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Hermione walked down the train, her robes decorated with the new head girl badge. As she went by first years would wave at her or whisper to their friends about her, older years would greet her and some would scowl. All she had to do was look them in the eye to show them their place.
She slid the door open to the heads compartment and flopped onto the seats, tried from having to get up so early and talk to Ginny for the past three hours about nothing and everything, thaey hadn't seen each other for the summer, Hermione reprimanded herself. But that girl never shut up! She'd had to leave their compartment because Ron was sucking the face off Lavender. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't forget her feelings for the red-headed, hot tempered boy. They had been through too much to was lost in her thoughts and did not notice the blonde head sitting across from her.
"This is the heads compartment, Granger, only the heads are allowed in here" Draco sneered. Hermione sat up, and raised an eyebrow and tapped her badge.
"Being observant is key, Malfoy, if you're going to be head boy." He just looked away out the window,
"I have better things to do than look at you, Beaver,"At that point Hermione showed such a Slytherin like smirk that Malfoy's jaw dropped slightly. At least some things will never change, she thought to herself.
"Close your mouth Malfoy, you'll catch flies."
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They reached the head dorms after the welcome dinner. McGonagall's speech wasn't quite as exciting or random as Dumbledore's. The older years hung their heads and had blank expressions on their faces, remembering those who had fallen, not really paying attention to the headmistress. The magnificent throne Dumbledor had once sat in was empty. Each teacher sat as they had before the school had been destroyed. After the head students had sent the prefects on their way to the common rooms with the bumbling first years, Mcgongall lead them to their rooms.
The heads dorms were warm and vast, a small kitchen to the side and two bedrooms across from each other with a conjoined bathroom. The decorators had ignored house colours, trying to promote house unity. A small smile played on the red lips of the bushy haired head girl.
Hermione walked into her room, walking straight past Malfoy, and started to personalise. Highlighted timetables, passages from books were stuck up around the room along with sheet music of muggle songs. Open books scattered the floor and various hair products took over the shelves of the bathrooms. No matter after how long, her hair was still as wild and untamed. Hermione was tacking up sheet music when she heard a call from the bathroom.
"Hermione! How much space do you need for your crap? I'm moving it!" Hermione dropped the sheets she was holding and Draco walked into her room with an armful of her products dumping them on her bed. Her jaw was hanging open slightly. "Shut your mouth Hermione, you'll catch flies," he made his way out when she whispered
"You just called me Hermione" He stopped looked over his shoulder and said
"Well that is your name, isn't it Granger?" and with that he left.