Here is the first Chapter to my first ever fanfiction. I hope you like it. Review with ideas for the plot and just general comments if you please :) Also, thanks to my beta JeezeJess, you're amazing m'dear.

I hope to post the next chapter in the next couple of days.

Without further ado, here is Saved From Servitude.

"Happy birthday, Head Girl!"

I awoke with a start and yelped when I saw Harry and Ron hovering over my bed, grinning like buffoons. I pulled my covers closer to my chest and swore silently, knocking a pile of presents off the bed in the process. The two boys looked incredibly excited and much younger than their seventeen years of age. Harry's incredibly green eyes were shining with excitement and Ron's cheeks were slightly pink from his barely contained glee.

"Hey guys," I managed with a weak smile, whilst rubbing my eyes, "Thank you, but what are you doing here so early?"

"It's not that early… well it's 7 o'clock but we thought you'd forgive us. Besides we came to wish you a happy birthday, you muppet! Unless you forgot your own birthday?" Harry said with a cheeky grin.

"Yeah, you're 18 for crying out loud! You should be celebrating - you were going on about it enough!" Ron said and then proceeded to do a poor imitation of me, "I'm going to be eighteen soon! Then I'll be an adult in both the Wizarding and Muggle world! It's going to be oh so exciting!"

"I do not sound like that!" I protested somewhat grumpily, ignoring the boys' chuckles, "and of course I didn't forget my birthday, I just didn't expect you to be here so early. That, and I'm a bit groggy, I didn't get much sleep"

"Must have been all the excitement!" Ron was jumping where he sat on the bed as though it was his own birthday. "Come on 'Mione! It's time to get up!"

"Yeah… sure, that was it" I muttered to myself, smiling slightly, briefly replaying some of the previous nights events in my head.

"Seriously, you have to get up! We've got a day full of fun planned and there's a big surprise later this evening!"

"I thought I told you no surprises?" I argued, loosening my grip on my covers in my moment of distress.

"Come on, Hermy!" Harry shouted, using the nickname I despise, and yanked at my covers. They fell away to reveal me in underwear that was more lace than actual material.

"What the…" Both boys chorused.

Oh Christ. Just what I need this early in the morning and on my birthday too! Well I suppose it's not too bad at the moment. It could be much, much worse. But then, of course, when did anything ever go the way I want? Never, that's when, and, as if on cue, my peaceful morning went from slightly hectic to plain chaotic in the space of 30 seconds.

The sound of running water, something the two boys had failed to hear, suddenly turned off and a gentle cough could be heard through the door. I grabbed the covers back from Harry's hands as he and Ron turned towards the door. The door opened to reveal the Head Boy with a towel around his waist.

"What's all the noise about?" asked the young man standing in the doorway, before realising who was in the room.

I covered my ears and flopped back on the bed as Ron erupted.

"WHAT THE FUCK?"