, I don't own Tom Felton either..haha..I know you're out there, Tom, and I wish you knew who I was!

Chapter 1: Banned Presence

Hermione, Harry, and Ron ran outside. From the looks on their faces, you would know something drastic had just happened, and the victim was in their paths. Draco Malfoy pushed through Ron and Harry, trying to get a look at the unfortunate soul in the way of the path to Hagrid's Hut.

"Dad..." Draco whispered softly, barely loud enough to hear. "What in bloody hell happened?" he choked. "What...Where...Why...How...What in bloody hell happened?" He repeated, dropping to his knees, an exasperated vibe propelling off of him.

"How are we supposed to know, Malfoy?" Hermione spat at him. "We heard the blast and we ran out here. We don't know any more than you do. And don't look at me like that!" Hissed Hermione, with the last statement aimed at the fact that Draco, who had just noticed her, was looking at her with much reverence and charm, being much of a flirt if I may say so. "I said, STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT!" Hermione shrieked, before edging herself in between Neville and Ginny, both of whom had joined the crowd moments before.

Hermione had changed over the summer. Bushy-haired no more, she had sleek, golden brown hair with gold highlights. Her new style was amazing too. Wispy and layered hair framed her face now, and she looked better than his old girlfriend, Jude Harrison. And that was saying a lot. Hermione's teeth had obviously been whitened profusley. She was flat around the waist, and as he looked at her, he could imagine his arm around her. His eyes moved back up to her face. Her lips...lip-glossed and shiny, she looked hotter than the sun. Although she did not sing, nor was she punk, she was the prettiest girl in Hogwarts. Too bad he hadn't told Jude he was a wizard .Anyways, Hermione's earrings glittered in the sunlight through her wispy, curly hair. Although her eyes were glaring, Draco sensed that if he could just say sojmething to make her eyes widen a little, he'd be able to see her deep, chocolate brown eyes a lot better. And he did.

"If you think that I like you, you are highly mistaken. And by the way, mudblood, I wasn't implying that you knew any more than I did on Prefessor Malfoy's death. All I implied was that I would like to know what exactly did happen. As of course, as proud as I am, I do not know as much as you, oh wise one." Draco retorted, with an air of sarcasm. "If you must know why I wasn't out here, I was on my way up to my new dorm room, when I saw a green flash ouside m window. Oh, don't you wish you could be me, eh ickle Weasley-kins and Potty-boy?" He added, noticing that Harry and Ron were glaring at him with icy cold eyes.

"We don't give a damn if you are head boy or girl. We think that if you were going be anything at all, you should have at least been Head Girl, seeing as you are one. Don't you agree Harry?" Ron hissed.

"Well, I don't want to be a party pooper here. Yet I must say, all of you here who are seventh years, are late for Transfiguration. Mr. Potter, Ms. Granger, Mr. Malfoy, and..." Professor Snape paused for a second , as to show he had no reverence to the 'Ickle Weasley-kins' at all. "...Mr. Weasley, follow Minerva, as she is waiting by the door. I'm greatly disapointed in all of you, especially in you, Mr. Malfoy. Do you not think it is obvious that you killed your own father? Do you not," Snape added, turning around to face the crowd as he continued, "remember that I, Professor Snape, taught DADA last year? Do you not remember the lesson we spent the most time on because of some...cough students who were cough unable to grasp the material?" Snape said, turning to Harry and Ron. "Wordless Curses and Spells? Hm? I don't believe you do, Mr. Malfoy. Obviously, you need some more help? Hm? Mr. Malfoy, I expect you in my office at exactly 7:00 sharp tonight. Do not be late and do not have some Cheeeeesy excuse as to why you were late. I want to...hm...teach you some lessons. Ms. Granger, as Head Girl, I expect you to walk with Mr. Malfoy to my office. Actually, I'd quite appreciate you staying for the...lessons so that you may learn some...spells too. Thank you, Enjoy your day." Snape ended, with a humongous smirk on his face at the sight of Draco's slightly flushed face after that hell of a sermon.

'I'll show him. Neither Hermione nor Severus will tell me what to do. I will not be in his office by 7. No one will make me. I know I'll be shunned and maybe killed by the Deatheaters. I know Voldemort will hate me. And I didn't kill my father. Oh no, I would never think of that. Punishment upon punishment for that one. And now I'll get double punishment for no reason. I didn't even try to kill! Hermione can't seem me bloody. Although,if she did, maybe...no it's too risky. Doesn't risky sound a lot like risque? Oh my god, I'm turning into a flaming idiot...although, a Hot flaming idiot. And Severus embarrassed me. I'm not a fool. I'm a Malfoy. A He-man-muggle-hater...yeah, that's it...'

"Mr. Malfoy, what spell do you say to change a goat into a block of goat's cheese? Mr. Malfoy? Oh dear god. 10 seconds for you to answer or I will deduct 10 housepoints for each year of your age. How's that?"

"Huwhat? Oh...the spell for the transfiguration of a goat to goat's cheese? That's easy! Oreamnos americanus Dairiamus." Draco replied, as if he had been paying attention the entire time instead of staring at Hermione's perfect back...'Oh..her bra strap's showing...should I tell her or should I just stare at it? I have to show her I'm man enough to say it.' Draco thought.

Writing a note in invisible ink, she kicked Hermione's chair ahead of him. She turned around halfway, glaring out the side of her eye. "What?" she hissed.

"Here. Read this. It's in invisibil...ity is the most wonderful talent to have, isn't it? I mean, I think it's the hardest transfiguration around!" Draco replied, changing the subject completely when he felt McGonnagel's eyes boring a hole into his back. "Hi, Professor...laughs softly and nerviously...what's hoppin'?"

"You would be if I kept Alastor 'Mad-eye' Moody in the classroom...I do not support his idea of punishment by transfiguration of a human to a ferret and making it bounce on a hard stone floor," McGonnagel took a breath. "but I do think it's better than rape or beating. Now, get back to work, all of you, please." And with that she walked away to her desk in the front of the classroom, where she sat down and graded term papers, most of which received a little click of the tongue or a shake of the head.

But Draco couldn't concentrate. Hermione was so beautiful, yet he was so mean to her. He had to show her he wasn't like that anymore. But how?

And with that final thought, he turned his head towards the window to watch the snow falling lightly outside and to daydream about his crush.

I hope you liked it. I love to make Draco be all sarcastic, yet funny. To those of you who want to know...The Instant Star part is coming up soon, don't you fret...I'll make it good, I swear!

In this fanfic, it is the year 2005 right now. Jude Harrison is 16, making Draco 17. Hopefully that didn't confuse you too much...