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Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry about this delay. Heh. It always appears I'm apologizing for these darn delays, huh? Oh, well. I'm truely am sorry. But it was the end of the year and I had nationals and the regular compititions. Not to mention I had to deal with the stupid teacher who wanted to give me a B. God damn woman. But anyways, it's summer time and there will be at least four chapters written this summer. I can't promise they'll be up, with the validation and stuff, but they will definately be written. Plus I have my other story, which you might want to check out if you like this one. Incensed Pleasure. Though it is rated Mature. Not that we've gotten to that part yet. =]

Draco makes his way into this story for all of those who have been awaiting his arrival. Though it might not go as you had planned. ; ]

"And make sure to pick a cart with people who look appealing. You’ll be with them the whole ride to Hogwarts, and it can seem like a very long ride amongst the wrong people," Molly advised, letting Ana go from her grasp.

Ana nodded before grabbing her luggage and moving onto the train.

"Thanks again for letting us stay with you," Hermione said, pulling Molly into a hug, "It really meant a lot to me."

"Don’t worry about it, dear. You’re like family."

"Even after all of these years?"

"Yes, even after all of these years."

Hermione nodded, her composure strong and confidant, even though inside of her she was breaking down. Harry and Ginny had announced their engagement the night before at dinner, Hermione’s heart breaking all the while. Ana had held her mother’s hand through the ordeal, and had been ignoring Harry ever since Hermione had informed her of what happened.

Hermione didn’t want there to be bad air between them, but it was Ana’s choice, and she had chosen that path.

She waved goodbye to Molly one more time, and got onto the train.

"Can I sit here?"

Ana looked up to find a tall, broad boy standing in the cart’s doorway. He had floppy black hair and piercing blue eyes. He wore a worn leather jacket with a band t-shirt underneath and faded jeans. His whole attitude reeked of ’I Simply Don’t Care.’

"Oh, um, yes," she said, moving her books from the seat opposite her, "I was just reading."

"I see that," he said, sitting down in the seat she had now made available, "Don’t stop on my account."

Ana smiled, "I’m Diana. Ana, really. It’s what everyone calls me."

He shook her hand, "Diana? That sounds like such a Barbie name."

She grinned, "I know. I was born on the full moon though, and she was the Roman goddess of the moon and all. My mother thought it was a good idea," she paused, "Wait, how do you know about

"Muggle Studies class," he said, as if it was so obvious.

"Oh," she said simply, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"Well, I’m Kyle."

"Nice to meet you, Kyle. Are you a sixth year?"

"No, seventh. I take it you’re a sixth year," she nodded, "What house?"

"Oh, I don’t know yet. This’ll be my first year here."

"You must be that exchange student I’ve been hearing about."

"You’ve heard about me?"

"Heard about you, read about you. All relative really. The newspapers have been going crazy over the first transfer student to Hogwarts," he said, waving his hands in his head to emphasize the craziness.

Ana giggled, "So what house are you in?"

"Slytherin. It’s a family thing."

"Oh," Ana said, slightly disappointed.

From what her mother had told her, Slytherin was not a nice house at all. Ninety nine percent of them were pureblood and most of them had supported Voldemort.

"I take it you haven’t heard very good things about us Slytherins?"

Ana shook her head.

"Don’t listen to that. It’s all reputation. Us Slytherins have the potential to be decent individuals."

"And do you use that potential?" she asked, closing her book and placing it on side of her.

"When it suits me," he answered, a smirk playing along his lips.

Ana nodded, sitting back in her seat, a smirk of her own gracing her face.

Hermione sighed, scratching her head.

She hoped Ana was doing nicely and had found a good group of people to sit with. She knew how much the first train trip meant towards your reputation at Hogwarts.

She smiled, fondly remembering her first train trip to Hogwarts.

"Granger?" asked a voice. A horribly familiar voice.

She turned to see Draco Malfoy in the entrance of her cart, his infamous smirk plastered on his face.

"M-Malfoy?" she sputtered, "What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing. I thought you had died or something," he said, closing the cart door and sitting down next to her.

"I’m the new potions professor. My daughter wrote to Dumbledore asking to transfer here for the Auror class, he approved, and offered me a job. You?"

"Your daughter?" he asked, shocked.

"Yes, my daughter. Is it so hard to believe that I have a daughter?"

"Not really, I just thought I would have heard if you had had a daughter. How old is she? Eleven, twelve?"

"Sixteen," she replied, enjoying the look of shock that passed on his face as he realized what that meant.

"So that’s why you left? You were pregnant?"

Hermione nodded, "Yes. We’ve been living in America."

"America? Wow?"

Hermione nodded, "So what have you been doing?"

She listened to Draco talk about how he had changed sides during the war, how after it was over he went back to Hogwarts to become the History of Magic teacher, and how he loved every minute of it. It suddenly hit Hermione that they were actually engaging in a conversation without all their childish hostility.

"That’s so great," said Hermoine when he had finished talking, "And it’s so wonderful that we can have an actual conversation, even after all of these years."

"Yes, with the way things were between us and all, but believe it or not, I’ve changed a lot these past few years."

"Haven’t we all?" she asked, giggling slightly.

He chuckled, "Yes, I suppose that’s right," he sat forward in his seat, readying himself to ask the next question, "So, the father?"

"What about him?" she asked, slightly uncomfortable.

"Are you married? Is he even around?"

Hermione sighed, happy to get away from the father’s identity, "No, we’re not married. He is around, though... somewhere. Never quite where me or Ana need him."

"And Ana’s your daughter?"

"Yes. Diana, really, but everyone calls her Ana."

"And Ana’s father would be?"

Hermione attempted a smile, failing miserably, "Um, well, I might as well tell you right? I mean, you’ll find out eventually, and really it’s not like I should protect him. He’s done nothing to earn my protecting anyway. He’s just so- I don’t know- Harry! And he’ll always be my best friend no matter what he’s done. And it’s hard to just-"

"Wait, wait, wait," said Draco, placing a finger over her lips, "Did you just say Harry? As in Harry Potter?" she nodded, "Is Harry the father?"

Hermione looked down at her hands in her lap, "Yes."

"But- But he never said anything."

"Oh, please, Draco. Harry is the wizarding world’s Savior. He was getting such good press, and with the war about to start, he didn’t want people doubting him because of some illegitimate love child."

"That’s just so... wrong. Something my old self would have done. Maybe the hat wasn’t too far off when he considered Slytherin, eh?" asked Draco, chuckling slightly.

Hermione, astonished at him finding humor in the situation, scoffed and turned away from him.

The nerve of him! Had he any idea how much pain the whole ordeal had caused her? And he just sat there cracking jokes.

"Hermione? Come on, Hermione. I’m sorry," he said, tucking a strand of loose hair behind her ear, "I’m not very good with the whole emotional thing. Being humorous makes it easier for me."

Hermione scoffed again, pushing his hand away from her, "How wonderful for you. To just make jokes and the whole thing become easier for you. I’m sorry, but I don’t have that luxury."

And with that she stood up and walked out of the cart.

Ana smoothed out her school robes, looking down into the little faces of the first years who surrounded her.

The train ride had been smooth, and- dare she say it- she may have found a friend in Kyle... whatever his last name was. She smiled slightly, thinking about how he might introduce her to some of his friends if she got into Slytherin.

She stopped smiling instantly.

If her mother could hear her. Fantasizing about becoming a Slytherin. It was bad enough she had put her mother through all of those other problems.

"You are one freakishly tall eleven year old," said a squeaky voice from beside her.

She turned to find a short, red headed boy, whose face was covered in freckles. And what appeared to be the remains of a chocolate frog.

"No, I’m the exchange student," she said, shaking his hand.

He looked at her hand curiously before turning back to her, "Well, at least you’re pretty. It would suck to come here and be ugly. Then you’d have no shot of making friends. But hey, if we get in the same house, maybe we could hang out!"

Ana smiled weakly, "Y-you think it’ll be hard to make friends?" she asked.

"Probably. These kids have been friends since they were eleven."

Ana nodded her head then managed to shift to the other side of the first years.

Stupid eleven year old. What did he know?

"Maybe we could hang out!" she mimicked, nastily.

Hang out her arse. He’d be lucky if she didn’t hex him into oblivion. Stupid, prepubescent-

"Alright, look alive," said a woman Ana deduced was McGonagall, "We will be making our way to the Great Hall shortly. You will be quiet and polite during the sorting. Follow me," she said, opening the double doors behind her and beckoning to the first years.

And Ana, of course.

Hermione sat at the professors table, next to Ron, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, since Harry had his Auror class, and Neville, the Herbalogy professor. She had politely carried on a conversation with Neville without the mention of Ana, but since then had begun to talk to Ron.

"Damn first years. Think they could be a little quicker? I’m bloody starving."

"Nice to see you haven’t changed, Ron," said Hermione, pulling out a mint from her purse and handing it to him.

"Neither have you ’Mione," he said, putting the mint in his mouth, "Always prepared."

Hermione started to say something, but the first years making their way into the Great Hall caused her to stop. She looked around closely, trying to spot Ana.

It proved not to be a difficult task, with her being 5’9’’ to the average first year height of 4’11’’. Hermione had to smile. She looked so cool, so confidant, in what had to be an awkward situation.

Ana walked down the hall, her brain screaming about how silly this was, and how much of an imbecile she looked like. But she just grinned and bared it.

She stood waiting patiently as The Sorting Hat sorted the first years. Her heart skipped a little as the got to the Gs.

"Linda Gaje!"


"Parker Goupe!"


"Diana Granger!"

Ana smiled, trying her best to hide her excitement. She sat down upon the stool and closed her eyes as the hat made contact with her head.

"Hmmm. Smart. Really smart. Ravenclaw would be a nice fit. But there’s something more. Gryffindor material. Ah, yes."

Ana’s heart jumped. Gryffindor? She’d love to be in Gryffindor! Her mother would be so proud!

"You like Gryffindor, hey? Okay, then... GRYFFINDOR!"

Ana smiled brightly and made her way towards the Gryffindor table, who was cheering loudly. As she walked though, Kyle caught her eye and shook his head. Ana couldn’t be sure, but it was almost as if he were disappointed.

Ana awoke the next morning in her dormitory. She had decided that she wanted the full Hogwarts experience, and choose to stay in the castle. Her mother, however, decided to stay in the house that had been provided, and offered it to Ana whenever she needed it.

Ana made her way to the Great Hall, the rest of her roommates still sleeping.

She didn’t know what to make of the girls just yet. There was Julia, who seemed friendly enough, but Ana didn’t know if she could see past the huge mole on her face without making a joke about it every now and then. Then came Dolores, who had already threatened Ana when she had dared to take her bed. Not that Ana knew whose bed was whose. And lastly came the twins. Sara and Cara (Ana didn’t know if it was suppose to rhyme, but if that had been the desired affect, the parents had failed miserably) who seemed to be about as intelligent as doorknob.

While walking down the hall, she spotted Kyle, surrounded by a group of people, most likely fellow Slytherins. Ana mustered up her courage and walked over there, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear as she did.

"Hey, Kyle."

"Oh, Ana, hey," he said, sounding slightly amused.

"Have you gone to breakfast yet?" she asked.

"Um, no. Have you?"

Ana was just about to answer, but then Kyle’s friends began to say their goodbyes and walk away.

"Did I do something?" she asked, worried.

"Well, you got into Gryffindor. And they are our sworn enemies."

"So I guess we won’t be seeing much of each other," she said, not even trying to hide the disappointment in her voice.

"I wouldn’t be to sure of that," he said, catching her chin before walking away, "Gryffindor," he called over her shoulder.

This chapter isn't quite as funny. And I apologize, but I've been having some writing problems with this story. I almost put her in Slytherin, but I didn't really want to deal with the shock effect. But we have a new love interest for Ana. Not that I'm saying anything will come from it. But I do picture him as Jess. Like the looks of him. 

And is this story dark and moody? I got a review saying it was, and I so don't want it to be that. So if you find it that way please tell me so I can attempt to change it.

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