Head Duties – Even Unbearable Ones

.Chapter 1.

Hermione's Morning

"..." – talking

'...' – thoughts

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Hermione was running through a forest chasing someone. Who? A question she would like answered too. The person was a giant blur, always running from her. It would stop and wait for her when she got out of breath, but ran when she ran. She figured that it was her meant-to-be. Her mother had been telling her that she had a person out there for her; she just hadn't caught him yet. So she started having these dreams. Endless dreams of running and waking up in a sweat.

"Hermione! It's time to get up sweetheart. We have to leave for Kings Cross at 9:30. You have two hours. Move!" her mom yelled from the bottom of the stairs. Hermione groaned. School starts today. 'I'm head girl. I'M HEAD GIRL!'

"Oh my granny! I have two hours to get ready and I'm Head Girl!" she said as she ran to the shower only to find that her father was in it. "DAD! I have to take a shower! School starts today and I'm Head Girl!"

"Hermione, chill. I'm out." Her father said to her as he walked out of the bathroom with a towel on.

"Dad, get some clothes on! That's gross. Thanks for the bathroom though." She told him as she ran into the bathroom. She was in and out in thirty minutes. That's doing her hair, brushing her teeth, and putting on makeup. 'Yay. An hour 'n a half to pack and get food.'

"Honey, it's time to go. Are you ready?" her mom poked her head around the door.

"Yes mum. Let's go. I think I have everything. If not then will you please send it?"

"Sure darling. Get your things in the car. Your father had an appointment today so he can't go with us."

Hermione was a little depressed to hear that because her father was like her best friend. 'Oh well, I will letter him.' Ten minutes later, they were rolling along the road to Kings Cross.