Summary: It's Hermione's seventh and final year at the beloved Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She wishes to accomplish almost everything and spend her time studying hard for her NEWTs. And spend a lot of time with her best friends. Apparently, her last year is going to be eventful, a year she will never forget.

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3 Roads of Fate

CHAPTER ONE

What is that?

"Now, remember the revision we went through yesterday. Now come up, look at the list of partners and find yours, then choose a muggle item you wish to transfigure and sit back down." explained a stressed looking Professor McGonagall. It was mid October and all the professors were preparing the students for their NEWTs.

Hermione, Harry and Ron went up to the front to see who their partners were. Hermione was a bit nervous, but she managed to keep calm. Ron, on the other hand, was practically skipping with each step to McGonagall's desk. Harry- well, he looked fine.

Ron looked on the piece of parchment that lay atop of the desk.

"Weasley & Goyle," he read out loud, "BLOODY HELL!" He screamed. The skipping stopped as soon as he read the list, and sulked to find Goyle.

"Potter & Parkinson," Harry read. There was a small silence as he shuffled his feet, looking for Pansy.

Hermione was the last to see her partner.

"Granger & Malfoy," Hermione blinked, blinked a few more times, before it hit her,her partner was Malfoy. MALFOY! That arrogant, mean, git! How on earth can I be –

But before Hermione could finish her train of thought, she heard a certain someone beside her drawl,

"Granger, we haven't got all day. You might, but I don't, so let's get this over with," Draco Malfoy stood before her, leaning against the professor's desk with arms crossed in front of his chest. Students were still scampering about looking for their partners or muggle items.

"Right, so let's pick a muggle item..." Hermione looked over to where Malfoy was standing, since it looked like he didn't give a damn if she picked out the muggle item, she went ahead and chose a... shiny alarm clock. It was the old traditional kind, with the little bells at top, which was pretty cute if you looked at it thoughtfully...

Anyways, when the two partners sat back down, Malfoy still looking like he didn't give for anything at all, Hermione spoke.

"Ahem, so we have to transfigure this muggle item to a magical item –," but before she could finish saying, well, whatever she was going to say, Malfoy interrupted her.

"Miss-Know-It-All finally figured? To think she was smart,"and then smirked.

Ignoring his comment, Hermione went on, "I'll go first."

"No."

"Excuse me?"

"I said no, you're not going first, I am."

"Who said so?"

"I did, obviously Granger, you're really not as smart as everyone thinks," Malfoy said, as he prepared to say the incantation.

But before Hermione could say anything, let alone do anything, Malfoy said the incantation and with a 'swish' of his wand, the alarm clock had transfigured into a...

Pocket watch!

Now apparently, Hermione was looking over at Pansy and Harry's muggle item, they picked a fire cracker. Odd. Since Pansy was the one who chose it... And they had to keep getting another one since one would accidentally pull it and well, the fire cracker would crack. Hermione turned her attention back to Malfoy –, wait no, not Malfoy but the item. It was gold, and it was very shiny...

"What is that?" was the first thing that came out of Hermione's mouth. She saw Malfoy dangerously tossing around the small but shiny item.

"It's a pocket watch," Malfoy said carelessly.

"Isn't that a –,"

"Muggle thing, yes. How or why I transfigured it? I don't know."

Surprised at how Malfoy knew such a muggle thing, since it seemed he pretty much despised all things muggle asked, "How do you know what it is?"

"We're not daft, Granger. We have these here, too."

Apparently, Hermione Granger did not know everything.

"Let me see that," Hermione said, reaching over. Looking at her hands in disgust, he pulled away.

"No."

"And why not?" slightly frustrated.

"Because you'll dirty it with your filthy Mudblood hands," Malfoy said with a 'oh-so-famous' smirk.

"My what!" Hermione said, now she was angry.

"Here we go again, with your filthy Mudblood self," he replied, saying the word with every syllable as if he was talking to a one year old. Scratch that, talking to a baby. Or someone in St. Mungos.

"I know what you said—, you know what, just give me the damned thing!" Now she was a angry girl. If it was possible, you could probably see steam coming out of her ears right about, now.

"Oh, looks like Granger is blowing off steam. You know, you look quite attractive when your mad. Actually no- you look like a small little Mudblood with a small little temper…"

Hermione stood up, grabbed the shiny object out of Malfoy's hand but while at it, she pushed a small button that was sticking out from the bottom. What an unusual place for a button. But what happened next was more unusual. Everything was going blurry around her and she could see nothing clearly. Soon, she was lifted upon her feet and knocked unconscious.

Okay, so the first chapter to a probably lengthy fic. Please review, constructive criticism please!

-CrimsonEnvy