Summary:

The Harry Potter 7th years are returning for their last year at school, with a little more than magic on their minds, such as the tremendous war between The Dark Lord and the Order. So it would strike the HP7Y's as odd when one of the Dark Lord's most faithful supporter's son shows up, pretending to have changed. Especially since Draco Malfoy had been expelled the year before, and had very narrowly murdered Albus Dumbledore. Even more surprising is the fact that Malfoy had seemed to take an odd interest in one of the biggest members of the Order. Hermione Granger.

Chapter Rating: K+

Summary of chapter: When you're having a bad day, you'll believe anything, and the hits just start coming.

Disclaimer: Do I really need to do this? I DO NOT OWN THE HARRY POTTER SERIES! Exclamation marks x100000000000000000!

Last Chapter:

'Yes mother?' He said.

'It is time to pack your things. There are somethings we do not want the servants to see, so you will do your trunks yourself. Understood?' She inquired of him.

'I suppose so.' He said, nonchalantly.

'Yes who?' She prompted.

'Yes mother.' He said, seething. She spun around and walked briskly down the marble floors.

Draco stalked off behind her, leaving Horst to silently complete his homework.

'Quis est non veneficus mereo mereor morior.' He chanted, trying his hardest to refrain from performing the spell.

Chapter 6

Draco angrily slammed his trunk open, before cursing his mother.

Who did Narcissa did she was?

His keeper? The other house-elves would do it easily, without giving a rat's ass as to the contents.

He folded a pair of green Egyptian cotton boxers into his trunk, before cursing as they caught on his fingernails.

He packed angrily, tossing items pell-mell into his trunk, before coming across a crystal blue bottle. It was filled with a silver liquid, and corked tightly. It was unbreakable quartz.

He gingerly took it up, before stifling a yell as it exploded into his face.

Draco,

This bottle contains eight fluid ounces of Unicorn's blood. Hopefully you won't have to use it.

Lucius

Draco smiled sardonically.

How typical of his father to give him something that could kill him.

He tossed his schoolbooks into his trunk, casually tossing aside The Omen before a slip of paper caught his eye.

He smiled, happily this time, before feeling the feel of creamy parchment beneath his fingers.

To: Mr. Draco Abraxias Malfoy,

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has appointed you as student head of your house. You will meet with other house heads, as well as the Head-boy and Head-girl every fortnight, to discuss your duties. Your schedule has been modified to accommodate your new responsibilities.

Sincerely,

Professor M. McGonagall

Draco read it through carefully, before slamming it into the trunk with his other worthless items.

His mother had transfigured his identification ring, so that it looked decent.

It had the Malfoy crest engraved into a silver ring with a thin emerald line running through it.

He slid it on, almost forgetting that it wasn't his own ring, and that he needed to wear it, before shutting his trunk, and collapsing onto his gigantic four-poster bed, falling into dreamless sleep.

'It is yours now, my son.' The voice seemed to be saying fuzzily. The boy in whose body Harry was in shook his head.

'You mean, it is yours through me.' The boy answered coldly, or so Harry thought.

'You still scorn, even though you are dying.' The man said, a hint of laughter in his voice.

'I'm not going to die,' The boy said, although it sounded as if he was dying, 'You're not getting rid of me that easily.' Harry felt the boy slipping out of consciousness. He felt his-the boy's-world go black, as he felt himself awaken.

'I always knew that he was bad news.' Ron declared frankly, nodding his head as Harry related his dreams to his friends.

'Why would Malfoy be so angry with his father? Come on Harry! What do we know about Malfoy that would prove his loyalty to his father? He's always talking about him for a start.' Hermione pointed out.

Harry blinked rapid-fire.

'So, let me get this straight, you think I'm lying?' Harry said, shocked.

'For heaven's sake Harry, pull yourself together.' Hermione snapped indignantly. 'Of course I don't think you're lying, I just think you might have interpreted it wrong. Why would it be Malfoy, of all people?'

Harry refused to be daunted.

'It was Malfoy, I'm sure of it.' Harry responded hotly, before Hermione opened her mouth to argue.

'Enough, both of you!' Snapped Ginny. 'Harry, it's obviously not Malfoy, so just, done, OK? And Hermione, we all know you're right, so get over yourself!'

Harry looked away while Ron let his jaw drop. Hermione looked close to tears.

Ginny allowed five seconds of awe from her friends before scoffing and stalking off to help Mrs. Weasley cook breakfast.

'Some people.' Ron said, his mouth still wide open. Harry pursed his lips. It was no use arguing with Ginny. In the end, he'd always be the one close to tears.

Hermione giggled as she stepped into the fireplace, before saying "Diagon Alley" while fighting down fits of laughter.

Ron had cleared his throat numerous times, obviously trying to be funny before Mrs. Weasley had shouted loudly, 'Get on with it! Some of us have more important things to do than listen to you try to puff up like a bullfrog!' To which Ginny had replied snootily, 'Try to?'

Hermione was still laughing after she stepped out of the fireplace on the street of Madame Malkin's.

She followed the Weasley's and Harry, before seeing a brand new book in Bartlebye's Books. She squealed happily before rushing off into the store.

As she stared around in the store, something caught her eye. It was The Omen. She'd remembered watching the old movie, her eyes feeling as if they were about to be clawed out.

The cover of the book portrayed a black dog. She ran her finger across the spine, before almost definitely seeing the black dog wink. She picked it up, her eyes binded to the cover.

It was a relatively big book, about eight hundred pages long. It contained pictures that were horrifyingly still. It was strange to see unmoving pictures in a book from the Wizarding World.

She could not tear herself away from the graphic, detailed images of a man screaming, his mind forever lost, his only comfort in the absence of thought, driven insane by the overwhelming knowledge that something was going to happen.

To her horror, she found herself holding the book in her hands, walking towards the cashier, depositing the 14 galleons the book cost.

She felt her eye contact with the book break as it was wrapped in brown paper.

She once more felt in touch with her body.

She shuddered, before vowing never to touch it for as long as she lived.

The picture of the man would haunt her, and no Memory charm could take that thought of the man, his eyes red with agony, away.

All thoughts of her buying Tangling with The Terrible were gone.

She moaned. She only had six galleons left.

'What'd you buy, Hermione?' Ginny said, interested. She ripped open the paper, her face falling as she saw the cover.

'Unmoving pictures? How terribly boring and Hermione of you.' She tutted, before rolling her eyes and giggling, depositing the partially opened book ito Hermione's hands.

'You can put it in my bag.' Ginny said, holding out a bag filled with schoolbooks.

Hermione smiled gratefully before handing the book over.

As she walked away, she strayed away from the Weasley's, before tripping over a stray toad.

She felt herself crash to the floor, her body racking with sobs. Why her? Why today?

She cried some more, before feeling the presence of someone behind her. She cricked her neck while whirring it around, to meet the eyes of her follower.

Malfoy.

She turned her head.

To her surprise, Malfoy seemed not to notice her, instead stepping around her, before walking off, following his parents.

She picked herself off the ground, before her friends surrounded her, asking about her health.

All things happen for a reason, she told herself firmly, There's no such things as Omens.

But the nagging voice in the back of her head kept repeating the same thing over and over.

There's such things as witches, there's such things as ghosts…

She hit herself in her forehead again.

She was going to drive herself insane.

Draco walked around aimlessly, trying his best to keep up with his parent's quick pace, not even noticing until he'd passed her that Granger had been crying. On the floor.

He scoffed. Mudbloods.

He had just bought himself a snitch, just for kicks. He tossed it up into the air, catching it again, before his mother told him to stop it.

'You have school in five days. Do something worthwhile.' He'd shut up and walked off, trying to look unrelated to his parents, although that was impossible. It was the blond hair thing, Draco was sure of it.

As he pondered this, a sea of redheads and Potter zoomed passed him, probably itching to see how their little girl-toy Hermione was doing.

Prudes.

They all really acted as if they were concerned. Any concerned idiot would leave her to cry. Which is just what he'd done. Oh Merlin. What had he done?