Full Plotline: After Draco gets off after being accused of a murder everyone suspects him of, he returns to Hogwarts as Head Boy, with Hermione as Head Girl. Just as she begins to regret her decision, she and Draco are bussed off to Allenburg, a wizarding school where they will be expected to get along with each other and others. As Draco blends in with the students, especially a beautiful girl named Kate, Hermione's feelings for him change. But, as events take place in Allenburg, Draco starts to question his own feelings for the muggleborn, especially when the events threaten her own life.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat in the kitchen of Grimauld Place 12, eating breakfast as Mrs. Weasley told them about what would be going on during the day. br />
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"You three will be going to the Ministry with Arthur, as you can't stay here," she said. "A lot of cleaning has to be done, and I don't want you in the way." br />
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"Yes, mum," Ron mumbled around his toast. Getting up, he led Harry and Hermione back up to his room. br />
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"This place always has to be cleaned," Harry said as he pulled out a jacket. Hermione, who was sitting on the bed with Crookshanks in her lap, smiled. br />
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"It is rather large and old, Harry," she told him. "Besides, it's yours anyway, so might as well enjoy the fact that you don't have to clean it!" Harry merely shrugged. Ron pulled out a sweater and grabbed the doorknob. br />
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"Alright, let's go!" br />
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Entering the Ministry of Magic, the three seventeen year olds followed Mr. Weasley to his office. br />
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"You three can go to the third level," Arthur said. "There's a library there that I think you'll enjoy." Smiling, Hermione grabbed both boys and led them away. br />
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Reaching the library, they wandered to a table in the back. Sitting down, Ron looked around. br />
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"Not many people," he muttered. Hermione headed over to the bookshelves, running her finger over the binding of the books. br />
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"Who the hell do you think you are?" Hermione stopped, listening as raised voices reached her from a few bookcases away. "After everything I've done, you think you can just turn on me like that?" br />
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"Listen to me. Your services are no longer needed. You are going to leave here and if I ever see you again, then I'll take action. The plan was supposed to work, but it obviously didn't! The train will leave the station and there's nothing we can do about it! We are going to find another way, and you will not be involved." br />
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"I did everything you asked me to! It was that bloody Greyson's fault! I did everything you wanted me to! You can't kick me out of this just because one thing went wrong!" br />
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"One thing? ONE? Because of you, we are now completely behind schedule! Do you know what we have to do just to get back on track? So many memory charms have to go into making sure that this thing doesn't come back to haunt us! We don't even know where the girl is! She left home and we haven't seen her since! This is all your fault and I want you to leave now." br />
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"What girl?" br />
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"You can't get rid of me! I'm not out of this!" br />
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"Yes you are." There was a large thud. br />
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"I'm in this no matter what you say!" br />
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"Avada Kadavra!" Hermione screamed as she saw through the books the evil green light. Harry and Ron sprinted over. br />
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"What happened?" Harry asked. Hermione didn't answer but instead took off in the direction of the argument. Freezing in shock and horror, Hermione couldn't believe what she saw. A medium sized man with blonde hair and gray robes lay spread-eagled on the floor. Dead. But what shocked Hermione, Harry and Ron was who was kneeling next to the body. br />
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"We'll be in the waiting room when this is done, ok?" Remus Lupin said to Hermione as they stood outside a black door. "When do you think the trial will be over?" Hermione shrugged, looking nervous. br />
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"I don't know," she responded. "I hope it doesn't go too long." She gave Ron and Harry small smiles and then entered the Ministry courtroom where the trial was being held. She followed one of the aids to her seat and watched as the Wizengemot strode in, Fudge in the lead. Dumbledore, who was also in the Wizengemot, glanced at Hermione, giving her a wink. br />
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"Bring in the accused," boomed Fudge. Another door opened and six guards walked in. In the middle of them walked Draco Malfoy. br />
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Now taller then Ron, his platinum blonde hair hung down in front of his stormy gray eyes. Lean with slightly muscular arms, he walked with an air of one that was not afraid of what his fate could be. Hermione's eyes widened at the sight of what was on his face. Running down from his hairline, through his left eyebrow, down across his eye and all the way across his cheek to neck was a long, thin scar. It gave Malfoy the look of something foreboding, making a tingle of fear creep up her spine. br />
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The guards sat him down in the chair in the middle and the chains magically clamped around him. Glancing at them with disdain, Malfoy stared at Fudge levelly. br />
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"This hearing is on the murder of Harold Carol. Draco Lucius Malfoy as suspect. What do you have to say for yourself, Draco?" Draco rolled his eyes. br />
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"What I've said for the past three days since I was arrested, I didn't do it," he spat. br />
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"You knew Mr. Carol, didn't you?" asked Amelia Bones. br />
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"I did," Malfoy grumbled. "So?" br />
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"You and he didn't get along, from what I've heard. You both had an argument five nights ago in the Three Broomsticks. Is that why you killed him?" br />
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"Just because I fought with him, doesn't mean I wanted him dead," Malfoy growled. Fudge peered at him. br />
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"We have a witness, Mr. Malfoy, that heard much of what passed between you and Mr. Carol." Malfoy raised an eyebrow. br />
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"Oh, do you?" His eyes swept the room until they landed on Hermione. "Granger," he hissed. She shifted in her seat under his unwavering gaze, feeling uncomfortable. br />
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"Ms. Granger, could you please tell us what you heard?" Amelia asked. Hermione nodded. br />
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"I was looking for a book when I heard someone say, 'Who the hell do you think you are?'." She began, being careful to avoid eye contact with Malfoy. "He kept insisting that he wasn't going to be rid of. Another person said something about the first person ruining everything and something about a train leaving the station. The first person talked about how it was someone named Greyson's fault and that he had nothing to do with the schedule being behind. Someone said something about the schedule being ruined and about a girl disappearing and that the one man needed to just leave. The first guy insisted on staying and something happened and then I heard the killing curse and I screamed. With Harry and Ron, I ran over to where I figured it all happened and saw Malfoy standing over the body of Mr. Carol." The Wizengemot murmured to itself, most of them shaking their heads. Fudge glared down at Malfoy, who looked slightly peeved. br />
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"Well, do you deny the testimony of Ms. Hermione Granger?" he asked Malfoy. Malfoy glared at Hermione. br />
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"No." Some of the people gasped. Fudge's eyes widened. br />
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"So you admit to the murder of Harold Carol?" Malfoy studied Hermione for a second, his eyes boring into hers. She wouldn't look at him. br />
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"No." The Wizengemot was in an uproar. Dumbledore had a frown on his face, leaning forward as he studied Malfoy carefully. br />
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"QUIET!" Fudge roared. He then turned to Malfoy. "What do you mean, you didn't kill him, but you don't deny Ms. Granger's testimony?" br />
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"What the mudblood said was true," Malfoy snapped. "All of that happened. But I didn't kill Carol." br />
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"There were only two men at the scene, Ms. Granger proved that! You had to have killed him." br />
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"There were not two people there, there were three!" Malfoy yelled. There was silence in the courtroom. Hermione frowned. br />
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"But I only heard two," she said softly. Malfoy rolled his eyes. br />
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"That's because I didn't say enough for you to think there were three, mudblood." br />
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"Mr. Malfoy, you will refrain from language such as that," Amelia growled. Rolling his eyes, Malfoy gritted his teeth. br />
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"I didn't kill Carol. Someone else did. I don't know who he was, I was just there because Carol asked me to. I went and listened, but I didn't say much. The man killed Harold and then left." br />
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"Impossible," Fudge exclaimed. br />
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"Improbable," Dumbledore said. Everyone turned to the old Headmaster. Dumbledore, eyes still on Malfoy, nodded slowly. "Improbable, yes, but not impossible, Cornellius. You see, it is impossible that the man Mr. Malfoy speaks of could leave without anybody seeing him. However, it is not impossible that he could have left unnoticed because he was wearing something that prohibited others from seeing him. An invisibility cloak, perhaps?" Malfoy gave Dumbledore an odd look before returning to glaring at Fudge. Hermione stared at Dumbledore. He was defending Malfoy? br />
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"Mr. Malfoy, was the person you saw wearing an invisibility cloak?" asked an annoyed Fudge. He wasn't the only one. Many of the Wizengemot looked annoyed with Dumbledore for pulling up a plausible alibi for Draco Malfoy. Most of them wanted to see Malfoy locked up in Azkaban. After his fifth year, Draco had disappeared away from society, not going home. He was then caught by the Ministry and was almost found guilty for Muggle hunting. Five weeks later, several days before school started, he was found guilty for damaging several houses that belonged to members of the Wizengemot, plus damaging property that belonged to the Ministry. He had almost been sent to Azkaban, but, because of some dealing Dumbledore had with the Ministry and Wizengemot, he was only sentenced to two months of detention. At Hogwarts, he sent more than a few students to the Hospital Wing and knocked several people off brooms during Quidditch games. It was clear that the Wizengemot wanted him in Azkaban, as he had been labeled a nuisance to society. br />
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"Yes, Fudge, he did," growled Malfoy. One of the members stood, glaring. br />
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"How are we supposed to believe him?" he shouted. "He's just working off of what Dumbledore said! How do we even know there was another person?" br />
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"There was." Hermione froze. Did she just say that? She glanced at Malfoy, who had an interested look on his face. Taking a deep breath and praying to God that she wasn't wrong, said, "I remember now, there were three people." Fudge stared at her. br />
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"Ms. Granger, are you sure?" Hermione looked insulted. br />
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"Of course I'm sure. I remember now, there was Harold, then another man. I remember the voices. Malfoy only said, 'What girl?' so that verifies that he was there. But there was someone else there!" Malfoy gave Hermione an odd look, like he was trying to figure her out. She merely glanced at him. Dumbledore winked at Hermione. Fudge sighed, glancing around the room. br />
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"Well, if that's all you have to say, we'll vote now. Those for guilty?" Fudge's hand rose in the air, along with half the Wizengemot. Looking ticked off, Fudge growled out, "Those for innocent?" The other half, including Dumbledore, raised their hands. Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Fudge sighed again. "It looks like we are at a stand still. Ms. Granger?" Hermione looked alarmed. br />
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"Yes?" she answered. br />
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"Seeing as we as the Wizengemot cannot decide, you have been called upon to make the decision on whether or not Mr. Draco Lucius Malfoy should be sent to Azkaban for the murder of Mr. Harold Carol. Do you vote guilty or not guilty?" Hermione turned to Malfoy, who was staring at his shoes. Looking up, he met her gaze and Hermione felt as if he could read her mind with his piercing gray/blue eyes. She sighed. br />
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Ron, Harry and Remus stood as the courtroom let out. Hermione headed over, glancing over her shoulder. br />
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"Hey, Hermione," Harry greeted. Hermione gave them a smile, then glanced back over her shoulder. br />
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"How did it go?" Remus asked. br />
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"Did they send Malfoy to Azkaban?" Ron asked excitedly. br />
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"The Wizengemot was at a split decision, so they asked me to vote," Hermione muttered. br />
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"So what did you vote?" Harry asked. Before Hermione could answer the question, a cold voice reached them. br />
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"Thanks, mudblood," said Malfoy, who was leaning against the wall. "I owe you one." With that, he passed them and left the waiting room. Ron and Harry stared at Hermione with disbelief on their faces. Hermione wouldn't look at them as she grabbed her coat. br />
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"I'm not going to tell you why I voted the way I did, you wouldn't understand if I did," she muttered. br />