Chapter 1

Summary: Hermione hasn't been herself lately. She isn't the same old bookworm, and she's in the mood for a little fun, I wonder who will cause that fun? DMHG. (Very graphic in later chapters.)

Hermione Ann Granger sat by her bedside reading the latest book from the series, Wicca. (A/N: Sweep as known in America.) She knew that these stories were far from the real ways of witchcraft, but still, she enjoyed finding out what muggles thought witches were all about. Her wavy brown hair brushed past her face as she flipped the page. She had changed a lot in the past couple of months, she was sick of being the know-it-all Granger that no guy would even glance at for a second. So she had given herself a makeover. Now her clothes didn't resemble those of a girl who cared only for school, she had the latest in fashion as her parents had won the lottery while she was in her sixth year. They had transferred five out of the twelve million into wizard money and put it in Hermione's account. Her clothes weren't all that had changed, her personality was completely un-recognisable. She had changed from the shy giggly girl to a confident, sly girl who never backed out of a challenge.

Placing her bookmark at her page, she got up and walked over to the photo of her three best friends, Harry Potter, the boy who lived. Ronald Weasley, the boy who liked her. (A/N: Lol.) And Ginny Weasley, the only girl she could properly communicate with. Ginny had always been there for Hermione, cause you cant tell boys about your boy problems, you cant complain about how much your hurting when you've got your period, you can't even get a proper conversation out of a boy with out him looking on the more feminine parts of your body.

As Hermione turned to start packing, she saw a glimpse of blonde hair. She did a double take but she saw it was just her cat crookshanks. Somehow, a nervous feeling arouse in her stomach when she had seen the blonde. It wasn't like her. She had never done this before.

She shrugged the feeling off and kept on packing…

Meanwhile

Draco Luciouse Malfoy finished piling the clothes and books into his trunk and called his house elf to carry it downstairs for him. He took one last look at his child hood home, and went to the main foyer to farewell his mother. Since his father, Luciouse, had gone to prison, a whole new toll had taken on his life. He realised that blood was blood, no matter what type of family it came from. He had also made up a resolution for himself. He was going to form an allegiance with Gryffindors finest. If they would let him, of course. He wanted to get back at the man who made his life hell, and to do that he had to get back at Lord Voldemort. He doubted very much that the golden trio would want him, but they had no choice. You see, Albus Dumbledoor had sent him a letter inviting him to join the order of the phoenix. He had accepted immediately, knowing that his life was going to change dramatically.

He wondered how his best friend, Blaise Zabini, would react to all this. His friend, like himself, had sworn never to join the dark lord, but it was harder for him. His parents were both out of jail and were both still large supporters of the Dark lord.

Of course, Pansy Parkinson would still swoon over him, whether he liked it or not. Crabbe and Goyle were both now death eaters and no doubt would abandon him as the school year started.

Draco's heart gave a sudden jolt as he saw a brown tendril of hair at the opening to his room. But it was just his house elf informing him his mother was waiting. He didn't know what had gotten into him lately, brown seemed to be everywhere and it was always the colour brown of the third member of the golden trio, Hermione Granger.

He shook his head thoughtfully.

After what I put her through the past six years, I doubt she'd want to go out with me. He thought.

Wait, did I just think that? No I couldn't possibly like that mud…no Draco your not like your father. Stop thinking about it, no how bout you just stop thinking all together.

Draco sighed and walked the short distance to the foyer where his mother was looking at him lovingly.

This years gonna be weird…