Hermione stared at where a cloud of deep gray smoke was emanating from. She smiled at the exquisite and enormous cherry red that was the Hogwarts express. She always loved boarding this train. Since the first time she boarded it, a mere seven years ago from this very day. She remembered how excited she was, just finding out about her being a witch made her want to learn everything there was to learn. She tried to soak in everything she could, every site and sound and smell. She wanted to remember it, her first trip to Hogwarts. And now as she stood there, seven years later, she found she was doing it again. Making a memory of this moment, for this would be here last time to board the Hogwarts express. She sighed, and awaking from her reverie. She picked up her bag, and boarded the train. She walked throughout the aisle, past each compartment, heading towards the one that mattered. She had waited seven years to sit in this one. It was for the head boy and girl. Hermione had gotten her letter a few weeks ago. She was thrilled of course, but stumped as to whom the head boy could be. She was thoroughly disappointed to find out that it was not Ron or Harry. It must be a ravenclaw...at least it's not a slytherin! There was no one in that house that could qualify. "Finally" she said with a sigh, as she arrived to the compartment labeled Heads. We'll here goes she thought as she opened the door.