Disclaimer: I don't hold rights to any of J.K. Rowlings work, all I've got is a brain that thinks too much, a lot of free time, and this plot line.
Chapter 1: Another Year, Another Shopping Experience
Shimmy
Education, fornication, in you are, Go,
Education, subjugation, now you're out, Go,
Education, fornication, in you are, Go,
Don't be late for school again boy
I think me, I want life,
I think me, I want a house and a wife,
I want to shimmy- shimmy-
shimmy through the break of dawn, yeah.
Education, fornication, in you are, Go,
Education, subjugation, now you're out, Go,
Education, fornication, in you are, Go,
Don't be late for school again girl
I think me, I want life,
I think me, I want a house and a wife,
I want to shimmy- shimmy-
shimmy through the break of dawn, yeah.
I think me, I want life,
I think me, I want a house and a wife,
I want to shimmy- shimmy-
shimmy through the break of dawn, yeah.
Indoctrination, of a nation,
Indoctrination of a nation,
Subjugation of damnation,
Subjugation of damnation?
Don't be late for school again boy,
Don't be late for school again girl,
Don't be late for school again boy,
Don't be late for school again girl.
Draco Malfoy turned up his Muggle radio as his favorite System of a Down song practically destroyed his ear drums. No one had to know he listened to Muggle music. It's just so hard to find good speed metal music in the wizard world. Everyone seem to want to listen to pop music now that made him want to hurl.
He walked over to his dresser to pick out his clothes for the day. He couldn't try to pull off going to breakfast in his boxers again. Narcissa, his mum, would murder him.
He picked out a black shirt (not that it's too surprising really since all his clothes consisted mainly of black) with "Are you stalking me? Cuz that would be great" sprawled across it. (A/N I saw my friend wear that shirt and cracked up, seeing as he had 3 girlfriends). Then he put on his favorite pair of baggy, chain-rattling, goth-style pants. They were black (of course) with red stitching and an insanely large number of chains and other metal things hanging off it. He wore them a lot so there was frayed fabric all over them. He combed out his platinum blond hair so there would be no tangles and skipped the gel that he was previously know for.
By now the song was over so he raced down stairs to get something to eat. The breakfast nook, if you wish to so call it, was just a small, dusty, common place dining room, and it smelled like eggs, bacon, pancakes, waffles, and his dad's tobacco, which, even though his father was now running off do Lord only knows what with Voldomort, still linger annoyingly regardless of all the cleaners the house elves applied. They used the "breakfast nook" for most meals because the larger, formal dining room was Hell to clean up.
"Hey mum," he said strolling in like he own the place, which was technically true with his father gone and all.
"Morning luv," his mother replied off-handedly.
"So what's my favorite mum in all the world doing that's got her so distracted," Draco asked while filling his plate with bacon and waffles. He couldn't stand pancakes and yet he loved waffles. It all had to do with texture, understand? He liked to eat food that was crispy. That crunched when you bit into it.
"Hrmm...what dear? Oh nothing, just reading a letter from a business investor..." she said, obviously far more interested in what she was reading then what he was saying.
"Darling dear Narcissa," he read as he passed by. "Definitely seems like important business." His mother turned a lovely shade of scarlet. He had known about her little affair with Marcus Parkinson for a while now, and he knew she needed somebody to care about her so he waved that little clause about fidelity in her vows this once.
"So we're going to Diagon Alley today to get my supplies, right?" This was going to be his 7th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and he was sure it was going to be the best year yet (though looking back at his years there's nothing particularly wonderful to compare it to because that damned Harry Potter always got in the way) regardless of the fact Hermione Granger was undoubtedly going to be Head Girl this year. He was going to be Head Boy so she would have no power over him. He knew that because they had the two highest GPAs in the school; her above him because, as he grudgingly admitted to himself, she was the hardest working, brightest, and largest insufferable know-it-all the school had ever seen.
"Yes, of course, Draco dear, " Narcissa sighs.
In a Muggle house, in Muggle Greenwich
"MUM! DAD! WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE!" bellowed Hermione Granger. She put a quick charm on her hair to make it less frizzy and untangled, but still just as poofy and untamed as it always was. Her face had grown softer and more unique to her over the summer, her teeth had been shrunk by Madame Pomfrey in her fifth year after Draco put a jinx to make them grow to beaver-size so now they were perfect and totally aligned, and her body grew more voluptuous as well. Basically, now she was hot.
She had a maroon spaghetti strap with a zip-up hoody that was brown a shade lighter than her hair over it and half way zipped and loose fitting, low-rise, faded jeans. Her makeup consisted of smoky eye shadow, eye liner, mascara, and red-tinted lip gloss to make her lips shine.
She checked herself in the mirror and made sure nothing was messed up before applying a small charm to keep her hard work from fading or smearing. It was a lot of little magic, but she had yet to get punished by the Ministry for it.
She and her parents were heading to Diagon Alley to get stuff for her next year at Hogwarts. The reason she was worried they would be late was because Harry and the Weasleys were supposed to meet them at the Leaky Cauldron before hand.
Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, and Ronald Weasley were her best friends in the world. She had helped them foil Voldomort's plan on numerous occasions since she started school at Hogwarts. By now her face was nearly as famous as his simply by association. She had acquired his enemies too. Voldomort knew her, the Death Eaters wish they could just get their hands on her, and Draco Malfoy was a pain in her ass too.
Voldomort and the Death Eaters she could live with; they never really came in close contact with her. Malfoy on the other hand she couldn't.
He was much more in-your-face, much more real. He was the creepiest, foulest, and, unfortunately, sexiest boy in school. She hated to admit it, but he was. He was the insanely enigmatic sex magnet of the school. There were girls always chasing after him, Pansy Parkinson especially. There wasn't one girl, and certain members of the guys, that didn't want him. Except of course Hermione.
He called her Mudblood, he had tormented her all through out her past 6 years at Hogwarts, and he loved to jinx and hex her to no end. In other words, he was a jackass. There wasn't one time that she could call to memory that the very sight of him induced her to flip out. She simply could. not. stand. him. He was what had tainted all her years in the magic world and all because she wasn't a pureblood and was best-friends with Harry.
Now back to the story at hand.
They had arrived at the Leaky Cauldron and were greeted by her friends with hugs and 'How was your summer?'s. They went inside and caught up on all they had missed during the break.
"We visited Charley in Romania, and I got to ride a dragon!" Ron was saying. "It was a huge Mongolian Ridgeback. I think it was even bigger than the one you went up against in the Triwizard Tournament, Harry!"
"Yes, but I doubt it was nesting, which was the true challenge in what Harry did,"' Hermione stated matter-of-factly. "Nesting mother dragons are notoriously violent and protective of their young against anyone who comes near their nest."
"We know, 'Mione," they replied almost tiredly at her usual statement of fact. She always took everything so literally and seriously. When was she going to lighten up?
Last year, Hermione and Ron went out for a while, but it just didn't work out so Hermione broke up with him a little while before summer started. He seemed to be okay with it now. After last year and all the craziness with Voldomort arising again, she just couldn't stand the pressure of having a boyfriend at the moment (especially one as high-maintenance as Ron). At the time, he through a major fit and Harry had to calm him down. He insisted there had to be someone else, which of course there wasn't. Harry on the other hand understood my reasoning and promised he'd help him get over it. Ron was still in a huff about it two weeks later when school ended. He hadn't mentioned it once since they'd been here, so Harry must have really helped.
Harry had spent his summer the Weasleys and seemed to be just the same as when she left him. The Order was now recruiting kids their age to see if they could catch any Junior Death Eaters at work, so of course Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were on that list. The problem was most Death Eaters came out of Slytherin, and it was exceedingly difficult to recruit from that house, which made Snape work in over time. They had grown to trust him over the past two years; he had proven his worth on more than one occasion. Though they were official members of The Order, they were still kept out of the meetings and Mr. Weasley put sound barriers that even Extendable Ears couldn't breech around the room.
They were walking around looking for supplies (by this I mean Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny; the parents had gone off to discuss how each others worlds worked, again), and they walked into the apothecary's to pick up their stuff for NEWT Level Potions, which was required to become an Auror, when who should walk in but Draco Malfoy.
"Hail Ferret-boy, King of Snobs!" yelled all four of the friends.
"Well if it isn't Mudblood, Scarface, the Red-haired Blunder, and the littlest Weasel. Looking particularly insane this year Weasley. Did Hermione break up with you or something?" he sneered, and no matter how Hermione tried to deny in he was probably even sexier this year because the no-gel thing really suited him. Ron by this time was furious.
"If I wasn't so sure you'd be Head Boy this year, I would have hexed you to oblivion by now," he said through clenched teeth.
"If I wasn't so you were completely incapable of that, I would have been scared," Draco drawled. "So Mudblood, we'll be the Heads this year obviously, so I'll expect you to keep you idiot friends in line. Won't you be a dear and grab me that Wolf's Bane?" He pointed to a shelf he could easily reach while sliding his arm around her waist.
SLAP!
Hermione turned on her heals and, having already paid, left the shop with Malfoy still rubbing the red mark shaped like her hand.
Oh Merlin! She did it again! That bloody bookworm hit me again. Where did she learn to hit like that? But I got to admit she does look really cute when she's pissed...Bad, Draco, bad. You can't think of the Mudblood that way! She hates you after all...but that could be easily fixed...no bad brain...Draco thought to himself. This is definitely not a good sign.
Down the street Hermione was still fuming, not to mention bright red. "The nerve of that creep! Can you believe him? Sticking his arm around me! Ugh! Yuck! Now I'm going to have to take like 20 showers when I get home!" she ranted. "How am I supposed to work with a guy like that?"
"I swear that if Harry wasn't holding me back, I would have murdered him!" Ron joined in.
"I'm sorry if he offended you, Ron. That was really heartless of him. Let's go finish our shopping and forget about it," Hermione said, back to her usual self.
A/N Please Review. This is my first story so I'll take all the help I can get.
