Chapter One Gray Meets Amber

There was one week left till the Golden Trio would begin their last year at Hogwarts. As Ron, Harry, Hermione and Ginny went shopping for their up coming school year, they talked about all of the things that had happened in the last few years. Having gone every place else, there was only one store left that they needed to visit...

"Next stop... Flourish & Bolts! Hermione squealed like a young child who had just been given his favorite piece of candy. The others just looked at each other and shook their heads in disbelief, as if it was impossible for anyone to get this excited about a bookstore.

"What do you guys say, time restraint?" Ginny asked Ron and Harry, ignoring Hermione (who was already in her own little world).

"Most definitely!" Harry said without the slightest bit of hesitation.

"Absolutely." Ron seconded.

"How does half an hour sound?" Ginny asked noticing for the first time that Hermione had entered back to earth from her the world of her own.

"Sounds good to me, how about you Ron?" Harry replied, running his hand through his messy black hair.

"Half an hour is good for me." Ron answered.

"Well not me! Come on you guys, a half-hour? That's just enough time to get our school books!" Hermione whined in a fashion unlike herself.

"And your point is...?" Ginny questioned waving her hand as if to indicate that Hermione should continue her tirade.

She just huffed and stormed into the bookstore not really caring if they followed or not at this point in time.

"Crazy that one, I'm tellin' ya!" Ron said just loud enough for only Harry to hear. "Mate, You've been sayin' that since our first year. I really don't think she's going to be changing any time soon." Harry spoke with the same tone.

"You know Harry, I think you may have a point there."

"No you think?" Harry asked stupidly walking into the store, holding the door open for Ginny.

Hermione walked to the last row of books, not really looking for anything special. Realizing that she was in the prophecies section, Hermione slowed her pace and leisurely looked at the titles of knowledge. Stopping at the ones that caught her attention; picking them up and reading the first few pages to see if they were worth the money. Well I guess that I'll take these two for now and order more from Hogwarts. Hermione thought taking Dark Prophecies and Prophecies yet to come true.

Walking to the front of the room, where she was sure Ron, Harry and Ginny were getting their own books. Spotting them in the Defense Against the Dark Arts section, gathering the books they needed and a few that might come in handy, having learned for the years that have passed. Hermione walked up to them, holding her two books close to her chest and picking up her copy of the required Defense Against the Dark Arts book along the way. Silence being her most lethal weapon; she walked up to Ron, tapped him on his shoulder and whispered "Gotchya!" into his ear, resulting in a high pitched girl like squeal.

Harry and Ginny whipped around startled, Harry with his wand out and in dual position. Once they had realized who it was they started laughing remembering the game they had began to play in their sixth year, "Gotchya!"

Once Ron had calmed down and realized who it was (which took all of 1.5 seconds), he groaned inwardly, "Come on Monie, don't you think that game is getting just a little bit old?"

"What game Ronniekins? I didn't know we were playing a game!" Hermione said with the face of an angel and the voice of innocence.
"Don't call me Ronniekins! You know how I hate that name --" "Oh Ronniekins! Come 'ere you poor over grown baby." Came a cold drawl from behind the group. "Shove it Malfoy!" Ron said through clenched teeth, his face turning as red as his hair if not more so. "I would, but I don't go out of species." "Oh! That's right! I forgot to tell you all! Malfoy's a Ferret!" Hermione said while she turned around to face the Slytherin King eye to eye. "Well it looks like the mudblood bitch has gotten a tongue of her own over the summer." Malfoy replied with as much ice as he could gather into his voice. Turning his cold gray eyes onto warm amber ones, instantly searching deep into his soul melting his icy cold heart. "What are you jealous Ferret Boy?" "Why should I be jealous of you, mudblood?" Without waiting for a response Draco turned on his heal and left the book store; stopping only to leave a sack of gallons on the cashiers desk with a piece of parchment with directions on it.