"Hermione, you look fine," Mrs. Granger sighed in exasperation, as she watched her daughter primp herself, reapply her makeup and look in the mirror every five minutes. "MUM! This is important. I'm about to have lunch with the headmaster AND the teachers of Hogwarts. I'm a seventh year now and I'm really behind.. considering the war and everything!" Hermione huffed. She was happy she had her parents back, after sending them to Australia so the death eaters wouldn't get to them, but her mum was being a tad annoying.
In about 10 minutes, Hermione Granger, HeadGirl of her year, was going to find out who the head boy was going to be. After all, school was going to start in about a week. Her, Harry and Ron were a bit disappointed that they had to be with the kids a year younger than them, since they had skipped seventh year at Hogwarts. A clatter from downstairs and a scream announced that McGonagall had arrived to pick her up. Rushing down the stairs quickly, she saw the new headmaster and the head boy sitting uncomfortably on the small white couch in her living room, with an equally uncomfortable Mrs. Granger across from them. "Oh.. Sorry, gotta run!" Said Professor McGonagall, once she saw Hermione. "Oh.. right. Bye mum." Hermione rushed out the door with the head boy and headmaster at her heels. She had yet to get a good glimpse at who it was. "How are we getting there, Professor?" She asked, hoping not by broomstick. Of course, though, her professor had pulled out two broomsticks from her cloak. "Sorry, Miss Granger, I know you hate flying, but there was no other way to transport us." Hermione shrugged disappointedly, but was quick to notice that there WERE Only two broomsticks. "Er...what am I supposed to ride on?" Hermione asked uncertainly. "Oh.. with the headboy, if you will, please." Hermione froze, her eyes moving slowly towards the back of the head of the boy.. scarily familiar. Pale skin, bleach blond hair.. He turned around, his silver eyes meeting hers, the usual smirk on his face. "Bloody hell!" The words escaped her lips before she can stop them, and McGonagall's eyes narrowed disapprovingly, but she didn't say anything. Hermione stared at Draco Malfoy, and she regained her voice once more. "Er.. or right.. so he's not head boy.. is he?" She glanced in his direction again, then back at her professor. "Afraid so, Miss. Granger." McGonagall shrugged, getting on her broomstick and looking back at Hermione expectingly. "C'mon... we're late."
Butterflies swarmed overhead in her stomach. The bad kind. Malfoy wasn't bad anymore.. but she couldn't really forgive him for all the torture he put her Harry and Ronald through. She clambered onto the back of the broom, her arms wrapped around Draco, quite awkwardly, but he didn't say anything. Once they were air-bound, Hermione's grip grew tighter. "Granger, loosen up. I'm not going to kill you." Malfoy snorted while Hermione blushed, although he couldn't really see. She regained her composure and shot back. "Well, thought you'd try, you being on a broom with a.. a mudblood. " She spat back, and the castle started to come into view. Ignoring her comment, Malfoy continued to talk as if they were having a normal conversation. "Still dating the Weasel, are you, Granger?" He asked nonchalantly, and Hermione turned bright red once again. "Oh, no, Ronald was cheating on me with Lavender..." Her voice trailed off as they started towards the castle behind McGonagall, and tears sprang to her eyes. Draco flinched as he watched her. "Forget that I brought it up.. Told you he was a prat. Now, stop crying. " Hermione ignored his comment and wiped a bit at her eyes, trying not to smear he makeup so bad as they reached the doors of the majestic castle, and she followed the Professor in without looking back at Malfoy.