It's Fair in the Game of Love
E.N- I had a sudden urge to write this thing, idk why, but it's going to rock. (Like my socks)
Hermione awoke with a start. She looked out the window into the vast emptiness of nighttime. "Wow," she muttered. She looked up at the stars and expected to see some miraculous scene of dazzling twilights. But no, there were just little dots scattered across the horizon.
She threw back the sheets and set her two feet on the plush tan carpet. She pushed back her long, honey blonde hair and walked towards the white door leading to the outside world. She pushed it open. It made a slight creaking sound. She cringed and walked down the staircase. Her bare feet thumping down each step.
She entered the kitchen. What a beautiful room. Most likely the most intriguing room in the house. The floors were linoleum. Checkered linoleum, that is. The walls were covered in ice cream cones and smoothes. Old-fashioned coke bottled lined the tops of the oak cabinets. She pulled at one of the old fashion handles and looked inside the little box that contained her favorite sweets. Brownies. She retrieved a china plate out of another cabinet and set one of the brownies on it. She grabbed a fork out of a little drawer and sat down at the dining room table and started eating.
As she ate, she thought about the upcoming school year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her 7th and final year. She had gotten the letter in the mail (Muggle family means no owls) that said she was this years Head Girl. She hadn't gotten the news about the Head Boy yet. She hoped it would be one of her two best friends in the whole wide world, Ron Weasley or Harry Potter. Knowing Ron though, he'd return the postage saying that he would not like to follow in his older brother, Percy Weasley's, footsteps. She did not know about Harry, he was certainly capable of becoming the next Head Boy. But of course it is very non-likely to have the Head Boy and Head Girl in the same house.
She heard a creak coming from up the stairs, probably just her mother going to the Powder Room or something. But, just in case, she placed her fork and plate into the dishwasher and headed back into her own bedroom.
Luckily, she didn't run into her mother on the frightful trip back into her comfy bedroom, but she had run into her cat Crookshanks. He was the one making the creaking noise, probably just hunting for mice or something.
Hermione climbed back into her canopy bed and squirmed back under the comfy sheets. She lay awake for awhile, thinking, but soon enough, she drifted into an easy sleep.
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E.N.-Hopefully you kind of liked the 1st chapter. I was just trying to fit the story around the fact that she was Head Girl.