Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I own the characters. If I did, Dumbledore would still be alive.
A/N: This is not based on HBP because I did not like that Dumbledore died.
A/N: This takes place in Hermione's Point of View.
I woke up early on a Sunday morning in August. I heard rain splatter my bedroom window, and as I glanced outside, grey clouds covered the sky. I sighed and looked at my alarm clock. 8:37.
I jumped out of bed and dressed quickly. I pushed my newly straight hair out of my face. I ran down the stairs and into the Living Room.
"Mom?" I called.
My mom came out and smiled warmly at me. "Your letter came in the mail today," she told me.
MY eyes flashed with excitement and I squealed with delight. I took the letter from my mom's hand and ripped the top open. I pulled out the first letter. It was the list of stuff that I needed to buy. The second letter was the one I had been hoping for.
Dear Ms. Granger,
We are very pleased to inform you that you have achieved top marks on your exams. You have done a remarkable job in every subject that you took, and so, it is with great honor that I present you with the most respected honor a student can achieve. Hermione Marie Granger, you have been awarded the position of Head Girl.
I didn't bother reading the rest. I felt in the envelope for my badge. Sure enough, it was in there. I had never seen such a beautiful badge in my life!
"Mom!" I yelled. "Mom! I got it! I got Head Girl!" I was so elated.
"Oh, Hermione! I'm so proud of you!" My mother said happily, pulling me into a hug.
"Thanks, mom!" I said, smiling.
I ran upstairs and packed.
September 1 came so quickly, I hadn't noticed time even passed.
I dressed quickly and hurried downstairs. My mother took me to King's Cross Station. I checked to make sure nobody was watching, then ran in between the platforms nine and ten.
"Ron! Harry! Ginny!" I called happily, seeing my friends.
They turned around and smiled at me. I rushed over to them and gave them all a bear hug.
"I got Head Girl!" she cried happily.
"We figured that," Harry said, not so happily.
"What's up Harry?" I asked, seeing the look of grimness in his eyes.
"Guess who Head Boy is," Ron said, his ears turning almost as red as his hair.
"I dunno, who?" I asked, suddenly feeling my stomach churn as I came to realize the answer.
"Me," came a sneering voice from behind me.
I spun around and was soon face to face with Draco Malloy. I felt like I was ready to vomit, which I would have done, had I not been so terrified and disgusted.
"Y-You?" I managed to choke out.
"Yes, Granger. Me," he said calmly, but with a smirk that told me it wasn't over.
Ginny saw the look on my face and went up to Draco.
"Leave her alone, Malloy. Or need I remind you of my skill at the bat-bogey hex?" she said angrily, remembering back to her fourth year.
"Fine. I'll leave," Draco said, walking of toward the train.
"Thanks Ginny," I said. But I must have been very pale because she then asked,
"Are you alright, Hermione?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. H-He just startled me is all," I assured her. I wasn't so sure myself, but they needn't worry about me on the first day back. I could manage Draco, no problem.
I said good-bye to them and headed onto the train. I had to sit in the Heads' compartment with Draco. I really didn't want to do that. But I gathered myself up and entered the compartment, sitting as far away from him as possible.
"Hello, Granger," he said calmly, with his famous smirk.
"Hello, Malfoy," I said calmly. I wasn't about to lose my temper.
"So, you ready for this year?" he asked, his smirk still in its place.
"I guess. Why?" I asked, trying my hardest to hide my confusion.
"Because of what we have to do," he said, almost laughing at me now.
"What we have to do?" I repeated, confusion forcing its way out of me.
"You do know that the Heads have to share a dormitory, right Granger?" he asked, almost evilly.
"T-They do?" I stuttered, looking overly confused.
"They do," he was smiling slyly now. "Which means we need to have a little talk, don't we?" he was talking quietly.
"Talk? What kind of talk?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"About what we're going to do," he said simply.
"Going to do about what?" I demanded. I noticed that he had been inching closer and closer to me. He was starting to scare me.
"What we're going to do about us," he was putting a heavy emphasis on 'us'.
"There is no us," I said, trying to get him to lay off.
"You know, you've changed a lot, Granger," he said, completely ignoring me.
"You haven't," I told him flatly.
"But you have. And you look so much better now. Your hair really frames your face. You almost look less like the filthy Mudblood that you really are," he said quietly.
That was it. I stood up and slapped him.
"Stop calling me that!" I yelled, sending a look of fear across his face.
But his fear was soon replaced with anger.
"Don't you ever touch me again!" he yelled, standing up. He was at least four inches taller than me, and he knew it.
"I will do whatever I please," I said in a deathly quiet voice. "And you of all people aren't going to stop me!"
"Oh, I think I will," Draco said, looking at me with a smirk.
"Because we wouldn't want our Head Girl to get in trouble on her first day back, now would we?"