Hermione's frizzled brown hair flew back and forth as she paced the room.

She shoved her fists into the pocket on the front of her baby blue hoody as she sat down on the soft covers of her bed.

Reluctantly she grabbed the letter sitting just to her left and read it over, making sure she hadn't misread the it the first nine times.

"Malfoy, head boy?" Hermione sighed. How was she to get through her last year?

"This is impossible, absolutely impossible...that rat is going to be?....ugh. Dumbledore must have made a mistake"