A/N: Hello readers! Are you ready for a new Dramione story? Yes? Well, you're in luck, because I will be posting multiple chapters a day! I had started this story back in November, then hit a serious writers block. I put it aside and worked on some other stuff, then my family and I moved from Hawaii to Las Vegas! We're finally settled in and this story started bugging me in the back of my mind to finally complete, so here we are! I wanted to finish this story before I started posting incase I went through writers block again, but thankfully, I was able to complete it!

Big, big, Hufflepuff hugs and thanks to my Huffle-twin, Sweet Little Bullet, who edited every chapter and pushed me to continue and help me flush out ideas. It's a fluffy piece, with bits of drama here and there.

Dear Miss Hermione Jean Granger,

Congratulations! You have been chosen as the Head Girl during the 1998/1999 school term at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!

Enclosed is your badge as well as your pass to sit in the train car designated for the Head Boy and Girl, as well as Prefects, on the Hogwarts Express. As with your Prefect duties before, you will be required to make rounds on the train to ensure other students are behaving and conducting themselves accordingly. You are allowed to take and give house points as needed.

After the feast on September 1st, please help the Gryffindor First years to their dormitories then come to my office to receive more instruction on your duties for the year. The password is Figg.

Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Headmistress of Hogwarts

Hermione read the letter over and over again, each time causing her to smile to widen. She was on the Hogwarts Express, sitting alone in her compartment in the specified car on the train.

Head Girl! She couldn't believe it!

She had missed all of her seventh year during the war and was already happy enough that the Headmistresses was letting anyone come back to complete their schooling if they wanted too. But to receive the honor of being Head Girl as well? She was ecstatic!

Of course, Harry and Ron teased her, saying of course she'd be Head Girl. She was still sad they wouldn't be joining her, going off to be Aurors instead, but at least she knew that this year, she'd only have to worry about her own studies and not theirs as well.

She checked her wristwatch and realized that it was nearly time to start her first round on on the train. She gave Crookshanks a little scritch behind his ear as she passed him, earning a purr in return, then headed out the compartment door.

She checked in on the Prefects first, reminding them that they needed to do their rounds in a few minutes time. She assigned them to specific cars to check ahead of her, then she would do her own sweep after them. She looked around and noticed all the students looking at her all had Prefect badges and wondered briefly where the Head Boy was. 'Perhaps he was apparating to the school gates', she thought to herself.

As the other students headed out of the car, Hermione looked around her now empty one and grumbled as she saw that some of the compartments were already littered with trash. She tsked under her breath as she began to pick up candy wrappers from the floor.

After giving the Prefects ample amount of time to do their rounds, she made her way to the end of the car to head onto the others to start her own round. She noticed however, that one of the last compartments in the back of the car was closed and it looked like someone was inside. Sighing to herself, thinking it was one of the Prefects trying to skip on his or her duties, she opened the door, ready to reprimand them, when she stopped and stared, seeing the last person she expected.

"Malfoy?" she finally asked, as if making sure it was really him.

He was sitting by himself, with his head leaning against the window, staring out onto the vast landscape outside. He looked worn and tired. When she said his name, it was the first time he realized she had even opened the compartment door.

He turned to her and frowned. "What do you want, Granger?" he asked moodily.

She crossed her arms over her chest and huffed, "You can't be here, Malfoy. This car is for Prefects and the Head Boy and Girl only. Please move to one of the other cars."

He stared at her for a good ten seconds before returning his head against the window and resuming his stare outside. "No," he said.

She gaped at him, "Malfoy-"

"Granger, the train is only half full right now. Does it really matter if I'm in this compartment if no one else is using it?" he said, not looking at her.

"That's not the point. This car is designated for only-"

"Granger, I mean this in the nicest way possible, but fuck off." With a flick of his wand, he closed the compartment door and locked it.

She stared at the door, her anger growing inside. How dare he talk to her like that! She was about to pound on the door until he opened it again, when the Prefects began to return.

Looking at her watch, she cursed herself when she realized she was late on her own rounds. 'I'll come back and deal with him later', she thought.

By the time she was done, she had just enough time to eat a quick lunch before she had gotten called to assist with a few matters in some of the other cars. First, she had to break up a few fights between some third and fourth year Gryffindors and Slytherin students. Then she had to console a few terrified first years, afraid to be away from their families. By the time they reached the Hogsmeade station, Hermione hadn't had a chance to speak to Malfoy again. "Probably best," she mumbled to herself as she ushered students from the train. Hagrid was there, collecting the first years and he did a little wave to Hermione upon seeing her. She gave him a smile and waved back before heading to the carriages. She was momentarily surprised when she saw they weren't being pulled horseless, but by Thestrals. "Of course… they're only seen by those who've witnessed death," she mumbled to herself. She looked around her and seemed to notice almost all the students were a bit weary of the creatures that were now visible to them. She was thankful the First Years took boats.. if any of them could see the Thestrals they'd probably never want to set foot at Hogwarts.

She climbed into a carriage and was happy to see that it was occupied by Ginny and few other Gryffindors from the other years.

"Hermione!" said the fiery redhead, scooting over in the seat to make room for her friend. They exchanged hugs and began talking as if no time had passed between them, since Hermione had spent the remainder of her summer with her family after she retrieved them from Australia.

They reached the castle and entered the Great Hall, waiting patiently for the feast to begin. Hermione looked around the room and realized that unless she had seen it for herself, no one would have ever known that a battle took place here only a few months ago. She wondered how they were able to fix it up so quickly.

The first years arrived and were sorted quickly, as there was only about half the numbers of them then there usually were. She took another glance around the room and saw that the tables were only about half filled, with the Slytherin table even smaller than that. She briefly noticed Malfoy sitting at the very end of his table, staring moodily at the empty plates in front of him.

After the feast, Hermione ushered all the first years to the Gryffindor tower. She gave a tour of the common room then pointed out where the bathrooms and dormitories were. Once everyone was settled, she made her way to the Headmistress's office.

She knocked three times on the door then heard a simple, "Enter" from the other side. She opened the door and saw Headmistress McGonagall, sitting at her desk. She looked up and gave the younger witch a friendly smile, "Ah, good evening Miss Granger. I'll be with you in a moment, I just have some letters I need to attend to."

"Take your time, Headmistress," said Hermione, sitting in one of the two chairs that were in front of the massive desk. She looked around at the portraits on the wall of the past headmasters and headmistresses, most of which were asleep, all except for two, and they were both looking at her. The first was an elderly man that had long, white hair and matching beard with blue eyes behind moon-shaped glasses. His eyes sparkled when they met hers and he gave her a friendly nod in greeting. She returned the gesture then looked at the other portrait. This one was not as friendly as the other but wasn't as hostile as he normally was while he was alive. He looked at her evenly for a few seconds before Severus Snape also gave her a nod in greeting.

A few sharp knocks on the office doors made her jump slightly, momentarily forgetting that the Head Boy would also be attending this meeting as well.

McGonagall looked up from her letter. "Enter," she said just as simply as she had when Hermione knocked. Hermione heard the door open and close and she got up to greet the boy who would be her partner the rest of the term. She turned around, a pleasant smile on her face, and was shocked, once again, to see Draco Malfoy.