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Chapter 1

Two Views

Hermione awoke September 1 with the grim determination of someone would be royally pissed off if she didn't get what she wanted. And she wanted to be head girl. And kick Malfoy's ass, but that was an entirely different thought process.

"Hunny? Are you ever going to wake up? We have to leave in ten minutes." Her mother knocked slightly on the door.

"Oh shit!" Hermione said under her breath. Louder she replied, "I'm coming Mom! Just a sec."

Grabbing her blue jeans and red shirt that she had laid out the night before, she hopped to her bathroom, pulling on clothes as she went. She brushed her hair and teeth in about two minutes a piece. She put on just a touch of eyeliner and mascara. She grabbed her hair and pulled it back into a ponytail. She quickly checked her room one last time for anything she may have forgot.

"Ahha!" She whispered to a book on her bed, "Thought you'd get to stay, didn't you."

Grabbing the book, she picked up her jean jacket off the floor and left her bedroom, turning out the light as an afterthought. She rushed down the stairs thinking happily of the time she would spend with Harry and Ron, sure Voldemort was still around, but if he showed up, they'd kick his ass together for the 6th time. It was going to be a blast. And as 7th years, they basically ruled the school. Not that she could ever do anything to hurt someone in any way shape or form…well, except Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Crabbe, Goyle, or , alright, most of the Slytherins, Hermione concluded silently.

"Hermione!" Her dad was snapping his fingers in front of her face.

"Sorry, Dad. Spaced out." Having given a reason, she turned towards the kitchen to pick up her daily toaster strudel.

Hermione Granger was a 17 year old witch, who, for the past six years, had wanted to be head girl at her school, Hogwarts.

"Oh my god-ssh. We have got to go Mom!" Hermione sprang out of her chair and went to make sure her trunk was in the back of the car. "Hey Crookshanks." She motioned for the purring ball of orange fur to move over as she called for her parents one last time.

Yes, she decided, this year was going to be lots of fun.

This year is going to be such a drag. Draco Malfoy decided sullenly, looking into the mirror above Platform 9 ¾. I mean, that bitch Granger is going to be Head Girl and Potty's probably going to be Head Boy, even though he was never a prefect. Man, that Granger was peculiar. She always had her head stuck in a book and, until the end of last year had been dating an international Quidditch star she hardly ever saw. And, Draco added twitching a hair into place, she doesn't like me. Seeing as how most girls follow me around like mice following cheese, there is just something weird about that. Not that I want her too, Draco thought defiantly then added as an after thought, or almost all of those other girls.

"Screw it!" he said out loud. "My hair will just not spike today! This is proof that nothing will go as planned this year."

Glaring at a few first years that were staring at him, he trudged towards the train. Where is the "Dream team" anyway? Draco wondered curiously.