AN: I know this is short, and I know I've been missing for a long, long time and I haven't updated my other stories in years and it's not fair to start another story while they're gathering dust, but hang on. I don't know if anyone even reads my old stories, and I don't really have anything for them anyway. And, hey, when you've got an idea, you've got an idea. As all of you can see, this is a Dramione, and it's my take on a popular idea I've seen bouncing around, and is slightly AU. Anyway, I'm rambling too much, so I'll just get on with it and let you guys read (if you even look at this).

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing you recognise.

Chapter 1

Hermione smiled as she felt the warm sunshine on her face. This is the reason she picked this particular room, many years ago: the east-facing window meant she woke up to a lovely sunrise nearly every day. She turned away for the time being, keeping her eyes closed and letting her body rest for a few more minutes before she got up.

After the war, Hermione had more money than she cared to think about, and had considerably more "friends" that always had their hand out for something. None of that mattered, though; the first thing she did as a free witch was go find her parents. They had settled in a suburb in Perth, and seemed content on the surface. Her parents were, of course, very relieved to see her alive and well, and upset that she had to meddle with their memories and their lives in that manner. It made for a very unique reunion, with all of them sobbing and her parents trying to decide whether they were overjoyed or livid.

In the end, though, everything went back to normal, or as normal as anything could be so soon after the war. Hermione and her parents moved back to their old house in London, and they reclaimed their old lives. Hermione had received a letter from Hogwarts stating that any seventh-years who did not attend last year for various reasons were invited back to repeat their seventh year and give the NEWTs.

She'd both owled and called Harry and Ron about this, and she and Ron had their first big argument since they were officially an "item". Ron had virtually pounced on Shacklebolt's offer to initiate all three of them into the Auror training program, but Harry wasn't so sure. He had never asked for his hero status, and he didn't want any privileges like the one the new Minister of Magic was offering them. He'd chosen to go back to Hogwarts instead, and gain entry into the training program the proper way. As of now, Hermione wasn't speaking to her boyfriend, and wasn't sure that her and Ron could ever be long term. They were just so different, and disagreed on nearly everything. But she loved his quirks, all the same.

Hermione's smile stretched into a grin as she remembered the second letter from Headmistress McGonagall, saying that she had been chosen as Head Girl for the next term. The news didn't surprise anyone, but that didn't make it any less delightful. She heard her mother moving around downstairs and decided she'd had enough of a lie-in. It was time to get up and do something productive, like read the textbooks she'd bought yesterday from Diagon Alley.

She sat up and slipped her feet into her fluffy bedroom slippers and took a look around her room. For some inexplicable reason, she felt like everything was going to change today. Whether that was good or bad, she had no idea.

Then she looked into the bathroom mirror and screamed.

Well, I think you guys know where this is going... I'll probably update really soon! Leave a comment, review or flame, anything at all, really. Pretty please? :)

-Goddess Athena in Disguise