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-Kaycee

He tiptoed through the hallway, unaware of exactly who or what had been following him. He did know, however, that if he didn't get out of the house soon he would be killed or worse, he would have to explain exactly why he was there and face thetreacherous consequences that would almost certainly have him begging for death. As he was running, he started to think about just how he got into this lovely predicament in the first place. He cursed himself as he thought about what he had given up to be in this very place, at this very moment, running for his life. And like so many times before, he thought back to that girl, the girl that that changed his entire world..the girl he loved more than life itself...

3 Months Earlier

"Hermione, will you hurry up already, we're late as it is and I don't want to miss the train!"

"I'm coming, Ron! Slow down!"

Hermione signed as she quickly hurried through the platform, trying to catch up with her two very best friends. It was their last year at Hogwarts and she was about to board the train for the very last time. It seemed like only yesterday they had met for the very first time and now they had all grown so much. She and Ron were sort of dating now, and Harry and Ginny had been together an entire year. Of course, they had also fought

"Well Well Well, if it isn't Granger all alone, and without her favorite boy toys I might add."

"Sod Off, Malfoy, i'm surprised your idiotic goons aren't trailing after you. Or have they have finally wised up and realized how much of a prick you really are?"

"I'd watch it if I were you, mudblood. All alone, someone could get hurt, someone like you"

And with that he smirked, and was gone. After her confrontation with him third year, he was careful not to push Hermione too far. She loved that even though he wouldn't admit it, he was afraid of her. As she was just about to give up her hunt for the boys, she suddenly spotted that familiar mane of ginger hair heading into a nearby compartment. Fighting through the mess of first year students, she finally managed to make it to the train car and soon was settled into her seat and in deep conversation with Ron and Harry about this year's quidditch team.

"Did you see that bloke Thomas Alden at the match the other day? He has to be the best seeker I have ever seen! I think he might give you a run for your money this year, Harry." Ron and Hermione both laughed.

Harry wasn't amused.

" I'm the captain, and also seeker. Thomas Alden couldn't be the seeker even if he wanted to be, not that he could beat me anyway." Harry defended happily.

They both exchanged glances and left it at that.

"Hermione, Ron said changing the subject, who do you suppose is going to be elected Head Boy and Head Girl this year?"

Deep down Hermione already knew the answer to that; she had only been working towards it since her very first day.

"I have no idea, Ron, they cannot decide that until every vote has been counted,"

Okay so she lied. She did have to sound admirable after all. Nobody likes an arrogant leader.

When they arrived at Hogwarts some short time later, Hermione did not get that usual feeling of completeness that had always been there in previous years. Dumbledore was gone, and nothing would ever feel right at that school again.

"Boys and Girls! Will you be quiet!" yelled Professor McGonagall.

She had taken over the post of headmaster in Dumbledore's absence.

"Now that I have your attention, I would like to start this new year off by saying a few words in remembrance of the man that we all held so dear to our hearts..."

Hermione knew all too well the events that had taken place that night. The look in Harry's eyes when he lost yet another person in his life. The way Snape had looked when he fled with the other death eaters, and most of all...

she glanced over at Draco Malfoy who was suspiciously glaring back at her.

..most of all she remembered him, the one who was graciously welcomed back to school by everyone due to lack of evidence linking him to Voldermort. The one who would no doubt be the death of her insanity, the one who would be..

"Head boy" she heard Professor McGonagall say

"HEAD BOY?" Hermione's head was screaming at her

No way, she must have heard wrong, no way that she just heard her worst enemy is now Head Boy.

She looked over at Harry for some sort of sign that she had heard wrong. Her worst fears were confirmed in his eyes, Draco Malfoy had indeed been made Head Boy.

Suddenly her heart sank, who would be chosen as Head Girl? No way she could suffer through a year with Malfoy, sharing a common room alone would be insufferable, but to be on the same side as that filth, she couldn't bear to think of it.

Maybe she wouldn't be chosen though, I mean there were so many other candidates worthy of this, Amelia Novine had worked really hard the past year, maybe she would get it. Yes, thats it, Amelia would be chosen and Hermione would be free.

"And this year's Head Girl is...Hermoine Granger."