A/N: I do not own any of the Harry Potter charaters. Most likely I will only own the plot and some wizarding... "tools," so to speak. I hope you like this, as it is my first fanfic. Please leave comments about how I can improve and whether or not you like it. Also, if you see anything wrong (whether it is story line or spelling) please notify me.
Before I go, please note that since Hermione was born in September, I have decided to make her 16 in her fifth year, assuming that the cut off date to enter Hogwartsis before September 1st.
Chapter One: An Introduction
It was the summer before Hermione's 5th year at Hogwart's School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She would be turning 16 shortly after going back to school. If she had been born less than a month earlier, she would have received her owl a year before she actually did. Hermione was glad she didn't get her owl early, though. Otherwise she wouldn't have been as good of friends with Harry and Ron.
Hermione felt so lucky to have Harry and Ron. Being around them so much had tamed her bookwormish personality. She was now able to let loose every now and then. She also didn't feel so bad about sneaking out for night time adventures - adventures she'd never let Harry or Ron know about. They'd ruin her reputation as the "good girl."
It wouldn't be so fun wandering around the corridors this year, though. Hermione (along with Ron) had an excuse this year. They were both made prefects. They'd each have patrol duty, so they were the ones who'd have to do the catching. This reminded Hermione a lot of Professor Snape. Great, she thought. More reason for everyone to hate me.
Hermione was in her room in her parents' house, packing. The next day Mr. Weasley was coming to pick her up for her annual stay at the Burrow. Hermione was extremely excited and was often found smiling to herself as she thought about the past years with her friends.
She missed Ron and Ginny so much. And Hermione would be able to see Harry the day after she arrived at the Burrow. Hermione missed the wizarding world so much that she even longed to see Ron's meddlesome older twin brother's, Fred and George. They always made her laugh when times were rough. She smiled. This year is going to be great. Definitely the best yet, she thought as she pinned her Prefects badge on her Hogwart's cloak.
Hermione dressed happily into her pajamas and climbed into bed. She clapped her hands and the lights went out. Crookshanks, her cat, swept into the darkness and jumped onto the foot of Hermione's bed. He layed protectively at her feet and sleep took her, all the while a smile playing at her lips.