Chapter 1:
Hermione's POV
For the last time in my life I walked through Platform 9 ¾. I was scared, yet excited. For once, I didn't have to worry about Voldemort or Harry or Ron. Voldemort is dead and Harry and Ron are working as aurors at the Ministry to catch the rest of the Death Eaters that had escaped capture. But I board the red train and walk down the corridor and see people from all spectrum's, nervous 1st years, and excited 2nd years, and down-trodden 7th years and everyone in between. I set my bag down in the compartment where Ginny, Luna, and Neville are sitting. They all say their hello's, and how are you's. I tell them that I got the head girl position, and they aren't surprised. But, to be honest, neither am I. I tell them I have to go wait in the head compartments for the prefects and the other head. I grab my iPod and walk down to the compartment. No one is there, I check the time and I am here 10 minutes early. So I listen to some music, I like Indie, Alternative, and Pop. The first song that comes up is Rill Rill by Sleigh Bells. I lie down on the red velvet couches placed around the room. I tap my foot and mouth the words, something I love to do. That is something I love about music, you can do what ever you want and when people ask what are you doing you say I am just listening to music, and they understand you.
Draco's POV
I say goodbye to Mother and board the red train. I am nervous to come back again. Who wouldn't be? My father was Voldemort's right hand man, I was an arse to everyone that wasn't pureblood, and even then I was still an arse. The only other Slytherins I know that came back were Blaise and Pansy. I search rapidly for them, for not wanting to be caught by an older Gryffindor. I find them, gratefully. I set my stuff down and talk to them for awhile because I still have 10 minutes before I need to go to the meet for prefects and heads. I still can't believe I got the Head Position. I wonder who got the Head Girl. I excuse myself from Blaise and Pansy and start heading towards the Head compartment. When I get there, I see this girl that looks familiar to me, laying down on one of the couches listening to an iPod. Good thing I spent a summer in Muggle London, or else I would have no idea what that is. Being sure not to disturb her, I look at her, and she looks about 5'7or 5'8. She has olive skin and smooth brown hair. 'She has a nice body.' I think to myself. The young girl sits up and turns around, obviously frightened by my presence. But before she says anything I sputter out, "Granger?"