Like many who had survived through the war and wished to complete their studies; Hermione was standing at platform nine and three quarters, waiting for her best friends to arrive. She had changed quite a lot through the years; her hair was now wavy and much more manageable. She has lost a lot of weight, due to all the stress of the war and searching for horcruxes. She had become a firm and beautiful young woman in spite of previous events. She had decided upon dying her hair black with blue and purple streaks here and there. She changed her style of clothing and was wearing dark-blue denim mine shorts and a grey-purple tank top which showed her newly developed bust.
As she thought back to when most things were normal, she lost track of time and only came back to the present when she found Ginny poking her arm softly pouting. Oh dear, Hermione though, she wants a hug. Giving in with a heavy sigh, she enveloped her best girl-friend in her arms for a tight embrace.
"Hey Ginny, how is everyone? How is Molly? Also where are Ron and Harry?" She still wasn't entirely sure if Ron and Harry were going to come as they had recently become Aurors. Knowing Hermione, she decided to keep up her studies then decide for her future.
"You don't know? They aren't coming back, it'll be just you and me." Well at least I have one of my best friends, Hermione thought grimly.
"I guess that's better than nothing," Hermione said back, escaping her thoughts as they boarded the train.
As they sat down and got comfortable in one of the carriages, Ginny thought back to the letters Hermione had sent to her; with Ron and Harry busy with their Auror jobs, they had been unable to keep contact with her especially when there were still ex-Death Eaters still keeping up Voldemort's work.
"So, I heard you're Head Girl?" Why would she want to talk about that, the Ginny I know wouldn't really care unless it's related to boys… Oh!
"Yes, but I don't know who the Head Boy is yet. I know that's what you wanted to know Ginerva Weasley." She hated being called Ginerva let along with Weasley attached to it.
"You know I hate it when people call me that!" Oh dear… what have I done…
"Umm Ginny, I have to go to the Head's Compartment… I'll sneak you in after the meeting with Professor McGonagall."
"Omg, is Hermione Granger going to break a rule!?" Ginny said excitedly.
"Don't count on it Gin." Hermione said simply.
At the Head's Compartment, she found none other than the infamous Draco Malfoy. He had changed quite a lot… he was slimmer but his Quidditch muscle was still there. His face, if possible, was paler than previous years. His hair was long and no longer slicked back, so it may resemble a mop, a hot mop at that Hermione thought then rued that. No! Dra- Malfoy is NOT hot! What was Dra- Malfoy, doing here?
"You seem confused Granger. Are you wondering how to get all this," He gestured to his body and after waiting for a reply said, "What are you doing here anyways, this is for the Head's only."
"I was just about to ask you the same thing!" She retorted back… Realization hit her and she watched as Malfoy's emotionless face turned into a grin… no a smirk or somewhere between.
"Well, isn't this going to be quite the interesting year." He said. He hadn't been saying anything in a mean manner… Just jokingly and concerned… Has he changed? He couldn't have, could he? She questioned herself. Well, he certainly hasn't bullied me… So far… Nor has he called me that dreadful nick-name, Mublood.
"You seem surprised Granger." He said, again not in a bad manner… What's going on with him?
"Yes, I thought maybe Neville would get Head Boy, I didn't even have a second thought of it possibly being you."
"I'm hurt Granger!" Just as she was about to reply with a smart-ass comment, McGonagall came.
"Hello Granger, Malfoy. As Head Boy and Head Girl, I will inform you that it shall be your job to ensure that the first years will find their way to the castle. Also while the train is making its trip, I wish for you two to monitor the carriages."
"Yes, Professor," They answered in unison. Since when does Malfoy actually respect teachers!? And since when did he actually care about First years? What the hell is going on!
"Alright I'll leave you two to it then." With that she apparated away. She saw Draco making the slip, "Draco where are you going," she seemed so surprised at everything she didn't even notice her calling him Draco. He seemed to have noticed and his half-smirk-half-grin turned more into a grin.
"You heard McGonagall, Hermione, we have to monitor the carriages."
"Or we could just get the prefects to, duh."
"My, my, Hermione Granger, not doing it the proper way are we?" He said teasingly.
She huffed in annoyance, muttering to herself 'This is going to be one long year'
"What was that Hermione?"