"Hermione, Harry, Ron! Your letters from Hogwarts came!" yelled Mrs. Weasley from downstairs. The three of them were up in Ron's room looking over the Daily Prophet. "Let's go," said Ron angrily.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "I'll meet you down there," she said. Ron and Harry stood up and sighed.
Harry looked over her shoulder to see what Hermione was so intrigued with. She was reading the same article that they had been discussing for the last hour: Lord Voldemort at Hogwarts. "Hermione," he said resting his hand on her shoulder. "You've read that enough to have it memorized."
"Fine," said Hermione as Harry helped her up. The three of them walked downstairs together. On entering the kitchen, Mrs. Weasley gave them their letters. Hermione nervously opened hers. As she opened it, something dropped out. She looked down and picked up a badge.
"Congratulations Hermione!" said Mrs. Weasley clapping her hands together enthusiastically. Ron started rummaging through his envelope to see if he had gotten a badge as well. "Yeah, congrats," he said sort of disappointed that he hadn't gotten the Head Boy badge. Harry gave Hermione a hug.
"Thanks guys," said Hermione. "I think I'm going to head off to bed though, it's late."
"Are you sure you don't want some dessert first dear?" asked Mrs. Weasley.
"No, I'll be fine," said Hermione smiling.
"Alright then," said Mrs. Weasley patting her on her shoulder. "Sleep well."
"Thanks," said Hermione saying good-night to Harry and Ron. She walked up to Charlie's old room, she opened the door and set her letter on the table, putting the badge next to it. She grabbed the pajamas Mrs. Weasley had bought for her and slipped them on. She couldn't believe Mrs. Weasley would buy her something so nice; the pajamas were as close to muggle launderette as Hermione could tell. It was black, lacey, and fit her every curve.
Harry was right, she had changed. Before her parents death she never would've been allowed to wear something like this, not even to bed. Her parents death had taken a dramatic roll on her life. She had moved into the Weasley's house a month ago and had tried to forget what had happened to her parents, what she had seen.
"Hermione," said Harry opening up the door slowly. Hermione grabbed a robe and turned around. "Sorry, I should've knocked first."
"It's fine," said Hermione trying to smile.
"What's wrong," said Harry walking in and closing the door. He looked worried.
"It's nothing," whispered Hermione trying not to cry. She looked up at Harry and then looked at the picture of her parents on the wall.
Harry seemed to understand without Hermione even saying anything. "Hermione," he said giving her a hug. "It's fine."
"I miss them," said Hermione knowing that Harry, of all people, would understand.
"It'll get easier," said Harry holding her. She cried into his neck and tried to say something. "Don't talk, it's fine." For a couple of minutes all that was heard was Hermione's crying. Then Harry, clearing his throat, said, "Where did this come from? You were fine a couple of hours ago."
"I just found out that I'm Head Girl, and I thought," Hermione said sniffling, "My parents would love to hear this one. But because of me they can't."
"Sit down," said Harry as she began crying even more. Harry helped her sit down on the side of the bed. "It's not your fault." Harry sat down next to her.
"But I was suppose to be at home," said Hermione. "I was out with some old friends and they were hurt."
"Hermione, there's nothing you could've done to help, you didn't know what was going to happen when you were gone," said Harry lifting her head so she was looking at him.
"I want them back Harry," she whispered holding his hand.
"Me too," said Harry. "But we can't get what we want. We're just wizards, not Gods."
"I'm sure Voldemort knows how to bring someone back," said Hermione before she could stop herself. There was silence. Harry stared at her in confusion. Hermione shook her head.
"I know from experience Hermione," said Harry, "Lord Voldemort doesn't even know how to kill someone, how could he bring someone back."
"He came back," said Hermione.
"Hermione, even if Lord Voldemort told you he could bring your parents back, he won't," said Harry wondering why he was having this conversation with Hermione; the smartest witch in Hogwarts.
"I'm sorry I brought it up," said Hermione as tears fell from her eyes.
Harry slowly wiped away her tears. "It's fine," said Harry. "I felt the same way once."
"How did you get through it," said Hermione blushing from Harry's touch.
"I found someone who wanted me to be happy," said Harry as Hermione laughed. "I want you to be happy Hermione."
"I am happy," said Hermione smiling. Harry wiped her last tear away, but his hand lingered on her cheek. She slowly moved toward him. Their lips met and they kissed. Hermione broke it short, opened her eyes and looked at Harry.
"Are you sure you're happy?" he asked playing with her hair. Hermione nodded and kissed him again, this time; passionately. Hermione had known that Harry liked her, she could tell from his touch, his look of worry, and his interest in her personal life. She had felt the same way about him, and was happy she could finally act on her feelings.
She moaned as his tongue entered her mouth. His hands moved up her legs, his touch sending chills down her spine. His touch was so strong and defensive, but so loving at the same time. He moved his hands swiftly up her body, slowing around her curves. She lowered herself on the bed, making him adjust his position. He lowered his head, kissing her neck and holding her breasts. He took off her robe, looking at what she was wearing. "Nice," he said kissing her neck again.
Hermione laughed. "Mrs. Weasley probably didn't think anyone would see them but me."
"She was mistaken then wasn't she," said Harry smiling as he took off his shirt. Hermione couldn't help but blush. She never thought her and Harry would be in this position. Hermione wearing launderette, her boobs half out of her clothes and Harry, getting undressed on top of her. "Maybe we're moving too fast Harry," said Hermione as Harry started kissing her neck again. He stopped, he understood what she meant. He moved off of her and sat on the side of the bed.
"I'm sorry Hermione," said Harry as Hermione wrapped her robe around herself. "I don't know what came over me."
"It's fine Harry," said Hermione resting her hand on his shoulder. He looked at her and smiled. She leaned into him and let him wrap his arms around her. "I feel much better now. Thank you."
"You're welcome," whispered Harry kissing her on the head. "I should probably get going, Ron's probably waiting for me."
"Right," said Hermione smiling at Harry. Harry stood up and walked towards the door. He opened the door, stepped out, and turned around. He leaned against the door and frowned, "Are we still just friends then?"
"I don't let just any friends make-out with me Harry," whispered Hermione making sure they weren't overheard.
"Good," said Harry. "What will we tell Ron?"
"Nothing for now," said Hermione. "Just act like nothing happened for now. Wait till we get to school to tell him." Harry nodded his head.
"Goodnight Hermione," he said softly.
"Goodnight," she whispered as he closed the door, walking back upstairs. Hermione waited for his footsteps to die out, then she turned out the lights, and went to sleep.
"Draco," said Lucius trying to settle himself down. Draco and Lucius had been arguing for hours. The fight had turned into a massive wand battle. As Lucius looked around, he was thankful Narcissa was doing business elsewhere.
"I already told you what I want father," said Draco standing up and straightening his attire. His father's last spell had sent him straight through his mother's china.
"I don't care what you want Draco," said Lucius sneering. "The only thing I care about is what the Dark Lord wants."
"Of course," said Draco wiping his mouth. He had a severe cut from one of the knives his father had thrown at him.
"What is that suppose to mean?" Lucius inquired. Draco laughed. "You know what it means father."
Lucius threw another spell towards Draco, Draco blocked it by an inch, but missed the second one his father had sent him: he was smacked into the wall and landed on the already broken china. Lucius slowly walked towards Draco as he tried to support himself up. The china cut into his hands and he felt an immense pain immediately. He tried to stand up and fell back down again. He was in too much pain to notice his father casting the Cruciatus curse on him.
"Lucius! What are you doing!" yelled Narcissa running into the room, Bellatrix close on her heels. Draco was screaming in pain.
"I'm teaching your son a lesson," said Lucius through gritted teeth. Draco screamed even harder. He felt like his insides were about to burst, he couldn't stand the pain.
"Lucius, can't you talk to him instead of being vicious about-" started Narcissa as Lucius shot an angry look in her direction.
"He doesn't want to be a Death Eater! He doesn't want an initiation!" said Lucius furiously. Bellatrix's eyes widened in horror.
"Draco Malfoy doesn't want to be a Death Eater?" she said in horror. "The Dark Lord has so much power in this family, he has to."
"Exactly," whispered Lucius releasing the curse. Draco held his stomach and tried to speak.
"What is it darling?" asked Narcissa helping Draco up. Lucius grabbed Draco away from Narcissa and pushed him. "He can pick himself up, can't you Draco?"
"Yes father," said Draco stumbling against his father's push. "I didn't say I didn't want to be a Death Eater either. I just said that I wanted to finish my last year at Hogwarts first." Bellatrix laughed. Lucius gritted his teeth and growled angrily. Draco didn't dare look into his father's eyes.
"Look at me Draco," said Lucius challengingly. Draco sighed and looked up at his father. He was closer to him than he had anticipated. Draco took a step back and looked down again. "Look at me when I talk to you Draco." Draco looked up again. "You will be initiated when the Dark Lord calls upon you. Is that understood?" Draco didn't say anything. "If you wait till the end of your school year Potter will be stronger, the Dark Lord wants him dead as soon as possible Draco. Am I understood?" Once again, Draco said nothing. Lucius hit him across the face. Narcissa screamed in protest and Bellatrix hurriedly grabbed her before she could try to help Draco.
"I said," said Lucius shouting every word clearly and accented. "Do you understand me?"
"Yes father," whispered Draco. Lucius put up a hand to his ear and said, "I can't hear you." Draco bit his lip. "I said yes father."
"You will obey the Dark Lord and myself. If I tell you to do something you will obey. Is that understood?" asked Lucius.
"Yes father," said Draco looking at the ground.
"Look me in the eyes and say it," said Lucius angrily. Draco slowly looked up at his father and noticed how tired he really was. If Draco still had his wand, he was sure that one more hit from his wand would permanently hurt his father. But he wasn't fortunate enough to still have his wand on him, somewhere along the way it had been flicked out of reach. "I understand father," he said peering into his father's cold, grey eyes. His father turned on his heels with a nod and walked out of the room yelling, "Clean up the mess you made!"
Bellatrix followed his father and Draco was left alone with his mother. He looked down at himself and noticed that he was drenched in his own blood. "I'm sorry for the mess mum," said Draco limping towards the stairs.
"It's alright Draco," she whispered trying not to show that she was crying. "I'll clean this up. You need to go clean yourself up. I'll be right up to heal those wounds."
"It's no use," said Draco trying not to grab the staircase railing with his bloody hands as he walked up the stairs. "Father made sure the scars would stay with one of the Dark Lord's special spells."
"Draco," said Narcissa. "Your wand." She tossed his wand to him. He grimaced as he caught it. "Thanks mum," he said.
Once he had entered his room he flicked his wand to start the bath. He didn't have the time to take a soothing bath, but he needed hot water for his hands. They would take forever to mend. "Does Master need anything sir?" asked a squeaky house-elf.
"I need some bandages Glinch," said Draco putting his hands in the bath. He groaned in pain. His father had such a temper.
"Right away Master," said Glinch frantically running off. He came back just as Draco took out his hands. He couldn't stand the heat anymore. Glinch wrapped his hands in the bandages neatly and painlessly.
"Thank you Glinch," said Draco as Glinch finished. "I need some new robes now." Glinch was off again. When he returned the next time, Draco was soaking in the bath, which looked red from all the blood. Glinch set the robes down on the chair next to the counter, grabbed the dirty ones, and was off again.
"Master," whispered Glinch making Draco jump. "I'm sorry to bother you sir, but you fell asleep in the bath sir, and you have been asked to come downstairs."
"That's fine Glinch," said Draco draining the water out of the bath as he hurriedly stood up and got dressed. He took a quick glance as himself in the mirror, started walking away, and took a double take. His face was mutilated from the fight: his eye was swollen and purple, his lip was cut in several places, and he had scratches all over his face. "Thank God you can't see my whole body," he whispered as he hurriedly walked out of the bathroom not wanting to look at himself again.
As he walked downstairs he heard Lucius say something and slam a door. Draco slowed down his pace, he didn't want to run into his father quite yet. "You're letter from Hogwarts arrived this morning," said Narcissa as he entered the dining room. Draco thanked his mother and took the letter. A badge fell out of it onto the table. Draco didn't even need to look at it, he already knew what it was. Narcissa had a smirk on her face. "Are you serious? How?" asked Draco as she smiled. She shrugged.
"Congratulations son," she said hugging him softly, she knew how bad the injuries were.
"Thanks mum," said Draco sitting down to eat dinner.
"Well, now all that's left is some last minute shopping," said his mum.
"Yeah," said Draco. But he wasn't thinking about shopping as he ate his steak. He was wondering which girl had gotten the Head Girl's badge. A smirk came to his face when he thought of who Dumbledore probably picked: Miss Perfect Mudblood Hermione Granger.
Author's Note: Hey guys! What do you think of the first chapter? It took forever to write, but I think the storyline is going to be good! Please review!