Prologue
"I'm head girl! ME! Ron, Harry, do you know what that means?" said Hermione Granger as she was reading her letter. "That you're head girl? Shit, Hermione, it doesn't really mean anything. Everyone knew you'd be head girl since the first day of Hogwarts," replied Ron. "Yeah it's not really a shock, Hermione. Hate to break it to you though, but do you realize who head boy is probably going to be?" asked Harry Potter. With that, Hermione shuddered. She understood what he meant, and knew he wasn't wrong. This definitely killed her mood. She wasn't so sure if she wanted to be head girl anymore. Wait, who is going to be head boy!?" "Obviously Draco Malfoy, Ron. Come on. How do you not know?" Harry said in a "duh" voice. Hermione was still standing there silent. She didn't know what to say. It had been an absolutely great morning in her eyes, when it all came crashing down. "I don't know, I'm sure if he gives you any shit, Hermione, you can just report it to Professor McGonagall." Harry had shaken his head in agreement. "Also, we could hex him! That way, when I do hex him, I'll have an excuse." Ron continued on, trying to comfort Hermione, as she stood there in silence.