CH. 1

Hermione Granger sat at the edge of her bed. She had just received a letter from Professor Dumbledore. Eagerly, she opened it.

Dear Miss Granger,

It is my duty and pleasure to inform you that you will be Head Girl this year at Hogwarts. You will have a private dorm along with the Head Boy. You shall find out who he is once you arrive at Hogwarts. Meanwhile, enjoy the rest of your summer.

Attached is the list of books and equipment you shall need for your 7th and last year at Hogwarts and your Head Girl badge.

Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore.

Hermione started. 'I can't believe I'm Head Girl,' she thought excitedly. 'I wonder who's Head Boy…I hope it's Harry…' She wished desperately with all her heart that it would be.

She had been heartbroken when Harry had first went out with Cho. That was when she had finally realized she had been in love with her best friend.

"Hermione! Dinner's ready!" her mother called from the kitchen. Hermione sighed and got up.

Harry Potter stood at his window. An owl came swooping in. A tag on its foot marked it as a Hogwarts owl. The owl tossed a letter on Harry's bed then promptly flew out the window. He walked over and picked it up.

Dear Mr. Potter,

It is my duty and pleasure to inform you that you will be Head Boy this year at Hogwarts. You will have a private dorm along with the Head Girl. You shall find out who she is once you arrive at Hogwarts. Meanwhile, enjoy the rest of your summer.

Attached is a list of books and equipment you shall need for your 7th and last year at Hogwarts and your Head Boy badge.

Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

Harry read the letter over again. And again. And a fourth time. He couldn't believe it. But in a way, it made sense to him.

Voldemort was dead now. He could not use Harry to get close to Professor Dumbledore. He sighed, recalling the last battle in which he had fulfilled the prophecy.

He wondered who the Head Girl was. There was only one person that could be it. Hermione Granger. Now, Harry often dreamed of her. He had realized that he loved her sincehis 6th year. He had been in St. Mungo's healing after the battle and Hermione was always right next to him when he was awake, comforting him. He couldn't wait for the lasttwo weeks ofsummer at the Dursley's to end. Harry Potter then walked to his bed and fell asleep.