Loud screams echoed through the Castle. Again and again curses and counter curses flashed up and the crashing explosions shook the walls of Hogwarts. With panic in her eyes Hermione looked around herself. There was smoke everywhere and the dust of crumbling walls settled upon Hermione's sweaty skin. Looking at her, she almost seemed like one of the stone soldiers that Minerva McGonagall had brought to life. The stone soldiers were tasked to defend the castle, protect it from the onslaught of Voldemort and his men, but it had been futile. They were outnumbered, and against the Inferi neither the members of the Order nor Dumbledore's Army stood any real chance. They had been outmatched. Voldemort had gathered so many supporters, it was impossible to fight him without any support from the Ministry. And it was the Ministry that had been under the command of the Dark Lord for quite some time.

Struggling with the consequences of the war, Hermione distances herself from the rest of the Golden Trio and returns to Hogwarts as Head Girl. Surrounded by constant noise, she finds her quiet in the company of the annoying blonde-haired Head Boy. Draco Malfoy is trapped behind his occlumency walls. Having kept them up for so long during the war, he can't bring himself to take them down. The only person who manages to get behind his walls just so happens to be the bushy-haired Head Girl. As each-other's only hope, can the two get along long enough to fix their problems?

They waited another minute before Hermione's hair stopped changing and she blinked a few times before looking around. She firstly spotted Draco, and grinned. "Oh boy," Draco whispered. Hermione just continued to grin at him before she plopped down right in his lap with her arms around his neck. I own nothing but the plotline. Characters being to J.K. Rowling.

Voldemort once again has a body of flesh and blood. But at what cost? Using the blood of his greatest enemy to return had not been his best plan. Now he feels everything his enemy feels and that includes loving a Mudblood. The world of Harry Potter and the characters belong to the wonderful J.K Rowling. This fanfic is mine and I don't allow any copy or adaptation. WARNING: English isn't my native language and you could find some errors but I would be gratefully if you tell me to change them. • Best rankings 21° in #Voldermort 135° in #Riddle 197° in #Harmione 4° in #Tomione

Cuando era niño podía jurar haber oído voces en los pasadizos secretos del castillo en Escocia. En los cuadros de sus ancestros todos portaban rostros tristes y de lamento, tal vez colgarían su retrato en algún lugar lúgubre y con telarañas donde pasaría al olvido.