A Classic Love Story

Chapter One- Summer's End

Tap, tap. Tap, tap.

"Mmmm..." The girl yawned as she rolled over in her bed, just waking up on the beautiful Sunday morning in late August.

Tap, tap.

She sighed with exasperation as she shuffled out of bed, but a bright smile lit up her face as she realized what was making the noise. She galloped to the window to let in the large, gray owl with two small letters attached to its talon.

The girl grinned as she read the bright green, finely engraved lettering on the envelope of the first letter:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

To Miss Hermione Granger

The East Bedroom of the Second Floor

4023 Weston Avenue

Devon County, England

"Finally!" Hermione shouted for joy.

She quickly untied the letter from Roarke the owl, hurriedly patted his head and shooed the orange tabby cat Crookshanks away from stalking him. Roarke turned in his heel with an indignant "Hoo!" because Hermione had not even given him a morsel to eat.

But Hermione was much too preoccupied to worry about an owl. The letter had come! Finally Hermione would find out if she or Lavender Brown had made Head Girl in their seventh year. Hermione figured she would win because of her better grades, but Lavender wasn't exactly a bad student either. Plus, Lavender was very popular with the rest of the students.

"Oh please, oh please, oh please." Hermione's fingers trembled as she tore open the envelope and quickly unfolded the letter:

Miss Hermione Granger,

It is our pleasure here at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to inform you that you have been selected by a panel of teachers and staff to be this year's Head Girl for Hogwarts. You will not be staying in the Gryffindor living quarters but the Head Girl and Head Boy living quarters, located on the second floor west wing. Congratulations, Hermione!

-Head of Selection Committee of Hogwarts

Professor McGonagall

"YES!" Hermione shouted, and ran down the stairs to her parents, who were eating breakfast.

"Mum, Dad! They've made me Head Girl! I'm Head Girl of Hogwarts this year!"

Hermione's parents, being Muggle dentists, didn't know exactly what Hermione was talking about and therefore didn't realize just what an honor this was. However, Hermione acted as if it were very important, so it must have been so.

"That's wonderful, honey! Congratulations!" Mr. Granger hugged his daughter as Mrs. Granger kissed her on the cheek.

"I'm going to get my things into the car; we need to leave right away for King's Cross Station! I can't wait to tell Ron and Harry!" Hermione ran up the stairs to gather her already-packed suitcases.

Meanwhile, Roarke had flown quite a distance in a short time to deliver the other letter. Roarke exhaustedly flew to the north bedroom of the fourth floor at the Malfoy Manor, and tapped on the window impatiently.

The handsome boy inside rolled over in his black satin sheets to see what was making the noise. He glided out of bed to the window, not a smile on his face or an excited shout on his lips. Without even letting Roarke in, he quickly untied the letter and shoved Roarke away.

"Go on, get out of here!" Roarke slowly flew away, rejected once again.

The boy read the fancy green lettering on the envelope:

To Mr. Draco Malfoy

The North Bedroom of the Fourth Floor

9382 Smithson Avenue

Hampshire County, England

"Of course, it was a given." Draco sighed as he slowly opened the letter:

Mr. Draco Malfoy,

It is our pleasure here at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to inform you that you have been selected by a panel of teachers and staff to be this year's Head Boy for Hogwarts. You will not be staying in the Slytherin living quarters but the Head Girl and Head Boy living quarters, located on the second floor west wing. Congratulations, Draco!

-Head of Selection Committee of Hogwarts

Professor McGonagall

"I wonder how much Father paid this time," Draco thought, as he began to get dressed.

After eating breakfast alone at the huge table in the bare dining room, Draco called a house elf named Wendell to bring his bags down to the living room.

"I will be departing for King's Cross Station by Floo powder. Go get my bags,"

Draco commanded. The house elf was expected to obey any of his master's commands. However, this particular house elf had a friend with crazy notions named Dobby, and although Wendell was still very, very timid, he was learning a few things from Dobby.

"Sir, may I say that Floo powder may not be the best choice in travel, because--"

"You dare contradict me? Go!" Draco kicked Wendell out into the hall. "I will have you beaten for this, you hear me! Get my bags, get them now!"

Draco could only hear snippets of "Yes sir, of course sir, sorry sir..." traveling down the hall as Wendell tried to bow and run away at the same time.

Draco was not surprised to see a different house elf futilely trying to shove four huge suitcases and a large trunk down the hall a while later.

"Give me those, you stupid idiot. You lot aren't good for anything. I'll have you all fired." With that, Draco pulled his things into the large fireplace with him, tossed his Floo powder and yelled "King's Cross Station!" As he was spinning about, he sighed. His father had not even said goodbye, much less come down to breakfast on his son's last day at home. "I don't care," thought Draco. "I don't care."