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This chapter is after the sorting (I didn't feel like writing about that, and I suck at making up names). Anyway, onto the chapter…

Professor McGonagall, now Headmistress, stood up, and the Great Hall fell silent.

"No doubt you all know that our former Headmaster, Professor Dumbledore, was killed by one of his colleagues, former Potions master Severus Snape. We have found that Snape swore an Unbreakable Vow to protect one of our students from He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. After the deed was done, they both fled. Severus has yet to be caught, though the student has come back to Hogwarts after pleading innocent. Until further notice, no one will be allowed out of the castle. At all. You may go to your dorms now."

All the students got up and filed out of the room, murmuring uneasily. Above the din rose McGonagall's voice again.

"Seventh year prefects and the Head Boy and Girl, please stay a moment." The eight prefects, Hermione and Ernie Macmillan (the Head Boy) stayed put.

"I'm putting you all in one tower for the castle. It is in a remote part, so I will life the charms preventing apparation for you ten alone. If you abuse this power in any way, I will summon the Ministry of Magic, and they will escort you to Azkaban. Understand?" All ten nodded.

Then follow me." McGonagall led all of them to the other end of the castle, then gave the password "Mondeblanc" to a portrait of three children playing in a meadow. "Your rooms have been assigned randomly, and some a co-ed I expect you to be mature." She swept out of the room.

To her disappointment and despair, Hermione had to share a room with none other that Draco Malfoy. However, Draco didn't seem surprised, or angry, or anything other that perfectly neutral. What does he know that I don't? Hermione wondered as she got ready for bed. Sliding under the covers, she turned off her bedside lamp. She lay awake wondering for a while, and then slid into a deep, undisturbed sleep.

o.O.o

Draco walked into his shared room, lit only by a single lamp next to his bed. His hair was still wet from his shower. Quickly, he changed, and slipped under his covers. He turned off the lamp, and lay in the dark room, now lit by a single beam of moonlight. Do they think it's going to help by putting us together? No, don't think about it. Go to sleep now. Finally, he let sleep claim him.

The next day…

Hermione headed to her final class, Defense Against the Dark Arts. The new professor was Professor Lapings, a relatively young man of thirty-ish. Not surprisingly, she was the first one in the room. The professor glanced up from grading papers, and a look of recognition flickered across his face.

"Ah, Miss Granger, I presume?" Hermione nodded. "I know all about you."

"You mean my grades?" He shook his head. "Then what do you know?"

The professor looked surprised. "You mean you don't know? About the prophecy and your heritage…"

"No, I don't. What is it?"

Lapings looked apologetic. "Sorry. If your parents haven't told you, then I can't. It's not my right."

Hermione understood, and nodded. Nevertheless, the curiosity would not let her rest, and she couldn't concentrate throughout the entire lesson. Luckily, Professor Lapings didn't call on her. Immediately after class, she rushed to the library. He had said something about a prophecy: she would start there.

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