It was the first day of classes, and both Ron and Harry were aching to get started. Grudgingly, the two boys had spent the previous night reading chapters out of their school books in an effort to catch themselves up a bit, but all of that information was miraculously gone from their heads with the excitement now coursing through each of their minds.

Their first class was Double Potions with the first-year Slytherins. Harry and Ron arrived in the dungeons uncharacteristically early and set up their equipment by one of the cauldron stands. Ron set up his cauldron while Harry took out his Potions book.

The only other person in the classroom was the girl Ron had recognized on the train. Granger. Hermione, wasn't it? She had gotten there even before they had, and was perusing a large tome about advanced potions.

"Oi," Ron called to her. "That book's for fifth or sixth years."

"It interests me," the girl replied stiffly, as if somewhat miffed at Ron's inability to think of this obvious explanation.

"But you're a first year! Been doing magic for ages, I'll bet," Ron said. He knew a fair bit about magic, as the sixth child in a Pureblood family, and he would have bet a Galleon that she had too.

"I'm Muggle-born," Hermione said indifferently. She wasn't fazed by this admittance as others might have been. Ron, however, was taken aback.

"But you're obviously brilliant, I find it very hard to believe that you haven't ever done any magic!"

"Well, Mum is Muggle-born, and she's an Auror," Harry reminded his best friend, who silenced himself.

"I can be Muggle-born and still be intelligent," said Hermione. "Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to finish this chapter before class starts."

Ron was now even more baffled about this girl than he had been before. Maybe it was the brown eyes that reminded him of someone. But he didn't know anyone his age who was Muggle-born, so he couldn't possibly have ever met Hermione Granger before. But still, he had this nagging feeling that he knew Hermione Granger from somewhere.

The rest of the class filed into the room and set up their cauldron. In a corner, Draco Malfoy sat arrogantly, examining his fingernails. This class would be a cinch; his father and the Professor were friends, so there was no way he could fail this class.

Draco surveyed the room. There, in the corner, was that blood traitor Weasley. Draco knew of the family, despite having never met them. Next to him was the spitting image of the famous Auror James Potter; it could only have been his son. Draco turned his nose up and away from the pair. He didn't need to associate with their kind.

His eyes fell on a girl with a ton of long, brown hair sitting a few rows in front of Weasley and Potter. She was reading a huge textbook. As the girl looked up from her page and around the room, Draco caught a glimpse of her face.

That girl was Harmony!

It was her face, her deep brown eyes, the approximate body shape. There was no way that the bushy-haired girl could not be his long-lost twin sister. Draco's eyes welled with tears. He had finally found her. He was about to get up and walk over to her, when-

"Good morning, class," came Professor Snape's voice from the front of the classroom. Draco sighed and swallowed the lump in his throat. He allowed the slight smile to fade from his face as he completely tuned out the Professor.

He would find Harmony again if it was the last thing he did.

A/N: Wooo! Draco! :D Review if you wanna know what happens!