"Dom! Our Hogwarts letters are here!" shouted Louis Weasley.

Dominique was going to start her last year at Hogwarts along with James, Fred, Vivienne and Abigail while Louis was about to start his fifth year with Roxanne, Alice and the Scamander twins.

Dominique ran down the stairs. "Give me my letter!" she said to Louis, excitedly.

Louis handed it to her. "It's sort of heavy, isn't it?" he said, his eyes wide.

Dominique stared at the thick envelope in her hands. "You don't think…?" she whispered to her brother.

"No." Louis whispered back.

Slowly, Dominique opened her letter very carefully, as though it would explode any minute. Taking out the bundle, she kept the book list aside and opened up another folded piece of parchment.

Dear Miss Weasley,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been appointed Head Girl of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for the year 2022-23.

You will join the Head Boy and your team of Prefects in the Heads compartment of the Hogwarts Express on 1st September to discuss your duties.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Headmistress.

As she opened the letter, a small and shiny gold badge fell into her lap. She picked it up gingerly and read the words Head Girl engraved on it.

"MUM, DAD, DOMMIE'S HEAD GIRL!" Louis shouted, a confused, yet happy expression on his face.

Dominique still couldn't believe it. Head Girl? For real? This was big. She hadn't even been a prefect and now, Head Girl. She had honestly not expected it. If there was anything that she had expected, it was being made Quidditch captain. She was a very good Quidditch player. But not this.

"Oh, Dominique! I am so proud of you!" her mother exclaimed, hugging her.

"Good on you, Dommie!" said Vic, patting her sister's back while Bill Weasley beamed at her.

"Oh my god, I'm Head Girl!" she cried, as though it just sunk in. "Oh my god!"

"Zat ees two of you! Now, Louis, eet ees your turn" Fleur said, looking at her youngest one and laughing.

And of course, Dom becoming Head Girl called for a feast prepared by Grandma Molly at the Burrow with the entire Weasley-Potter clan present.

"So, Dom, Head Girl, eh?" said Ted, her DADA teacher and soon to be brother-in-law, patting her on the back.

"Yeah. I still can't believe it" said Dominique, smiling.

"We can, miss goody-two-shoes" said Fred and James joining the duo. "We always knew our Dommie would do us proud." James sniffed, wiping a non-existent tear from under his eye.

"Yeah, Dom. How could you do this to us? We'll have to watch out this year, James. We could just land up in detention. Imagine the horror." said Fred, clutching at his heart.

"Give it a rest you two" said Dominique, rolling her eyes.

"Oh, yes, the main question- who's Head Boy?" asked James, looking at her.

"I don't know." Dominique answered truthfully. She had been wondering who it could possibly be, but she hadn't come to a satisfactory conclusion. She had hoped it wasn't her ex, Ethan Macmillan. No, it definitely wouldn't be him. A number of names ran through her head, but she crossed them all out. How did it matter? She got along with almost everyone. It wouldn't be a problem.

August ended fast enough and before she knew it, Dominique was hugging her parents goodbye at King's Cross station on the first of September at 10:45 am.

"Prends soin de toi. 'Ave a nice year" her mother said, kissing her on the cheeks.

"Write regularly," said her father, giving his daughter a one-armed hug. "And no funny business." He said sharply, looking her in the eye.

"Yes, Papa" said Dominique smiling up at him. She knew exactly why he was concerned. His daughter was going to be sharing the Heads' common room with a boy. She had a faint idea about the nightmares that were running through her father's mind. But her father knew that she was responsible enough to take care of herself and this thought lessened his worry.

Dominique boarded the train with Albus while Louis ran off to meet his friends.

Soon, Hugo, Lily, Fred, James and Roxanne joined them.

"Where's Vivienne?" Dominique asked. "The train leaves in five minutes."

"I'll go look" said James, leaving the compartment.

Dominique sighed.

"What's wrong?" Lily asked her.

"Just a little nervous, I guess." she replied, tucking her shoulder length copper hair behind her ears, something she always did when she was nervous.

"You'll be great. Don't worry." Lily said, encouragingly, squeezing the older girl's hand and giving her a smile. Dominique smiled back.

She turned her attention to a metamorphomagus ring that Fred had taken out and was showing to the others.

The train began to move.

"Where are they?" said Roxanne, worried.

Right at that moment, the door of the compartment slid open to reveal James and Vivienne, both slightly out of breath.

"Viv! Where were you?" shouted Lily.

"Yeah, arse! We thought you'd miss the train" said Dominique.

"Guys, relax, you know I always make it in the end." Vivienne winked. "Oh and Dom, congratulations on becoming Head Girl!" she said, hugging her friend.

"Thanks, Viv." said Dominique, returning it. "I should get going then." she said.

"Scare the shit out of them, Dommie." said Fred, patting her on the back and Dominique gave him a weak smile.

On reaching the prefect's carriage, she tucked her hair behind her ears once again and took a deep breath. Pulling open the door, she said, "Hey, everyone."

The prefects turned to look at her. "Hey" they replied in unison. Dominique looked at Rose for some comfort as her cousin smiled at her.

She looked around for the Head Boy, but he hadn't arrived yet. Dominique quickly performed a head count to check if all prefects were present. Yes, all twenty-four were here. She wondered if she had to wait for the Head Boy to start assigning patrolling duties. She decided she would carry on.

"So, all of you will be patrolling corridors in pairs, according to-" Dominique began.

"Sorry I'm late" said a deep male voice, right over her shoulder, cutting her in mid-sentence.

Dominique turned around. Before her, stood the stooped, panting figure of Aidan Davis.

Wait. Aidan Davis was Head Boy? Aidan Davis was Head Boy. Yep. McGonagall had finally lost it. Aidan Davis was the most arrogant person that Dominique had ever met. She hadn't even considered him in the group of seventh year boys fit to be a Head. He was rich, spoilt, conceited, selfish, and… and-! She couldn't even think of adjectives suitable enough to define him.

"What're you looking at, ginger?" he said, looking at her with his hazel colored eyes.

Dominique looked away. No. You will not hold past grudges against him. You're more mature than that. Don't let him get to you.

"As I was saying," she began again, "You'll be patrolling the corridors along with your co-prefect of the same year. There will be a prefect meeting tomorrow in the Headmistress's office at four in the evening. That's all for now, you may go."

The crowd of prefects dispersed quickly. Dominique felt slightly happy. Instructing the prefects about what they have to do is one of those things that makes you feel like that.

"So, ginger," Aidan began, making Dominique jump, as she had forgotten that he was in the room.

"What?" she replied, turning to look at him.

"Let's be friends" he said, holding out his hand to the red-haired girl. Dominique raised her eyebrows at his gesture.

"You don't want to be friends?" he smiled, withdrawing his hand and running it through his hair. "Okay. I was hoping we could be friends, seeing as we're Head Boy and Girl, and that we'll be sharing the common room-"

"How did you become Head Boy?" she interrupted, unable to control herself. She was getting slightly impatient. Calm down she told herself.

"Well, ginger, that's a pretty bold question coming from yourself," he said, smirking. "Why, I'm only the top student of the year apart from the fact that I'm an amazing leader and amazing student, overall. Not to mention that I'm extremely good looking and rich…" he trailed off.

"You left out your best qualities, Davis." she said, spitefully. No. Do not drop to his level, Dominique.

"Oh, and what might they be, ginger?" Aidan replied, in a falsely sweet voice.

"Oh, only that you're a prat and an arrogant bighead, not to mention highly egoistic and self-centered. And stop calling me ginger." she spat.

"I'm highly flattered that you think of me in this way." he said, nonchalantly, amused at her flaring up. "And 'ginger' happens to suit you, so I've decided to call you that."

Dominique was getting angrier. She took in a deep breath and forced a smile on her face.

"Let's just stay out of each other's business. If we get lucky, we might be able to get through this year in peace." she said, gulping down her anger, something that was clearly visible to the Slytherin boy.

"So is that what a Veela looks like when she's angry?" he laughed. SLAP Dominique had slapped him across the face. Big, hot tears filled her eyes but she blinked them away. The already quiet room went quieter.

"Don't ever call me that.." she whispered.

Aidan looked at her, shocked, one hand on his cheek.

"Shit, ginger, don't cry-" he began, but Dominique turned away and walked out of the carriage.

She made a quick detour to the washroom and washed her face over and over so that it didn't look like she had cried. She hated being part-Veela. A seductress. A siren. It wasn't really as bad as she made it sound, but to her, that was what being a Veela was. And he knew. Aidan Davis knew that.

He had found out in their third year and that was precisely why she hated him.

"Have a good year, Dominique" she said to herself, looking at her reflection in the mirror.