A/N I know it has indeed been a very long time since I have updated and I promise you that I have a very good excuse for such negligence to my fan fiction. You see, my bird died, and then my dad- the wonderful person he is- decided to get me the new version of Microsoft Word- which rocks- but then it didn't work right, plus I have been overwhelmed because of homecoming week, so therefore I am giving you this chapter and maybe another as an apology…present! ENJOY. P.s. You may notice some random flashbacks come in at certain points. They will have a meaning…eventually. I promise.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from 1- The Harry Potter Books or 2- The Harry Potter Movies or 3-Anything HP related besides the plot of this story.

Lucious stood before them making them seem tiny, and insignificant. He towered over them, his platinum hair shining in the sunlight. His eyes twinkled with something Hermione couldn't understand, but Draco knew all to well. That twinkle was the twinkle that came right before something was about to happen, something big. Draco wasn't sure if his father knew that twinkle was there, he wasn't sure whether or not his father could control it either.

'Son,' spat Lucious, 'What are you doing with this mudblood?'

Hermione visibly flinched at the venom in his words. He loved to watch her squirm.

'Don't you dare call me son, father. I refuse to be scared of you, I refuse to be your pawn, and I refuse to continue to hurt the people that I love!' Draco shouted, with what seemed to be every ounce of his being.

'You'll pay for this, son.' And then, he was gone.

Hermione looked at Draco with fear in her eyes.

'I thought that he was in Azkaban!'

'He was…'

'Then how was he just standing in your kitchen!'

'I don't know…'

Hermione sighed. Draco thought, and once again, a comfortable silence fell upon the pair.

Suddenly, Hermione spoke, ending the quiet between them…

'Are you returning to Hogwarts this year?' (It's their final year)

'I don't know.'

FLASHBACK

Hermione boarded the train to her beloved school, she couldn't believe that she had only two short years left there, she didn't want to have to leave. She found her compartment, with Harry, Ron, and now Luna, and Neville. Shortly later, and knock came at the door, it slid open and Draco Malfoy waltzed in.

'Granger!' He shrieked.

'What do you want Malfoy?' Harry, Hermione, And Ron all said in unison.

'Aw isn't that cute, now they talk for each other,' commented Draco in a mock baby voice, 'There's a meeting for prefects in fifteen minutes. McGonagall sent me to tell you.'

'Yea, Ok whatever. Thanks.' Replied Hermione disgustedly.

'I'll be seeing you, mudblood.' He said as he walked elegantly out of the compartment.

END FLASHBACK

'Hermione, are you ok?' Asked Draco wondering why he had just used her first name.

'Oh, yea I'm fine. Do you know who made head boy this year?' She asked trying to start up a bit of conversation.

'I did. I made head boy. Do you know who made head girl?'

'I did.' Replied Hermione curtly.

Stupid Dumbeldore and his 'house unity' crap!

'I guess we should probably remain civil to each other.'

'Yea…' Hermione replied, her voice trailing off, and the look on her face reminiscent of Luna's.