𝓢𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓼

ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟠: ℍ𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕖'𝕤 𝕊𝕒𝕤𝕤!

A/N: HI! Can you guys give me some ideas for what you want to happen in the book, I'm running out of ideas for small parts, I have a big part planed but that's towards the end and I want to make this book as long as I can. But anyway on with the story!! This has been re-written!

Hermione's P.O.V:

I sit up, covered in my own sweat from the nightmares. These were getting out of hand, I was having one every night. The only exception was that night when I found out I was a Zabini, I had a peaceful sleep that night. I sigh and get up.

I go through my morning routine and get dressed. I put on a black denim skirt with frayed edges with a black tank top and a denim jacket. I threw my hair into a ponytail, my hair was just wavy now and not as curly, I had managed to tame it a whole lot more after the war.

I head out and see Malfoy walking out of his room as well. He was dressed in a dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and dress pants, like usual, though I don't think that the wizarding world has jeans or pants or normal shirts... just robes... His hair wasn't gelled, it was natural, the way I like it. I mean-... The way I liked it. Malfoy and I had to walk together but thankfully he stayed behind me so I entered the Great Hall first and he was behind me.

I find my friends and sit down with them. "Oow as gast aight, rith Alfoy?" Ron asks his mouth stuffed to the brim with chicken, I make a disgusted face at him. "Ron. Chew first. Talk later." I say looking away and putting food onto my plate. "I said 'How was last night, with Malfoy?'" Ron says. I shrug. "Fine I guess, we just looked around and went to bed." I say.

"That's odd." Ron replies. "I don't know... He has changed a bit. He's acting differently." Harry says, at that all four of us look over to the Slytherin table, Blaise is laughing while Daphne Greegrass hits his shoulder, Parkinson is rolling her eyes at Blaise and Malfoy is smiling. I shrug. "You're right, Harry." Ginny says. "I know I am." He replies, smirking.

"I still don't trust him." Ron says. "You shouldn't either." he turns to me. "I don't." I replied. Ginny gives me a look that says 'why?' "Anyways, what are you wearing Hermione?" Ginny asks, looking me up and down, that's when I notice that everyone else is wearing robes, I sigh and tell Ginny that this is normal muggle fashion.

After we all finished eating we made our way to our first class which was DADA with Professor Lupin. I was excited because he was one of our best teachers and it was nice having him back here. He was like another father figure for Harry and it was nice that Harry had him.

We were all waiting outside, Gryffindors on one side and Slytherins on one. I was standing towards a more middle-ish of this when Millicent Bulstrode strolled in bumping into me mumbling something that sounded a lot like 'mudblood'. She rolled her eyes as she pushed past me. That word didn't bother me much anymore, not just because I wasn't a muggleborn but because I didn't care, that didn't mean I was going to let her get away with that.

"Yeah keep rolling your eyes, maybe you'll find a brain back there, oh, wait, you don't have one." I say casually and everyone, Slytherin and Gryffindor, stares at me eyes wide. I see Malfoy from the corner of my eyes stifling a laugh with his hand.

"What did you say?" Bulstrode asks. "You heard me. Or are you missing your ears along with your brain?" I ask as if we were having a normal conversation. Everyone was laughing now, even the Slytherins. "Why, you filthy little mudblood!!" She shrieks. "Stupefy!" She screams, bringing out her wand. I wasn't expecting it but my reflexes were good and the war had made them better so I was able to dodge it pretty easily. The spell goes past me and hits a big, black dog.

Everyone stares in shock, the dog gets up and shakes his head and growls at Bulstrode. That dog was so familiar and I know Harry, Ron and Ginny figured it out as well, but it's not possible.

"IT'S THE GRIM!!!!" Pravati and Lavender screech.

A/N: CLIFFHANGER!!!!!! Sorry, now I know why authors do it.

-Phoenix