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Warnings: non-monogamy, male/male ships, female/female ships, male/female ships, smut, non-consent, and illusion of character death. (more will be added as needed as this is a WIP)

Tell You Everything You Wanted Someone Else to Say

Ch 1: From What I've Seen

Ron, Hermione, Harry, and Ginny all wave good-bye. A slow wave of someone not quite in the moment. A light mist hovers as tears brim Mrs. Weasley's eyes. She clutches her purse on the platform watching them go. The last ride to Hogwarts on the train for the "golden trio," because only Ginny will go back next year.

Hermione sighs as she turns around to look for an empty compartment. Silence fills the train before Hermione hears an echo of footsteps behind her. Empty compartments greet her and her friends first, but she waits until she spots one with people in it.

She knows it was silly, but she had begun to feel like she was in the twilight zone. Groaning inwardly, she wonders if she really was the only students to show up wearing school robes just like Ron proclaimed. She heads into the compartment next to the other passengers trying to shake off the image of other students in normal clothes and her guilt. Not many students are going to Hogwarts this year so she really didn't have much to be compared to. Last year, a fight had happened at school after all. This was a fact that scared many parents, who did have a reason to be scared. Voldemort. Parents only wanted to keep their kids safe. Yes, she didn't think kids were safer at home--only closer to their parents. Though there was nothing wrong with that.

Once everyone was seated, Hermione, unfortunately, has to head up to the front of the train to find out what was going to be expected of her as Head Girl.

"See. You're already leaving." Ron pipes in.

"I, honestly, can't believe you, Ron. It's not like I haven't been at the Burrow for most of the summer. But then you wouldn't notice. Would you? I mean, since you have been so bloody busy ignoring me. All because you think I won't spend time with you and Harry at school. I hope you think that's bloody brilliant plan. But I think you're bloody stupid." Hermione storms out without waiting for any kind of response.

But she can still hear him in the hallway as he yells. "You're a right bloody git. You know that."

Her mind goes back to when she received her hogwarts letter telling her the good news.

-

Hermione looked down at the letter to see what books she would need this year. She couldn't believe the words when she read them. She had been appointed Head Girl. She squeaked causing Ron and Harry to jump.

"Hermione?" They asked in unison.

"I…I made…I made Head Girl." She blushed as a smile plastered to her face.

"That's great Hermione." Harry exclaimed.

Ron whined. "Does that mean you won't be in the Gryffindor dorm?"

Hermione stepped back. "Is that what you think about first? Why can't you just be happy for me, Ron?"

Ron's ears turned red. "I thought we were going to spend most of this school year together looking for those Horcruxes. But you knew you were going to be made Head Girl, didn't you? Miss Perfect. You don't care about helping Harry out. You're just care about your grades at school! Next thing we know you'll be too busy doing homework, polishing your badge, and whatever it is Head Girls do and you won't have any time for us anymore."

"Ron. I. Am. Not. Your. Brother." She yelled before walking out.

Ron turned redder. "Piss off."

-

She's furious again as she whisks down the corridor. She doesn't know what Ron is thinking. She is beginning to get the impression that he doesn't care about her happiness. All that he seems to care about is what he gets to do with her. Not about any of her goals or desires. He just wants her by his side as his faithful little friend to make him feel wanted. She fights back the tears that threaten to fall. She gulps them down, telling herself that crying won't make any sort of good impression. Head Girl is, after all, what she had been looking forward to since she heard about the school. She wants to pinch herself. She still feels like she is dreaming. She had spent a lot of time in the library the previous years, and not just helping Harry with his adventures. Most of the time she used it for study and then that of course helped when she was looking for answers for Harry. She did end up knowing the library like the back of her hand, but then she ended up doing that with libraries. They always felt like home, a place where she could relax. But Ron didn't care about that. Anger washes over her. This is supposed to be the part where he was supportive and point out how good all her hard work had been. How everything had actually paid off. This is when he was supposed to celebrate with her. This is when he was supposed to notice her. This is when he was supposed to snog her, but he was too busy being a bloody prat. Her knuckles turn white as she continues stomping down the corridor.

She wonders who the head boy will be. She hadn't really paid that much attention to anyone else's grades. Well, besides Harry and Ron, but that was only because they kept asking for help on their homework. She doubts she'll give them any help this year—and they will probably ask. They always ask. Well, she decides if the only reason they need help is because of the Horcruxes then she really should help out, but not for anything else. Especially not Ron.

She's almost at the compartment when Draco steps out and bumps into her.

"Watch where you're going, filthy little Mudblood." Draco sneers.

Hermione draws herself up before looking down at Draco. "Really? Could you come up with something bloody original for once? Or are you really that simple? But then again, it would appear so. I mean, since you walk into me and then can't bloody well admit it. No, you have to curse at me instead. You spout of the same bloody trash as Voldemort." Draco's eyes widen. " Yeah. I bloody said his name. Do you want people to think you follow him? Do you want people to think you're a bloody hypocrite just like him? He's not a pureblood. But I bet you don't call him a half-blood or remind him in any way that he isn't a Pureblood. Just because you're simply not brave enough for that. Are you, Ferret? So why don't you bloody get. Out. Of. My. Way."

Malfoy's eyes widen farther as he lets out a gasp. He hadn't expected that. He takes the girl in as if seeing her for the first time, pondering and appreciating the strength that she suddenly showed. He wondered why the rest of the trio wasn't with her, but glad at the same time.

She didn't wait for him to move, but goes ahead and just walks into the compartment. She sees another boy, Zambini, sitting inside, but doesn't immediately recognize him. He is wearing silver and green robes though. She grins slightly as she realizes that Ron had been wrong--she wasn't the only one to show up in uniform. She just sizes this boy up as one of Malfoy's friends. She sits down across from him keeping her back straight and chin level. She closes her eyes wanting to try to relax before a professor walks in here to talk to both of them. She isn't bothered that she went off on Malfoy, but she doesn't want to say the wrong thing to a professor. She takes a few deep breaths before opening her eyes again. She looks across to the boy, who is staring back at her as if he finds something rather amusing. She wonders if he heard her altercation in the hallway, and turns slightly pink. He grins in response.

Headmistress McGonagall walks in breaking the silence. "Mr. Zambini and Miss Granger. I see the summer has treated both of you nicely. It is wonderful to see you. I hope that the two of you are ready for your duties and your studies this year. I also hope that both of you realize that you can come to me and talk about anything you may need to." She pulls her lips tight. "I am aware that the two of you are from rival houses, but you are Head Girl and Head Boy and I will not tolerate any...disharmony between the two of you. You are to present a unified front before the other students so that they may see how house differences do not mean two people can not get along. I hope I am being perfectly clear. Now, I know the two of you will not always agree, and that is perfectly fine. I would suggest discussing everything in private first before having meetings with the prefects, or make sure can calmly discuss your disagreements in public. Now, on top of the duties for prefects--and both of you have been prefects so I assume you do not need to be reminded-- I expect both you to hold weekly meetings with the prefects and keep an eye on them." Her face warms up a bit with a smile as she adds. "I expect both of you also to continue to be the model students that you are. When we get back, I will show the two of you to where you will be staying this year. If there are any questions, you may ask them at that time. Right now, I must go brief the prefects on their duties. Good day." With that she walks out.

Hermione turns to look at Blaise Zambini. He is still looking at the door, so she takes the time to really look at him. She is, after all, going to spend a lot of time in close proximity to him. She takes in his short dark brown hair. It looks so soft, even his eyebrows. She grins a bit when she thinks that. The brown goes nicely with his blue eyes. Such pretty blue eyes looking so deep. His complexion is smooth, and she wishes she had skin like that. She wore make-up to make hers look nice. But he doesn't have to. His lips also look soft and she wonders if he uses lip balm or if they just are like that. She uses lip balm, and also brushes her lips. She had begun to do a little bit in an attempt to look better, and noticed a difference. She's noticed she gets more attention from boys and girls. People are a little friendlier to her now. Not that Ron had or would notice. He wouldn't notice her until she was the last girl left. A scowl forms across her face as she thinks about Ron.

"Really, Miss Granger, that look doesn't fit you." Blaise gives her a playful grin. "I much liked the fire in your eyes better. That look you had when you came in here after yelling at Draco. But I always found that confidence looks good on a woman."

"Really. Why do you care?" She starts to feel her cheeks get warm. "Besides shouldn't you be upset that I yelled at your friend?"

He keeps grinning. "Aw. Are you not used to receiving compliments, Miss Granger? I would like to get along with you this year just like the Headmistress suggested. I'm sure you don't want to disappoint her. And as for Draco. It's not liked you lied. But he probably didn't expect you to think anything along those lines. I also would not lie to him or coddle him, and he knows it. It's why we are such good friends. Now, that is something that I won't change. He will be coming over to visit, and as much as I enjoyed you yelling. I must ask you to restrain yourself in the future. I'm not asking that you be friends. And before you say anything, he will know better than to start a yelling match with you. Remember: we are supposed to be model students. What do you want to talk about at the meeting tonight? I assume we should have the first get together tonight after the opening ceremony." Hermione starts to glare at him.

She doesn'tlike the way he is talking to her. He probably just sees her as a weak little girl just like everyone else. She vows prove them wrong this year. Prove them all wrong. Besides, if Malfoy hadn't called her mudblood then she wouldn't have yelled at him. She could leave him alone. It was him that couldn't leave her alone. Selfish fool. He should have seen her. It's not like she's bloody invisible. She thought his pride does tend to get so inflated that he can't see around it. Either his pride or his hair. Though that blond hair always looks nice. Malfoy probably doesn't have to do anything with his hair. He probably just rolls out of bed with it looking nice. Unlike her, spending an hour getting ready each morning.

She looks across and sees Zambini still looking at her. Why is he still looking at her she wonders.

"What are you thinking in that head of yours, Granger?"

"What?!"

"Well, I can see the wheels in your head spinning but you still haven't said anything. Cat got you're tongue? Or were you lost in thoughts of your boyfriend?" He smirks with the last part especially as her face turns red.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I don't have a boyfriend." She turns her head to look out the door. "But I'm sorry. I forgot about your question. I think we should play some games tonight. You know, something to try and break the ice. We could split the prefects up so that we play guys vs. girls and that way we have equal number from each house on the teams. What do you think?"

"Sounds nice. Except for then the boys side will have two Slytherin and the girls will get two Gryffindors. However, split by gender, the teams might be able to compensate. I'm up for it. I wonder if making it a competition between genders will actually make them forget about houses for a little bit? What do you think, Granger?"

"Exactly." Her face lights up. "I think Pictionary would be fun."

A/N: This chapter was up before, but has been edited and mistakes corrected thanks to stretchingthelimits. I'm so glad she beta'd this. Also I will try to keep the updates regular, but unfortunately no promises as things have a tendency to get in the way. Of mice and men...

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