JKR's best character and her repeat of 7th year (as she and her bests friends were off galavanting through all of Europe after Voldemorts playthings.) And everyone else who survived the 7th book. as a warning, Hermiones gotten quite glib and irreverant, a side effect of all the horror shes witnessed.

-Chapter 1-

Late August, a letter came by owl. Well, I wasn't surprised at that. I was expecting a list of shit to get and things to do. I had been itching to read all the books for next year, get a head start on things. I had high expectations of 7th year. With Voldemort gone and Malfoy being public enemy #1, I figured things could not get better. And I was terribly bored of summer. My parents forced me to take muggle classes at a community college and the boring shit I was forced to learn really got old fast. After 6 years of learning of learning fairly tales and alchemy as Real Life Skills, arithmetic and geography really bored me to death. But there were a few perks, a few skills I'd picked up that I appreciated. How to hold a beer bong, for instance. How to sit back, party and pull the long, thick stick out of my perfect little ass. Yes, I had loosened up considerably. I planned to become slightly irresponsible and vaguely badassed this year. After all, my 2 best friends and I beat down the most feared Dark lord of all time, and I was the top of all my classes. So why not live it up a little? Well, the letter that came by owl (y'know, the one that wasn't a surprise) frankly, shocked the living hell out of me. Along with my list of shit to get and things to do, a Head Girls badge and personal note from McGonagall landed in my lap. A few seconds later my chin followed.

Dear Hermione Granger,

I am pleased to inform you that I have picked you, the brightest, most responsible, and most qualified young witch I have seen in a long while to be this year's head girl. The Head boy you will be working with is Draco Malfoy. He shows leadership qualities that I admire, and though his past was, at times, questionable, trust me when I say there has been a drastic change in his ways.

You to will, together, be head the prefects meetings that meet Thursdays at 6:00pm every other week, you will arrange holiday events together, and keep a united front as you generally watch over and represent Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. Please consider this a great honor and do not disappoint me.

Sincerely,

Headmaster McGonagall

Needless to say, I was a slight bit disappointed. I had forgotten how much I rocked at responsibility before. This summer, I had tried so hard to forget about a lot of things about the past, and in the process had forgotten about my insufferable know-it- allness. Oops. But that wasn't the worst of it- his past was at times questionable?!? Drastically changed his ways?!? DRACO FUCKING MALFOY IS HEAD FUCKING BOY? Strike one, Minerva. I'm already starting to question your managerial decisions. You forgot about all the nerdy young Ravenclaws just stroking their privates thinking of that kind of position! (pun totally intended) This was awful. But I had to do it. I just had to. And now that the owl had arrived, it was time to get a move on to the burrow and meet up with my boys. Ooohhh, and figure out how to tell Ron, without ripping his soul out that I had lost all interest. Poor boy. Poor me. I was in a pickle.

I was surprised at how relieved I was to be at the burrow when I got there. Mrs. Weasley was the only one to meet me inside, seeing as her tribe plus Harry were playing with balls outside on their flying sticks. The old man was at work.

"Oh, why hello there dear, it's so good to see you again! How have you been?" She buzzed exuberantly around me, and hugged me tightly, but I couldn't help but notice that she looked older, haggard. Tired and sad. My mind returned to the tragedies of the recent past, and my heart ached for her. I realized how hard it would be to be here.

"Well, I've been wonderful. I'm so happy to be back with my second mom, though." I smiled and pulled away., flopping down on the couch and sighing heavily.

"I'm going to call everyone inside to say hi to you." Mrs. Weasley said, moving towards the door.

"Oh, no, please, let them keep playing, I saw them at quidditch on my way inside, I was going to put my stuff upstairs, don't bother, really." I said quickly.

'alright dear, I'll be in making dinner, then. Mr. Weasley's on his way home.' She nodded towards the peculiar clock that told locations.

I can't wait to see him I have something for-" BLAM! A slamming door and loud voices stopped me midsentence, and the next few minutes or so were a flurry of greetings and hugs. Ron looked particularly happy to see me, I noticed guiltily. George looked more solemn than usual, missing an ear and a brother. It tugged at my heartstrings to see the broken family.

But the next week was fun despite everything. Ginny forced me onto a broom and I found that since riding a dragon out of a well protected bank, I was a little less scared of heights. I practiced every day after that. At diagon alley, I bought myself a humble, but sleek and pretty broom, seeing something new in flying.

I split off from the group to get a couple extra required books at flourish and blots that they didn't have to. As I peroused the shelves trying to find an elusive text, I bumped into someone.

'oh, jesus, I'm so sorry," I said, but when I looked up I wished I could take the apology back. Draco Malfoy would surely use it against me. But he didn't.

"Hello, Granger," he said carefully. "Did you get the note from McGonagall?"

"Yes, I did" I replied. "it seems we're stuck in rather close quarters this year."

He inhaled before replying. "Well, I won't bite if you don't," he said, and held his hand out. I took it, shook it firmly, once, before nodding curtly and striding out of the room. Yea, that was his move, but it wasn't like he copyrighted it, and I didn't want to spend to much time being civil to the man I still considered to be the cause of Dumbledore's death.