Ok, guys. This is my first fic, so go easy on me. Please read and review. Gently. VERY gently.
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So, here goes nothing!
Hermione Jean Granger looked out of the window and sighed, content. Her summer had gone well, and the Dark Lord was gone, giving her a sense of freedom. Twirling a strand of her auburn hair, the girl wondered how Harry and Ron were holding up in the Prefect compartment with Pansy Parkinson. She smirked at the thought of her two best friends trying to put up with the pug faced twit of a girl. Her eye caught a reflection of something ridiculously shiny in the glass pane of the window, and her smirk turned into a grin as she looked down at the front of her robes, where a large, well polished badge was pinned right above the Hogwarts Crest. Her mind wandered back to the day when she received the good news during the summer holidays...
Flashback
"Hermione, dear! Could you please call the boys down for breakfast? Molly's busy in the kitchen, and Ginevra's helping me with the table."
"Ok mum! And tell Molly not to work herself too hard. I'll be down in a second to help her with the bacon!" Hermione called as she flew (not literally) up the stairs of The Burrow. As she continued up the flights of stairs, Hermione smiled at the thought that her parents had been warmly welcomed by the Weasley family. Initially, her mother and father had expressed their concern over the fact that they might disrupt the Weasley way of life (which was, obviously, a magical one), but Molly and Arthur would hear nothing of it, and soon enough, Drs. Granger were shaking hands with more red heads than they had ever seen at one place. And they were all related! Jean Ganger soon became friends with Molly, and all the Weasley men adored Harold Granger, who had decided that the Weasley clan were the Granger's extended family, and he even took a liking to the twins, and the three men would often sit down and discuss the different pranks that Harold had pulled off as a teen.
Hermione was panting slightly by the time she reached the wooden door of the bedroom that the boys shared. She smiled at the notches carved into the door, remembering how Harry, Ron, and her used to have competitions to see who grew taller over the summers. Of course, Ron won every time. Still smiling, Hermione pushed the door open and rolled her eyes when she saw the motionless lumps laying underneath the covers on the two beds. She reached her hand out to shake Ron, who was closest to the door, awake, when she thought of a better idea. Smirking, the witch took her wand out of her back pocket and aimed it at the poster hanging above Ron's head. The blond girl who spent most of her time dancing around the poster looked a bit fearful, but relaxed when Hermione winked at her.
"Inanimatus conjurus" she whispered, her wand pointing directly at the poster girl's face. There was a flash of white light, and by the time Hermione blinked the spots out of her vision there was a pretty, skinny blond with big doe eyes staring straight ahead, and the poster behind her was empty, a pair of pompoms lying on the ground. Hermione stepped closer to her and looked her straight in the eye, and noticed the vacant stare. She leaned over and whispered something in the girl's ear, and quickly stepped behind the bedroom door. She watched as the blond witch, who was actually an animated version of the picture of Regina Tiffith, the insanely famous Chudley Cannons head cheerleader, sauntered over to Ron's sleeping form. Her eyes widened as Regina bent over and hugged Ron from behind, before whispering in his ear, "Wakey wakey, handsome." Ron's form, which had been trying to squirm out of the hug, froze when he heard the voice. His hands came into view from under the sheets as he gripped the covers and yanked them down. He turned his head to the left to see who exactly was waking him up.
"Oh my... bloody hell!" the ginger whispered, his green eyes widening at the sight before him. Behind the door, Hermione stifled a giggle at the boy's expression. Suddenly, Ron jumped out of bed.
"Just a minute Regin... err, Miss. Tiffith." he stammered. Regina smiled and flipped her hair, and Ron gulped, his eyes following her every move. Hermione rolled her eyes and thought, "Boys..."
He hurried past the Hermione, who was still concealed behind the door, and she caught him muttering something about needing mouthwash as soon as possible. Hermione struggled to keep a straight face as she pointed her wand at a picture of Ginny that was hanging on the wall across from Harry, who was miraculously, still fast asleep. After the customary flash of light, a very grown up version of the ginger girl that Hermione had first met eight years ago was standing in front of Harry's bed. Hermione felt a twinge of jealousy when she saw Ginny's beautiful red, and straight, hair. She quickly strode over to the duplicate of her best friend and gave her a simple command, before sitting down on Ron's bed to watch the show.
Harry Potter was having a wonderful dream about a certain younger sister of a certain best friend. The dream involved a bed, some chocolate sauce, and a lot of kissing. He felt a pair of small hands running through his hair and sighed. Suddenly the hands started traveling from his head, to his neck, to his stomach, and then lower... lower... lower... With a jerk, Harry realized that he wasn't dreaming anymore when he heard giggling. He forced his eyes open and bolted upright to see the girl of his dreams, Ginny Weasley, groping him shamelessly with a dreamy expression on her face. His jaw dropped, and then he spotted someone else behind her. Now, the Boy-Who-Felt-Really-Confused-But-In-A-Good-Way almost screamed. He heard the giggles again, and quickly pushed Ginny's hands away (reluctantly, mind you. He IS a boy) before turning to see Hermione Granger sitting on Ron's bed and giggling her head off.
He ignored her raucous laughter and stuttered out, "Mione, is t-that... Regina Tiffith? And why is Ginny gro- wing up?" Hermione stopped laughing long enough to give him a weird look for the question. Harry looked pointedly at the door, where Ron was standing, dressed in a tuxedo. Hermione took one look at him and burst into giggles once again. Harry, who noticed the empty poster and photo frame as well as the vacant stares on the two girls who were supposed to be in them, started to catch on and he stared intently at Hermione. Ron was oblivious to all this, as he walked over the Regina and kissed her hand. Hermione was now laughing so hard that there were tears streaming down her face, and Harry grinned at her. Harry's smile shocked Hermione out of her hysteria and she glared at him, before realizing that her spell had weakened when she had been laughing, hence sending the girls back to their photos. Ron was still on his knees, his lips puckered, and this time Harry burst into laughter, with Hermione joining in. Ron quickly stood up and brushed off his shoulders before glaring at the two of them. He surveyed his two best friends before forming an evil idea. He smirked and quickly jumped on Hermione, and proceeded to tickle her. Soon, all three of them were rolling on the floor in a tangle of limbs, and their laughter echoed around the room.
After a few minutes, the trio were headed downstairs. Hermione walked ahead of the boys and listened to Harry teasing Ron about his failed attempt to kiss the 'love of his life'. When they finally reached the ground floor of the Burrow, Hermione ordered them to take a seat at the table, before entering the kitchen to help Molly. She ignored the protests from the Weasley matriarch as she levitated the plates of food and headed back towards the sound of voices at the table. As she neared, she heard Ginny squealing and Ron say, "Well, it's not surprising is it? We all knew she'd get it!"
Hermione entered the room and, with a wave of her wand, set the plates down on the table. Ginevra Weasley beamed at her before bounding over and hugging her tight.
"Oh, Mione! Congratulations!" Ginny squealed before pulling away and taking a seat in front of Harry, who was trying to avoid eye contact with the beautiful red head who had been the object of his dreams. Puzzled, Hermione opened her mouth to ask about all the fuss when her gaze landed on the Hogwart's letter in Ron's hand. Her eyes widened and Ron grinned at her.
"Did I... Am I... Is it really...?' Hermione was too nervous to comprehend the meaning of Ginny's wishes and the proud looks on her friend's faces.
"Yeah, Mione, you really did it! You got Head Girl!" Harry grinned, his green eyes sparkling behind his glasses. Hermione was speechless. She reached out for the letter in Ron's hand, and he handed it over. Quickly scanning the parchment, Hermione couldn't believe the words that she was reading.
Dear Miss. Hermione Jean Granger,
We, at Hogwarts, are delighted to inform you that the staff has unanimously elected you as the Head Girl for the year 1999.
We hope you treat this position with respect, dignity, and honor. You will be taken to your new common room along with the Head Boy on your arrival to Hogwarts. If you face any problems, feel free to contact us. You will be given further details at school. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Headmistress.
"Ron, Harry, did you get anything?" Hermione suddenly remembered her friends, and felt quite guilty for not asking earlier. Ron and Harry nodded before lifting up their Prefect badges. Hermione looked at Ginny, who smiled and held out a small leather pouch. Gently, Hermione took it and untied the drawstring. The pouch fell open, and there in her hand, was her badge. It was gold, with her name written in red letters. Underneath that, the Hogwarts Crest was engraved along with the words "Head Girl". Hermione closed her hand around the badge and grinned. It was going to be a good year.
End of Flashback
Hermione was jolted out of her happy thoughts by the sound of the compartment door sliding open. She took a deep breath, realizing that the Head Boy had entered. She was burning with curiosity to know who it was, because the letter had no hint of the other. However, before she could turn around, she heard a cool voice say, with a hint of agitation, "Why, hello there Granger. Come to ruin my year, have you?"
"No..No, it can't be! Please, kill me now" Hermione thought, her thoughts in a flurry of panic. Slowly turning around, she looked up into the aristocratic face of Draco Malfoy.
Ohhhh...
Hermione's stuck with Draco? That can only mean one thing! Trouble.
OR... romance?
Who knows? Let's wait and see, shall we?
My exams just started guys, so it may take some time before I upload Chapter 2, but it will be up within a week, promise. :)
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