Time Well Spent

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"Be good."
"I will mother! I have to go!" Hermione gasped as her mother held her tightly, tears in her eyes.
"Kara, let her go." Hermione's father said patting her mother on the shoulder. Kara sighed and let her daughter go. Hermione rubbed her neck.
"Thanks daddy." She said, hugging him as the train blew its whistle.
"It's time to go sweetheart." Her father said.
"Alright, bye!" Hermione said grabbing her trunk and boarding the train that would take her to her home-away-from-home for the next nine months. She got into a compartment and opened the window. Sticking her head out, she yelled out to her parents,
"Bye mom! Bye dad!" She waved to her parents.
"Tell her to write John." Kara told her husband, her voice cracking slightly.
"Write everyday Hermione!" John yelled to his daughter. Hermione smiled and nodded.
"We love you!" Her mother yelled slightly. Hermione waved one last time before she pulled herself back into the compartment and waited for her friends to board.

"I win!" Ron yelled in triumph as his queen destroyed Harry's King.
"Again, Ron I'm starting to think you have no life." Harry mumbled. Everyone but Ron laughed. His ears turned a deep red.
"You're one to speak Scar head." A drawling voice said. Everyone turned his or her head to look at the blond boy standing in the compartment doorway.
"Shove off Malfoy." Hermione snarled. She was feeling a lot more confident this year and she would no longer stand idly by as Malfoy ruined it.
"Is that any way to treat your new Head Boy Granger?" Malfoy smirked, his cronies laughing stupidly. But when Hermione stood up and smirked it slid off his face. She walked over and stopped in front of him, mere inches from his face.
"Do your research Malfoy, I'm the new Head Girl." She spat before pushing him out of the compartment and slamming the door shut.
"Nicely handled." Ginny complimented as Harry sat beside her and snaked his arm around her waist. Hermione grinned.
"Why thank you." She said curtsying and laughing.

"How dare her." Draco snarled, pacing back and forth in his own compartment.
"You have to admit, Granger isn't that bushy little girl anymore. She's quite the fire." Zabini commented leaning back against his seat. Draco glared at him.
"What are you saying exactly?" He asked. Blaise smirked.
"I'm just saying that we need to take her down a notch or two is all." He shrugged. Draco's signature smirk settled on his face.
"I like where this is going. We need to take little-miss-know-it-all down." Draco said sadistically.
"Hm, I bet you couldn't make her fall for you." Blaise snickered. Draco's eyes widened.
"Woah, I was not expecting that." He said. Blaise leaned forward and smirked again.
"I don't think you can handle it." He said.
"A bet?" Draco asked smirking once again.
"A bet." Blaise agreed, leaning back. Draco nodded.
"Alright, name it."
"Five hundred Galleons says you can't." Blaise bet.
"Five hundred says I can." Draco replied with a glint in his eye. Blaise's smirk grew.
"Deal." He said and they shook on it.
"But Drakey!" Pansy whined as she wised up to what they were planning on doing. She clung to his arm over protectively.
"Shove off Pansy, Draco's a big boy." Zabini snapped. "Let him do his thing." He said laughing. Draco grinned and leaned back against his seat and let Pansy stroke his arm.
"Granger will be mine."