The next day, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were walking down to the Great Hall for breakfast, Ginny tagging along behind them. All four of them were comparing Timetables, even though Ginny was in sixth year, she was pretty smart, so in some classes, she was with seventh years.

Hermione sighed. "Harry, we have every class together. All Seventh years do. But this morning after Breakfast, we have Double Transfiguration with Noelle." She stated simply. As she walked into the Hall, the morning sun outlined her body. Her curves had come in a lot more over the summer, and her hair had gone from a bushy state to a nice, wavy length. It was also shorter, at least to her shoulders. She walked over to the Gryffindor Table and started talking to Parvati and Lavender about girl stuff.

Harry and Ron's mouth couldn't help but drop at the way she looked now. Of course, it was one thing that Ron finally realized that she was a girl in their fourth year, but another when he saw her now. Ginny literally had to come up and take them out of their trance. In moments, the three other Gryffindors had managed to sit at the now crowded table.

Ron started piling his plate and eating while he piled, making Harry, Hermione, and Ginny roll their eyes. "Ron," Hermione said. "You might not want to pile more things on than you can eat." Her eyes were closed in disgust.

"Yeah, mate. You might want to consider what you eat. And as Quidditch Captain, I will train you harder than you've ever trained before if you keep eating like that." Harry said seriously, fighting back a grin. But what he'd said seemed to have an effect on Ron, as he stopped piling food. "Very good, Ron, very good." A grin broke out on his face and Ginny and Hermione giggled. Ron still looked pale.

Rolling her eyes, Hermione slapped Harry on the arm. "Harry! Oh, don't over work him, you know how he gets. He'll definitely play until he's like you want and you know it." She said giggling. Her brown eyes made their way over to the Slytherin table, where Draco was watching them, a scowl on his face. Well, it's not our fault we actually have friends. The brunette thought to herself. Harry seemed to have noticed, though, because he'd caught her attention, making her turn around.

"Hermione, leave him alone. He's not bothering you." Harry told her simply. He knew she would have a hard time accepting the fact that the two boys were talking, and Ron would take it worse, but they literally had to work on something. Something Dumbledore asked them to do. Experiment with a Timeturner. See how far back you can go, as no one was for sure.

Feeling left out of this, Ginny and Ron turned their heads towards the Slytherin table and gasped when they saw who Harry was talking about. "Harry, you mean to tell me, you're actually defending the git?" Ginny asked cautiously. Her red hair was up in a loose, messy bun while a few strands framed her face.

Ron just sat there. Mouth agape with shock. He couldn't believe it. Harry? Nice to a Slytherin? Maybe the other Gryffindor was sick? Hopefully. But Ron figured they'd never know until he was ready to tell them. Which BETTER be SOON. He thought darkly.

Draco had watched this banter with great amusement. When he had first approached Harry just last night at dinner, the Hall had fallen into a shocked silence. Everyone had waited for them to fight, which they never did, but got bored and turned back to their meals. Now, Harry was defending him? The Gryffindor Table had stopped to listen in. He just rolled his eyes and watched, making sure that there was no need for him to jump in. Thoughts however, were interrupted by Pansy sitting on his lap. With a slight "oof", he pushed her off of him. "Pansy, must you do that every day? And it's only the second!" he said, clearly annoyed at the girl already.

The girl pouted. "Draky, I thought you loved me?" she replied, unaware of the annoyance in his voice. Her brown hair had grown out and was now down to her shoulders. She had also gotten blonde highlights. She looked different. She was no longer the Pansy Parkinson everyone made fun of because of her face. She was Pansy Parkinson, gorgeous don't mess with me girl.

Draco rolled his eyes. "I don't love you, Pans. I'm being forced to marry you." He said. Might as well get it off my chest now, and not three hours before the wedding, he thought. Platinum blonde hair had grown darker from staying indoors all summer. His body had grown more muscular, and he was close to 6 feet even. A sigh escaping his lips, Dray turned back to the Trio.

"Harry! You can't be honest!" Hermione cried. Her brown eyes were filled with concern. Harry had just told them what Dray had said the night before at Dinner. Before she and Ron arrived.

Ron too, looked shocked. "Seriously Harry. Draco? Good? Impossible." He said before stuffing his face with food… again.

Harry just shook his head and stood up. "Guys, I'm serious." Glancing around, he bent down, lowering his voice. "Meet me at the DA meeting place tonight after dinner." With that, he walked off. Everyone had stopped eating when he had stood without Hermione and Ron following. Many had even started to whisper.

Hermione just shook her head before returning to breakfast, ignoring all the looks she and Ron were getting. "Ron, hurry," she said standing after a few moments of silence. "We're going to be late. We don't need that to happen on our first day of classes. Especially with the Slytherins." She rolled her eyes at her comment while waiting for the boy to get up as well.

"Mione! I just started eating!" Ron whined. A stern look from Hermione, however, shut him up quickly. He finished off his pumpkin juice while Hermione impatiently waited for him. Standing up, he gazed one last time at his food before hurrying out of the Hall with Hermione.

A/N: Okay, school has really bogged me down. I don't have much homework, but it's enough to keep my busy for a while. I need ideas! When you review, please, give me any. I may combine two, but I'll give full credit to the users who gave them to me. Umm… Pairings are: H/Hr; R/G; R/LL; B/P (I will add Mauderers later. Maybe within the next two or three chaps.)