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Chapter 1 – The Head Girl

"You're sure about this?"

"Well, I'm waiting for what you have to say about it," the tall figure standing at the head of the table said. "Your opinions shall affect my final decision."

"I think they're a perfect match!" said a man with a low, but jolly voice near the other end.

"No. It can't be. They are just not right for the job. The girl, probably, but the boy…well. He doesn't fit in," said another one, "Especially after the horrendous acts he caused last year."

"Nonsense!" said the jolly man. "He did not act on his own accord. He was forced, manipulated, blackmailed to commit those actions. That's quite insulting, Pomona. He is a fine student – hardworking, committed, and extremely determined. He will do quite well."

"I do not mean to insult your House, really, Horace. I'm sorry if it sounded that way," Pomona Sprout apologized sincerely. "It's just that, the two of them, they're just incompatible." The kind lady had a hard time searching for the word that would describe the two students they were discussing just perfectly.

"I agree," Professor Vectra said. "Those two have been at each other's throats ever since they stepped foot inside this castle! Why, I wouldn't be surprised if one or both of them ended up injured the second that they are left together!"

"Let's have a little optimism, people!" the small man, who was mounted on the pile of books on top of a stool, old and crippled, but a joyful sparkle still in his eyes, said. "I believe the two of them can pull it off!"

"Yes, I am with Professor Slughorn and Professor Flitwick on that," said the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. "Both are extremely bright students. They would know better than to hex each other if they would like to keep their positions, which I'm sure they would."

"Give it a chance. Give them a chance," Horace Slughorn pleaded. "Please."

Every eye in the room turned towards their new Headmaster – or, Headmistress, rather. Someone shuffling at the back caught the stiff old woman's eye.

"What do you think, Argus?"

"Who? Me?" the man asked quite rudely. "As far as I know, those two fellas never gave me any trouble, whatsoever. I'm quite fine with that."

"What say you, Rubeus?" she asked the large man standing near the door.

"Well, professor, I'm a'right with yer decision," Rubeus Hagrid replied.

Minerva McGonagall sighed. Majority of the staff was in favor of the two students she had chosen. Only the Herbology and Arithmancy professors seemed to oppose the others.

"It is final, then," Professor McGonagall announced. "Hermione Granger of Gryffindor House and Draco Malfoy of Slytherin House shall be the Head Girl and Head Boy for this term, repectively. This meeting is adjourned, thank Merlin."

Am I in Hogwarts? Hermione Granger asked herself as she pushed the pile of pillows and her comforter off.

She always woke up like this, wondering if she was in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, or not. Every morning, she'd been expecting to see the high scarlet colored drapes hanging over her four poster bed which was covered with a bedspread of the same color. But no, there was no four poster bed. Every morning, she'd just wake up to see a mountain of pillows on top of her, pale pink bedspreads, and stuffed toys on every inch of the bed. When she got up, she didn't see Lavender, or Parvati. There was no one else in the room with her – except for her cat, Crookshanks – and when she sat up she just saw the TV hanging on her pale pink wall.

She frowned as she realized that she was not in Hogwarts, at all. She was in her parents' house, in Surrey.

A knock came on the door, and her mother stepped into her room.

"Good morning, sweetheart. You're up early. Is anything wrong?"

"No, Mum, nothing's wrong. I just –" Hermione sighed. "I just thought I was in Hogwarts."

Mrs. Granger frowned. "Oh, come now. You've only a month to go before you have to get back on the train. Haven't you been enjoying your stay here?"

"Oh, No, Mum, not at all! I've been having a spectacular time with you and Dad!" Hermione admitted sincerely. "I just miss my friends…I haven't seen Harry or Ron or Ginny for two months now."

I'm even starting to think I miss Malfoy, Hermione thought. Her boredom and loneliness was what she thought brought this on.

"Didn't you send Harry a greeting for his birthday?"

"Yeah, I did. He didn't send back a reply. His aunt and uncle probably don't allow him to let his owl fly out," Hermione shared. "Poor Hedwig – she's Harry's owl, Mum. She's all cooped up in her cage all summer."

"Speaking of owls…" Mrs. Granger turned towards Hermione's window. A tawny owl, baring a resemblance to the owls that brought over letters from Hogwarts over the years, was perched on her windowsill.

Hermione got out of bed and took a treat out of the bowl that she kept for the owls. She placed it inside the owl's beak and petted him fondly. As he flew away, nipping his treat, Hermione sat back on the bed and tore the envelope open. She read the letter out loud for her mother to hear.

Hogwarts School

Of

Witchcraft and Wizardry

Miss Hermione Granger,

After careful consideration by the school staff, we are pleased to inform you that you have been chosen to serve Hogwarts School as Head Girl for the upcoming term. Congratulations. Please note that the Headmistress shall meet you and the Head Boy onboard the Hogwarts Express on the first of September, at 11 AM, in the Heads' compartment.

Enclosed within the envelope are your badge and the list of books and supplies that you shall need for your seventh year.

We hope to see you in a month's time. Good day.

Filius Flitwick

Deputy Headmaster

"Let me see that, please." Hermione left the letter on the bed for her mother as she emptied the envelope of all its contents. Hermione stared at the shiny Head Girl badge that fell out.

"Looks like you're not going back to Gryffindor Tower, after all, sweetheart," Mrs. Granger observed. She embraced her daughter. I'm so proud of you.

"I'm shocked," Hermione breathed. "I'm Head Girl. And I'm Muggle-born."

"Proves that your blood status has nothing to do with what you can achieve in life," Mrs. Granger pointed out.

"I know," Hermione said. "I wonder who the Head Boy will be. Probably a Ravenclaw."

"You can think of that later. Right now, get dressed and have some breakfast," Mrs. Granger ordered. "You ask Harry if he needs to come along with us, all right, dear. I'll go tell your father that we're heading to Diagon Alley today."