everyday when i wake up, the first thought that pops into my head is, what is Hermione up to? and everyday it surprises me the same, i don't know why i am having these thoughts and i don't know why i suddenly think she is attractive, she's a mud-blood i cant lover her, my parents would kill me, yet i love her anyway, at-least that's what i think this feeling is, love, i have never experienced it before, so i cannot be sure. i fling my covers of and scrabble around my bedroom floor for a lean pair of boxers before heading to the bathroom with a towel and my toothpaste and tooth brush, running the water so its the exact temperature i like it at, before taking off my boxers and climbing into the lukewarm shower, letting the refreshing water roll over me as i contemplate the thoughts that woke me up on yet another occasion, this had been going on for about a month now and it was beginning to deprive me of sleep because i was to scared to sleep in case the thoughts woke me again. i climb out of the shower after about an hour and wrap my crisp white towel around my waist before throwing my boxers into the washing basket beside the door, i walk up the hall and into my bedroom where i slip on some underwear before opening my lavish closet to select my outfit fot the day, i grab my favorite black suit from its hanger and began to dress myself, scrabbling in the back of the cupboard for my pointy dress shoes i always wear with my suit. when i am dressed i walk back into my bedroom and begin to pack my trunk with the last few items i left lying around my room, i close my trunk and grab my screech owl who is in his cage, off my desk and begin to tow my school things downstairs. i reach the bottom of the stairs and i deposit my stuff in the front hall, ready for father to take it to the car. i walk over to grand kitchen door and push it open to reveal stacks of delicious pancakes waiting for me to eat, i sit at the dining table and begin to feast on my superb breakfast, stopping only to nod to my father as he enters the room. i clear away my fishes and walk out to the front hall where i collect my wand from the wand holder that sits on the front dresser, i tuck it into my pocket and proceed out the front door and down the long winding path to the front of the manor where the black ministry car is waiting just like every year before this. i realized that it was my sixth year and stood shocked for a moment remembering what i had been asked to do, i resented agreeing to this but i had to, for the sake of my family. i pushed the large steel gates open as my parents came closely behind me. ii pushed open the door to the car and slid into my seat, buckling my seat-belt and bracing myself for what was about come over the course of the year, it was going to be a very long year, that much i knew.