Chapter 1:

Respected Draco Lucius Malfoy,

You may be aware that Hogwarts will be celebrating 1025 years on the third of August which is merely a week away. Apologizing for the short notice, we would like to invite you to celebrate this joyous event which will be held at the Great Hall at seven in the evening. This event will be a great opportunity to meet old friends and teachers and also to make new friends. Please note that this event in particular is a formal event and you are expected to wear formal dress robes and as per the ladies, they can either come in dress robes or in an appropriate formal dress. Also note that you may only bring guests associated with Hogwarts: School of witchcraft and wizardry.

Thank you for your patience and we hope we have the honour to see you present in the event.

Sincerely,

The ex- student committee

Draco gawked at the parchment in his hand and let out a shred of laughter. Did they, the so called "ex- student committee", really think Draco Malfoy of all people in the world would want to step foot on Hogwarts again? Bad memories flooded his mind as he studied the parchment in his hand again and let out another fragment of laughter.

"This is absolutely preposterous!" he exclaimed as if somebody was actually listening to him. He took the well written letter and he scrunched it up until it was just a tiny little ball or paper and he threw it into the fireplace. The moment he threw the letter into the fireplace, the flames turned green and instead of watching an invitation burn Draco watched as out of the fireplace walked Blaise Zabini, Draco's best friend.

"Jesus Zabini, next time at least let me know before you walk into my house uninvited." Draco announced fiddling with the buttons on his very expensive shirt.

Blaise winked at Draco and started to retort, "I am your best friend after all, Malfoy," he began, "friends think alike."

Draco rolled his eyes and proceeded to sit down on his sofa. Every footstep he took echoed in the dark but silent room until he was comfortably sitting on his sofa. The sofa was at least worth a thousand galleons, more than many witches, wizard or even muggles could afford. The material was silky and soft while the colour of the sofa was plain and black.

"State your business Zabini." Draco spoke as he looked at Blaise who was currently occupied due to his fascination with Draco's collection of wizard cards placed upon his desk. He looked at Blaise as his expression went from confusion to determination.

Blaise observed the room he was in. "So now I have to have a reason to come and visit? Is there something bothering you which I don't know about?" His eyes were now completely focused on Draco.

Draco completely ignored Blaise's concert as he spoke again. "The door is that way," he gestured towards a large and majestic door while positioning himself comfortably on his sofa.

"What's the rush, Malfoy?" Blaise voiced advancing towards the door, "In fact, I did have a reason for visit but I don't think that you're interested in it so, I guess I'll just show myself out."

"No need to be so dramatic Blaise, speak!" Draco spoke rolling his eyes at his best friend.

Blaise laughed at how naïve Draco was and began to state his point. "You must have heard from the so called "ex- student committee" from Hogwarts about the re-union right?"

Draco couldn't believe that his best friend was here for that but, he decided that he would wait for Blaise to come to his point so he remained calm and said, "Yes."

"I have decided that I am going to go for old times' sake and I wanted to ask if you wanted to accompany me." He stated.

If Draco had a glass of water he was sure that he would have spit it out. "You mean like a date?" Draco spoke with his eyes wide open and noticing every little movement Blaise made.

Blaise understood what his best friend was implying and shuddered at the thought. "No! I mean would you like to come with me, as friends. I do not want you to be my date," Blaise replied emphasising on the 'do not'.

Draco relaxed at the statement, "Why would you step foot in that place by choice?" he spoke as though he felt disgusted by the act.

"I don't think you're getting the point," Blaise explained, "It means that you'll get to see Pansy, Astoria, Crabbe, Goyle and the others. Have you seen them even once in the past five years?"

"No," Draco stated instantly.

"Besides, do you have anything better to do that particular evening?"

"Well, No," Draco stated instantly, again.

Blaise gave Draco what looked like a smile and he started marching towards the door. He stopped at the entrance to look a Draco again, "See you there then," and then he was gone.

Draco looked humoured at his best friend as he advanced to his closet to pick out a dress robe he would wear on the day of the event. Maybe this would be fun?

A week later

"Bloody Hell Hermione, What in the name of Merlin is going on?" Ron spoke trying to make way to his girlfriend without stepping on any of the dresses which were scattered on the floor. Her room was a mess, there were about fifty dresses scatted on the floor and Hermione looked extremely worked up. There wasn't one spot which was 'clean' in the room.

"Ronald! There you are, I have absolutely nothing to wear tonight," she stated.

Ron purposely looked around and then he looked at his girlfriend. "Hermione are you crazy? You're acting like Ginny before she goes on a date with Harry!" Ron bent down and grabbed the first piece of clothing he touched and gave it to Hermione. "Here, wear this."

She examined what Ron gave her and then she rolled her eyes at how absent minded Ron was. "Ron, this is not even a dress, it's my underwear!"

Ron flushed and then began walking towards the door. "Better be ready in an hour or I'm not taking you. Hermione Granger, an hour, you take one minute more than that and I will leave without you!"

"Thanks for the help!" Hermione yelled so that Ron could hear the sarcasm in her voice.

She smiled to herself. She was really looking forward to this. She couldn't wait to see all her friends and teachers. She couldn't wait to step foot into the newly built walls of Hogwarts, where she met all her friends, best friends and even boyfriend. She skipped to her closet and started examining her dresses one by one until she laid eyes on a golden dress. The moment she laid eyes on it, she knew that it was the one. The dress was short but appropriate. It had a black belt which made it look sophisticated and the best part about the dress was that it was her mother's and it finally fit her.

She grabbed the dress possessively and shut her room door. She heard Ron's voice stating, "Finally!" and she giggled. By the time she opened her room door she looked absolutely stunning. Her hair was up in a bun with a few lose strands around her face. She had a tad bit makeup on. Her shoes made her look taller but they matched perfectly well with her dress. For once, Hermione looked proud of how she looked. She knew that there would be other girls who looked way better than she did but on the bright side, she looked great.

She walked down the staircase to see Ron standing and glaring at his watch. "Three, two, one and the time's up." He looked up to see Hermione already standing there looking perfect and completely ready to go. He gulped and stared at her until she was next to him. "You um look um good," he managed to say.

"Off we go." Hermione said enthusiastically as she pecked his cheek and they were off to Hogwarts.

The Great Hall looked astounding. In fact, that was an under-statement. The host had done a striking job. There were banners which said, "1025 years" everywhere and the enchanted ceiling looked, well, enchanted. The tables were the same as they had been in the Yule Ball, they were round and draped with white silky cloth and the chairs looked like they were made of glass. The walls were enchanted to look silverish-blue and the flowers placed around the great hall were breath-taking. The food was more than tempting and the music was very classy. For once, there was no distinction between all four houses and the dance floor looked extremely inviting. With one look around the great hall, one could tell that everyone was glad to be back to the place where the magic began.

Draco walked into the Great Hall wearing one of the most expensive dress robes anyone would have ever laid eyes on. He admitted to himself that he did not exactly regret coming to the great hall, he actually sort of missed it and he was genuinely looking forward to meeting the people he knew.

"I see that you made it. You know, with your extremely packed schedule," said Blaise, sarcasm dripping in every word he said as he blocked his friend's view.

"Very funny, Zabini," Draco stated boldly, trying to inhale every single site of his old school.

"So, do you like what you see?" said Blaise raising an eyebrow at his best friend.

"No, and do you know why? Because you're blocking the wonderful view I could have if you weren't standing in front of me as if you were about to kiss me!"

"Oh jeez, I didn't know that you thought I was that bad to look at. All that work for nothing," Blaise said moving away and smiling at the crowd in front of him.

"Zabini, For once, please shut up." Draco exclaimed smiling at the man he called his best friend. After a long time in his life, Draco had a smile upon his pale face.

"Well, if you ask so nicely," Blaise walked away, beaming. He felt sad for Draco. The only company he had had was him.

Draco looked around and sighed. The crowd was noisy but before he could proceed to explore, he was pushed into a girl by his best friend.

"Ouch! Watch where you're going!" exclaimed Hermione.

Draco was down on his knees and he swore so hard that almost everybody but Ron turned to look at him. "Eh, Sorry, I was pushed by Blaise," Draco stammered as he got up to stare at who he owed this conversation. It almost looked like he was proposing.

"Malfoy!" yelled Hermione.

"Granger?" Laughed Draco so hard, he almost fell again. Zabini pushed him into Granger? The thought was humorous. "This is a complete misunderstanding. I have clearly got no interest in people like you. Farewell." Draco walked away from her.

He had to admit, she didn't look half as bad as she had at Hogwarts. She had managed to do something to that bushy thing she used to call hair but no way in hell way Draco attracted to her, he said to himself.

Hermione was bewildered. 'That was unexpected' she thought but she knew better than to think about the arrogant sod at a time like this so, she went back to socializing.

Almost instantly slow music began to play and the couples started advancing towards the dance floor. Draco looked at the couples and then he walked towards his "so called" best friend. He laughed at the thought of dancing with Blaise but he has to keep a serious face.

"What are you playing at Zabini?" said Draco coldly to his best friend.

"I was just thinking of getting you a date, for once."

"A date with Hermione Granger, of all the people present here? Are you mental?" Draco retorted.

"Oh, I didn't know it was her. She looked good so, I pushed you."

Draco didn't exactly have time to listen to Blaise defending himself because that was when the headmaster of Hogwarts chose to speak.

"It's so very nice to see all these familiar faces again. I don't know if all of you remember me but let me introduce myself again, I'm Minerva McGonagall. I won't take much of your precious time but I'd like to make a toast."

Everybody in the great hall stood up with one hand, consisting of a glass, raised for the toast.

"This toast is for Hogwarts. Congratulations students, we're celebrating 1025 years of magic."

"1025 years of magic," everybody repeated before they started hooting and taking sips from their glasses.

The Great Hall was brighter than ever. It was so full of life and laughter that even the saddest person alive would have a smile plastered on their face if they walked in. Today was a good day, In fact, it was a great day but little did the people know about what they were in for.

"Sonorous," said Harry, as he stood up with on hang upon his wand and the other in his pocket.

"Harry, what are you doing?" spoke a very concerned Ginny.

"I'd like to have everybody's attention please." Harry's voice was loud as it echoed in the Great Hall.

The great hall fell silent and all eyes fell upon Harry Potter, the boy who lived, twice.

"Ginny Weasley, I love how you're not like most of the girls around and I love when you hit me for running away from the food you make. (Ginny flushed at that) I love how you freak out and I love how you make me feel when I'm around you." Neville hooted at that. "I guess what I'm trying to say is that I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you." Harry kneeled down with a red velvet box in his hand, "Ginny Weasley, would you like to marry me?"

Ginny was astounded that she was going to get married tonight, like this. She never imagined Harry proposing to her in front of so many people so, she freaked out. Tears started to fall from her eyes as she noticed every single eye in the great hall on her, waiting for an answer. Silence still undertaking laughter.

An answer was just about to come when she heard it. In fact, they all heard. It was a scream, more so a yell. It was a call for help. The voice belonged to a girl as she sobbed and cried for help. Her voice was loud and clear and panic was ridden upon it. The voice sounded shocked, but more scared.

"That sounds like Astoria," everybody heard Blaise say before they all started running to identify the source of the yell.