A new Beginning (Chapter 1)

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(AUTHORS NOTE)

This is fan fiction,so it is fake. I do not own these charterers, lovely author J.K. Rowling does. I'll update one chapter and see if people likes it.Please vote!This is my first book,so don't expect it to be the best.

The war has ended and Hogwarts was rebuilt. The train ride was rather wet because rain slashed on the window,making them foggy and blurry. The sound of rain pleased a hazel-haired color girl holding a book,reading by herself. Drip,drop,drip,drop.

After half an hour,the train stopped.The compartment doors slide open as students spilled out,eager to get in the warm,toasty,Hogwarts Great Hall.

(Hermione)

Harry,Ron,Ginny,and I scrambled into the Great Hall,but waved at our old chum,no other than Rebus Hagrid. In our seats at our house table,Griffindor,we heard the announcements.

"Welcome students,old and new! Welcome to a new and wonderful year! I have a few strict rules for the whole school. Do not ask questions about the war,do not go to the Forbidden Forest,breakfast is at 7:00 a.m,dinner is at 5:00,5th years and up,must be in bed by 9:00 p.m,5th years and below, must be in bed by 8:00 p.m. Our prefects this year are Hermione Granger from Griffindor and Draco Malfoy,"Professor Mcgonagoll announced. Everyone clapped and cheered.

"Let the feast begin!"Mcgonagoll called,clapping her hands. After dinner,the professor gave each of us the password to our dorm,"unity".We both walked down the hall. Suddenly,tears filled my eyes.

 (FLASHBACK)

The blade glowed green. The one and only Bellatrix Lestrange wrestled me onto the cold marble floor. The knife sunk into my arm,blood dripping down on the cold marble floor at the basement in Malfoy Manor.I gazed into Draco's eyes to help me,pleading with all my might. But no. He did not do a thing. He just stood there, gazing into outer space, not knowing a thing that is happening right in front of his eyes.(FLASHBACK ENDS)

I sobbed in my hands,crouching low,tears drizzling down on the scar. I needed a hug. And without thinking of it,I hugged the body right next to me. The body hugged me back. It was warm and smooth,but soothing at the same time.

(Draco)

Her head dug into my chest. She was warm and reminded me of my mother,who would secretly walk into my room every night and give me a hug because my father said hugs are for weak people,but now,at this very moment,I am cuddling the hope of my dreams,Granger. She felt just like my mother.Then I whispered,

"We should go to the dorm and do this,the hall is a little cold,don't you think?"I asked, helping her up. She took my hand.My hand never felt this way.It was warm and smooth. I handed her a handkerchief,and she wiped those tears away.I heard a soft "Thank you" before we walked back to our dorm,hand in hand.But what they didn't know was that a bug was right next to them...

(Rita Skeeter)

 Pop!I was back to human.I put my quill and parchment in my alligator hand bag and trotted away,making sure no one saw me.I went into my room, turned on my desk lamp,and began to write Hogwarts newspaper. I finished and put it on my desk.Then I went to the cupboard."Pansy dear, I would like you to write extra dirty things in the newspaper,chop chop!You know what to do." A girl with long black hair and narrow black eyes walked out of the cupboard. She was slender and stiff. Somehow,she had a graceful way of walking out of the cupboard.She plopped her rear end on the chair started writing. I yawned and went to bed,calling that a night.

(At the Prefect's Dorm,Draco)

I said the password and Hermione and I walked in. Hermione's tears paused as she looked around,but it didn't impress me much. It was sort of like Malfoy Manor. I went to my room to go and change and Hermione decided to write in her diary. I was in a T-shirt and some comfortable shorts. I decided to read a book. It was rather interesting. As I explored the world of books,I heard the door open. I snapped back to earth,and saw Hermione walking out. She was in a short skirt and socks with a long sleeved shirt.

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