THE PHOENIX

Note: Chapter One for some reason is not at the beginning. It had been for months and for some reason .... now it's not. Chapter one is now at the end of the story. Sorry...didn't feel like deleting it and resubmitting. Most of my stories are also submitted on potterverse.com. Sorry for the hassle.
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Disclaimer: Although the plot is mine, the characters and the whole Harry Potter franchise belongs solely to J.K. Rowling, the woman that started my addiction into the Potter universe. I receive no monies for this story, but write for the pleasure of twisting the characters to my will.



Chapter Two


Harry, Hermione and Sirius rode their street motorbikes to platform 9 and three quarters about fifteen minutes before the Hogwart’s Express was to leave. Ron and Ginny rushed up to the three as they got off their bikes and Harry and Hermione shrunk them down with their wands. Hermione had a special case that she placed the street bike in, next to her racing bike in her leather backpack, along with her gear and helmet.

Harry and Hermione were gathered up in a hug as they were greeted by the red-heads. “So glad to see you. Congratulations Hermione on winning that race,” Ron said as he hugged her leather clad body to his. “I wish I could have seen it.”

“Ron.......I can’t breathe!” She laughed gasping for breath. Ron let her go with a last squeeze. “And thanks. How was your holidays with Charlie?”

“Wicked. They had some baby Norwegian Ridgebacks. They were some of Norbert’s babies. Hagrid would have loved it,” Ron exclaimed.

They all laughed, remembering Hagrid’s affection to certain creatures and then made their way to their usual compartment, not noticing three Slytherin’s watching them through a train window.

Crabbe and Goyle had been flipping through this muggle motorcycle magazine while Draco was reading the new potions text book. “Hey Draco, come see the hot babe in this magazine,” Goyle said.

“Later. There’s better things to do than looking at some barely dressed muggle in a magazine,” Draco declared then turned back to his book.

The roar of the motorcycles grabbed Crabbe and Goyle’s attention as they jumped up to check it out through the window. “Wow, nice bikes,” Goyle said.

“The girl with Potter isn’t too bad either,” Crabbe added.

“What are you two buffoons gawking at now?” Draco said impatiently as he looked out the window.

Draco had to admit that the girl with Potter wasn’t bad looking. Black leather pants that showed her long legs and pert bottom with heavy biker boots on her feet. Shorter black leather jacket gaped open at the front, showing a snug white t-shirt. Her brown hair was past her shoulders with blonde streaks throughout the length. He saw Potter put his arm around her shoulders and wondered what happened to Potter’s mudblood girlfriend Granger. He shrugged his shoulders, ‘Who cares’, he thought to himself as he got comfortable again to read his book.

Hermione, Harry and Ron talked about their holidays for the next hour or two after the train left the platform. “So what’s with you guys?” Ron asked. “By now you two would have been snogging pretty heavily.”

Hermione looked to Harry who smirked back at her. “Well ..... We decided to split up.”

“What?!” Ron exclaimed.

“We don’t feel the same way towards each other anymore like we used to,” Harry said.

“We’re still friends though Ron,” Hermione said. “There just won’t be any lip-locking anymore between us,” she laughed. She got up and put her leather jacket by her backpack. “I’ve gotta go for a bit. Professor McGonagall wants to discuss Head Girl duties with me.”

“All that studying paid off, hey Hermione,” Ron smirked.

“You bet, Head Girl was my goal and it feels good to be there.”

“Do you know who Head Boy is yet?” Harry asked.

“No, not yet. Knowing my luck, it would turn out to be Malfoy,” she smirked and left the compartment behind to make her way to the front part of the express, not realizing that her musings were in fact correct . At that moment Draco Malfoy was in a meeting with his own Head of House, Severus Snape.

Hermione knocked on the faculty compartment and poked her head in. “Professor,” she smiled warmly, as McGonagall was one of her favorite professors.

“Ah.....Miss Granger, come in,” McGonagall said. “Congratulations on your race Hermione.”

Hermione smirked, “I didn’t know you followed motorcycle races.”

McGonagall smiled. “There’s many things you don’t know about me Hermione,” she smiled. “Are you ready for your final year at Hogwart’s?”

“Yes, I think so.”

“Good, Head girl duties basically are like Prefect duties. You will be in charge of making patrolling schedules for the prefects and planning any extra activities for the students with the Head Boy.”

“Who is Head Boy this year?”

“Draco Malfoy,” McGonagall smirked seeing the surprise evident on Hermione’s face. “Surprisingly, behind that snarky exterior of his, a very smart young man is hidden.”

“Malfoy?!” Hermione repeated.

“Hermione, you will need to get along with each other for the year. You need to set an example for the rest of the student body.” McGonagall hesitated then. “You will also need to get along with each other because..... you will be sharing the same dormitory with each other for the year.” Hermione sat in a dazed silence. “It won’t be that bad Hermione. You two will be kept busy with your Head duties and your studies. And Mister Malfoy has quidditch also to keep him occupied,” she reassured her.

“You’re right,” Hermione sighed. “It won’t be that bad, Malfoy rather behaved himself last year, and I may be considering trying out for the quidditch team this year to keep me even more busy.”

McGonagall fell silent. “Quidditch? I didn’t think you liked flying.”

“There’s many things you don’t know about me professor,” Hermione repeated smiling as McGonagall did the same. “Harry and Sirius have been teaching me to fly and play quidditch during the past couple of summers. I wish I would have tried harder earlier, it’s great. We’ve been practicing some maneuvers over the summer. I know I can do this,” she said determinedly.

“Well.....when you set your mind to something Hermione, you usually succeed. Good luck,” McGonagall said. “Also for the seventh years the Headmaster has forgone the school uniforms for the students to dress as they like. It will be part of yours and the prefects duties to make sure that this policy is within reason.”

“That’s great Professor! Thank you,” Hermione said.

“The school robes are still a must though during the classes unless specified from the professors,” McGonagall said. “Now I think I’ve covered most of what needs to be said. I would like to say I am quite proud of you Hermione.”

“Thank you professor, your approval means a lot to me.” Hermione stood up to shake the professor’s hand. “See you later,” she smiled and walked out of the compartment to run into the last person she wanted to see right now.

“Malfoy!” She said as she was held up by him.

Draco looked up in surprise to see the girl from the platform in front of him. He had been walking the hall from the meeting with Snape and had glanced to a compartment beside him when someone bumped into him. His hands were still at her arms from the reflex reaction. He looked into her eyes. “Granger?” He asked shocked.

“Who else would it be Malfoy?” She smirked. “You can let go now,” as she nodded to her arms.

“Oh....yeah. Well next time, watch where you’re going Granger,” he sneered.

She laughed, “Whatever Malfoy.” And sauntered off to her compartment with Draco watching her backside.

“Damn mudblood,” he said and went to his own compartment to continue reading his potions text.

Thanks to Lessa for beta reading!!!! Am I getting this right yet?