Hey thanks for reading! The name of this fic is subject to change. I hope you like this :3 Please review!- Charles Bartholomew Whitlock
Hermione sat by the fireplace in the Burrow, everyone else had turned in ages ago, but she just had to finish this book. She sighed contently to myself as she turned a page of the book. Crookshanks, sitting in her lap, grumbled at the interruption of the petting he was receiving. Even as Molly and Arthur awoke and came down to begin the day she stayed curled in her chair reading.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Right as she was about to find out who did it there was an insistent tapping on the window closest to her. She tried ignoring it, but it soon became all the Gryffindor could focus on.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
Finally she couldn't take it anymore and she turned to the window and gave a loud, "Shhh!" Right after doing so she saw that it was an owl tapping on the window. She felt rather foolish as she got up, upsetting Crookshanks, to let the large barn owl in.
She saw the Hogwarts seal and frowned. "It's only July, why would they send Ginny's letter now?" She thought aloud and inspected the letter more carefully as the owl flew off. Hermione gasped as she found three letters, and none of them addressed to Ginny Weasley, but one for Ronald Weasley, Harry Potter, and herself.
She read the envelope to herself again and stared at it in awe as Molly walked into the room. The matriarch spotted the letter, "Oh, is Ginny's Hogwarts letter here already. They're very early this year."
She shook her head, "No Molly, it's mine, and Harry and Ron got one too."
Molly tried to hide her surprise, the three of them didn't expect to go back to school this year. After all they were already eighteen, and had missed the opportunity for their seventh year. Molly beamed in excitement, "Open it, dear! What does it say?"
Hermione did as she was told, and opened the letter with trembling hands, "Dear Ms. Granger, Due to the events of last year Hogwarts is inviting all seventh year students to take part in an 'eighth year' in order to complete your N.E.W.T.s and any other schooling you would like, as the teaching methods of last year were subpar. Please reply by owl by August first if you wish to participate in eighth year. Yours Sincerely, Filius Flitwick, Deputy Headmaster." She looked up from the letter with a broad teary eyed grin. "We've been invited back!" Molly and Hermione hugged and jumped around in excitement, but something suddenly occurred to her, "Oh no! I haven't studied in year!" Without further ado Hermione ran up the steps to the room she shared with Ginny and got out her textbooks.
Draco stared at the letter in his hands in shock. "They must be mad." He whispered to himself as he read over the letter a third time. Why would they want me to go back to Hogwarts? Any of us back at Hogwarts? We're going to have to have a meeting. As he thought of calling him, the fireplace in Draco's bedroom roared to life and Blaise Zabini walked out. Draco looked up in surprise before covering his eyes, "Merlin Blaise! Put some god damn clothes on!" The bastard was stark naked.
"Sorry, mate. You can uncover your eyes now" Blaise said, and thank Merlin he now wore a robe. "I was... entertaining a Spanish heiress last night. Just got the letter when I woke up, didn't think about it." The Italian shrugged as he looked at the envelope. "I was in Spain for Merlin's sake, how do these things always know where we are?"
Draco smirked, "So you finally swiped your V-card?"
Blaise rolled his eyes, "Just because I didn't fuck every slut who threw herself at me during school doesn't make me a virgin. I just have... finer tastes than to sleep with just anyone."
"Whatever." The blond muttered, "We've got more pressing matters to attend to. I was just about to call a meeting-"
"No need for that, I already did. Everyone is probably on their way by now." Blaise took a seat in a chair and looked at his nails, "Hope you're ready for company. I'd change if I were you." Blaise noted, looking at Draco's black wife beater tank top and basketball shorts. "You know how Millicent is about muggle things." Draco had found that some muggle things were very useful.
Forty minutes later Blaise, wearing a pair of pants he stole from me, and Draco, now in proper clothes, were surrounded by all the Slytherins left in their year. Daphne Greengrass, Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott, Tracey Davis, and Millicent Bulstrode all sat around one of the sitting rooms Malfoy Manor (Goyle was sentenced to Azkaban). With Lucius in Azkaban Narcissa couldn't bear to stay in the large Manor so she moved into another estate, meanwhile Draco had free reign over the Manor.
"Nice to see you all again," Draco began with a smirk, but it quickly vanished, "And I expect you all know why you've been summoned here this morning. Our discussion for the day is whether we go back to Hogwarts or not." As he spoke a house elf brought around glasses of firewhiskey for each of them.
Blaise nodded, "As usual we'd like to make this decision as a house, and as usual you may go against the decision of the house, just don't expect us to talk to you afterwards. So, who has any ideas."
Daphne, a petite girl with piercing blue and shoulder length blonde hair, spoke first, "I think we should go back."
"That's stupid." Pansy snorted, "Everyone is going to hate us, you remember the Inquisitorial Squad don't you? It would be ten times worse."
"But it will still be like that when we get into the real world too." Tracey Davis, another petite girl with long brown hair and black eyes, "I think we should go to school so people are used to us before going out into the world."
Blaise nodded, "I like that idea. Besides, I don't want to be an adult yet."
Millicent shook her head, "I just don't want to do anymore work than necessary."
Draco rubbed his blond stubble, "I don't know, I think I agree with Pansy." The Slytherins looked from one another and realized they were tied, at once all turned to the dirty blond with green eyes.
Theodore Nott looked at the ground as he thought it over, after thirty seconds he shrugged, "I guess I'd like to go back to school." Pansy, Millicent, and Draco groaned, as Tracey, Daphne, and Blaise cheered. The Italian even went as far as to pick Theodore up and spin him around, "Put me down! Put me down! Put me down!" Theo shouted as the rest of the them laughed. Sometimes it seemed like things hadn't changed.
After a while Draco stood off to the side pouting. Pansy sauntered over and pouted too, "You realize that unless there is some drastic change it's going to be just like the Inquisitorial Squad all over again."
He nodded, "Since when does anything ever change, they're never going to accept us. We just signed up for a year of hell."
Pansy snorted and raised her glass, "To a year of hell."
Draco gave a small smirk and rolled his eyes as he touched his glass to hers, "To a year of hell."