Hermione stood in the trophy room, studying the lists of exemplary students. One name caught her eye; Gideon Prewett. He was one of Ron's uncles, tragically killed in the war along with his twin brother Fabian. She'd heard all about him of course, how they'd both gone down fighting and had taken twenty Death Eaters along with them.
She looked at the achievements he had reaped over the years. Firstly he'd managed to make both Prefect and Head Boy. They were achievements that Hermione was desperate to claim for herself. She really wanted positions of responsibility because all they could ever do was help her. But on top of this he had never achieved less than one hundred percent on any of his exams. And now Hermione was determined to beat him. She would do that if it was the last thing she did.