None of the characters in this story are mine, they belong to J.K. Rowling! Enjoy reading. :)

Chapter 1 – Heads

A loud whistle came from the Hogwarts Express. It was about time to get on the train, if he wanted to get to the school this year. With slow, confident steps he walked down the platform flanked by Crabbe one his left side, Goyle on his right.

He looked at the train windows as he passed by them, watching the mixture of familiar and unfamiliar faces, and every time his silver-grey eyes met the frightened eyes of an unknown first year student, he quickly assessed him or her. Most of them got busy turning their eyes away from this scary seventh year boy, with the unpleasant smirk and the judging glance.

Draco Malfoy moved on, unaffected by the effect he had on the children. But all of a sudden, something made him stop and stare as if he had been hypnotized: The head and torso of a seventeen-year-old girl appeared from one of the windows.

Her thick, brown hair was flowing in the wind and the smoke from the train's smokestack surrounded her. She smiled as she reached out for her parents on the platform, to hold their hands one last time, before the train would set going.

Draco was paralyzed. And it was scaring the hell out of him, because he knew this girl; it was Granger! GRANGER! The mudblood! He had seen her a million times, and he hated her like poison. So why in the world wasn't he able to move? Why did he find himself thinking how beautiful she looked?

A yell brought him out of his trance: "Draco! The train is starting! Come ON!" Goyle pushed him in the back, and ran after Crabbe, who was already on his way into the train. Draco ran after them, looking back at where she'd been; she was gone.

Hermione dropped down on the seat opposite Harry and Ron and gave them a smile. "So," she said. "How was your summer?"

"Awful!" Harry groaned. "The Dursleys will be the death of me! Dudley has been a nightmare. He got a new baseball bat for his birthday, and I tell you: He hasn't used it for baseball once!" He pulled up his sleeve and showed them a huge bruise on his upper arm.

The other two looked terrified. "Good thing you won't have to stay with them after finishing this school year, huh?" Ron said. "With all your gold, you can easily by a nice little house in Hogsmeade, if you want." He had a dreamy look on his face.

"Nah, I was actually thinking of something a little closer to your house," Harry said, and winked at his best friend. "And you can of course come live with me, if you want. We'll buy a huge house. Or a mansion! Or a castle! Bigger than Hogwarts!" They all laughed.

They had a long and amusing talk about their craziest dreams for the future, and they didn't even realize how far away from London they were, until the lady with the candy trolley knocked on the door to their compartment, and asked them if they wanted to buy something. They suddenly realized that they were starving all three, so they bought two pumpkin pies each, and a bunch of chocolate frogs.

After swallowing the last bite of pie, Hermione decided that she had to tell them what she'd been holding back all afternoon. She looked out of the window, and then turned her eyes to her two friends. Normally she would have been happy and exited about the news she'd got this summer, but not this time. This was different. This time there was a snag in it.

"Look guys, there's something I have to tell you." She took a deep breath. "I've been chosen to be head girl this year."

The boys opened their eyes wide. "Wow, Hermione, that's great news!" Harry said, but then he discovered the bitterness of her face. "What's wrong?"

"Well…" Hermione said. "The head boy is… Malfoy."

Ron looked sceptically on her. "No way…" he said.

"Oh, I'm sure it will be… alright Ron." Hermione's voice didn't sound convincing at all.

Just then Malfoy opened the door.

"Talk of the devil," Ron muttered.