Chapter One

"The war is coming, mudblood," a voice rang through her head.

Hermione had not believed the statement two and a half years ago. But now, in her 7th and final year at Hogwarts, she knew how very real the statement was. Her head fell to the table with a soft thud. 3 sleepless nights in the library with Ron and Harry had gotten them seemingly nowhere. The location of the last Horcrux had not revealed itself and Hermione had begun to doubt its existence. She raised her head off the table to see Harry rubbing his temples therapeutically and Ron with his book closed staring off into space. Ron looked back at Hermione, then Harry and boldly asked, "Shall we call it a night then?"

"If that bloody Horcrux hasn't turned up yet, I think it's quite content on remaining unknown." Sighed Harry.

The three exhaustedly stood up and returned their piles of books to the restricted section, the last place they had looked.

"I think, Harry, that if the books aren't in the restricted section, then they mustn't exist. Dumbledore was the only one who knew of the Horcruxes besides You-Know-Who. I don't think he went around publishing books on how to basically destroy him." Hermione said with observation.

"I know 'Mione, but we have to follow McGonnagall's instructions. I'll talk to her tomorrow to receive further instruction," Harry answered, glancing at the clock. "Bloody hell, its 12:00 already! We better hurry up to the common room before Filch catches us."

But before the trio had time to slip the invisibility cloak over themselves as they exited the library, a boy with platinum blonde hair was walking their way. A sneer stretched across his face as his hair gleamed in the moonlight pouring in from a window above. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Potty and the Weasel. And look, 'Mione the Mudblood tags along as well."

"What are you doing here Malfoy?" Ron gritted his teeth angrily.

"I might just ask you the same question. But I might already know you were all having a three-some in the girls bathroom." His sneer was so unbearable.

Harry and Ron held Hermion back to keep her from lunging at him.

"Really now Granger…would've thought you could do better. Guess not. Who wants a filthy little mudblood?"

Hermione thrust through the grasps of Harry and Ron and went to smack Draco straight across the face but he was too quick for her and could her hand mid-slap.

"Uh-uh-uh. You might not want to be doing that Granger. Soon you may regret it." Malfoy turned on his heel and stalked off leaving Harry, Ron, and most of all Hermione in utter rage and confusion.

----well that's the first chapter, please tell me what you think so i know if i should update more! be kind, this is my first fanfic.