HPOV.

I watched the black dot in the sky get closer. I watched the wings spread out and flap as the owl came closer and closer to the window. I eagerly opened it and allowed the owl to enter the small, yet homely kitchen of the burrow.

'Letter's 'Mione?' Ron asked me as I untied the small bundle of letters from the tawny coloured owl's leg.

'Looks like it Ronald, but if you'd give me a minute to finish untying them.' I replied, annoyed.

'Sorry.' He mumbled, his mouth obviously full of some of the mountain of food that Mrs Weasley had once again prepared for us. I filed through the letters, each with a different name on them. 'Mr H. Potter. Mr R. Weasley. Miss G. Weasley. Miss H. Granger.' Finally seeing my name I pulled the letter out of the pile and placed the rest on the old, wooden table. I loved the way the cream coloured envelope felt as I ran my fingers over it. It was soft and full of warmth, a feeling I always felt whenever I held a letter from Hogwarts.

Dear Miss Granger.

We would like to welcome you back to Hogwarts for your seventh and final year not only as a prefect but as Head Girl. Please find enclosed your Head Girl's badge along with your book and equipment list for the coming year. Head Girl and Boy share living quarters on the 6th floor. The door is clearly marked and the new password for the coming term will be given to you upon arrival at Hogwarts. Head Boy status has this year been given to Dr-

I re-read the name on the parchment 3 times before finally taking it in.

Head boy status has this year been given to Draco Malfoy. As Head Girl you are counted with a lot more responsibility and are expected to set an immaculate example to younger pupils.

Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress.

'Here's your letter Ron.' I said passing him the envelope marked with his name, even though I wasn't paying the slightest bit of attention to him. The shock in my system turned into adrenaline as I thought about the coming year as Head Girl at Hogwarts. 'Where's Harry? And Ginny? Please tell me they're not alone together again.' I groaned at the thought of the last time. I'd been minding my business as I entered Ginny's room to put one of my books back in my trunk to find Harry and Ginny fiercely locking lips on top of Ginny's bed. It's safe to say I was put off from dinner that night.

'Most likely.' Ron replied with an obvious tone of disgust.

'I was thinking of maybe going into Diagon Alley today to get some things, there's not many books but I could use some new robes and maybe a quill and some new parchment.' I smiled as I thought of Flourish and Blotts in Diagon Alley.

'What're you so happy about all of a sudden?' Ron asked suspiciously.

'I've been made Head Girl!' I shrieked excitedly at him.

'Really? Congratulations Hermione!' he got up and pulled me into an awkward hug.

'Erm...thanks Ronald.' I blushed.

Luckily Harry and Ginny entered hand in hand so Ron's attention was somewhat preoccupied.

''Mione got Head Girl!' he announced to them proudly.

'That's great!'

'Well done 'Mione!' I hugged both Harry and Ginny and handed them their letters.

'So who's Head Boy?' Ginny asked casually as we ate breakfast. I gulped and found myself nervous as I thought of the reaction they might have.

'Draco Malfoy.' I whispered after swallowing a mouthful of orange juice.

'You're joking? How did that prat become Head Boy?' Harry asked angrily. I knew he was hoping it would be him, and to be honest I knew he wouldn't have been chosen, he hadn't even been a prefect.

'Does it sound like I'm joking? If I'm honest I'm completely dreading it. I have to share living space with him and everything.' I sighed at the thought of being in a dorm with Malfoy for an entire year.

'Share a dorm with him? No way Hermione.' Ron said angrily.

'What're you going to do Ron? Sleep outside my door? I don't need a bodyguard! And what's the worst Malfoy will do? If we're there for a year I reckon he'll get pretty bored of me pretty quickly Ronald!' I found myself getting furious within seconds. I gathered my letters and badge and headed for the stairs that led to the rest of the Burrow.

Instead of going to Diagon Alley as I thought we might, we spent most of the day in the orchard behind the burrow playing Quidditch. Correction; Harry and the Weasleys played Quidditch whilst I sat under one of the many trees and read my books and "refereed" the matches played. By dinner that night we were all exhausted; myself included much to my own surprise. My thoughts kept considering what the coming year as Malfoy's dorm mate might be like. I'd always thought him attractive, ever since fourth year but it was almost a dream come true to get to share a dorm with him.

''Mione? Hello?' I was snapped back to reality when Ron asked me to pass him the potatoes.

'Sorry Ron I was day dreaming.' I replied.

'I was thinking you could all get your supplies from Diagon Alley tomorrow.' Mrs Weasley said to the four of us. 'I won't be able to come I'm afraid, but you'll be good of the time away from here' she carried on. Obviously Molly wanted us to have some time on our own away from the Burrow.

The rest of dinner was eaten with random chatter and I excused myself after dessert to get some fresh air. It was more to rid myself of Ron who'd been touching my leg the entirety of dinner which actually made me angry with him, were we even in that sort of relationship? As if on cue he came out of the back door of the Burrow.

'You alright?' Ron asked into the darkness, unaware that I was stood three steps to the right of the door.

'I'm fine thank you Ronald.' I replied curtly.

'I was only asking Hermione.' He sounded hurt.

'I know but what the hell was that at dinner? With your hand on my leg?' I added at the confused look on his face.

'I really like you 'Mione. I have done since second year. Let's face it, you're brilliant, you're really pretty and we get on well. Why can't we give it a go?' he stepped towards me and leaned in closer.

'Ron get off!' I shouted at him.

'Why? We both know it's going to happen eventually....'

'No it's not Ronald!'

'Why?'

'Because...because I like somebody else!' I shouted and stormed back into the kitchen where the Weasley's were all sat looking at me. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks and the hot tears stinging my eyes with embarrassment. I couldn't believe that they'd heard Ron advancing on me and my admittance to liking someone other than Ron. I could only hope that they said something to Ron and not to me. It seemed to take me forever to reach the second floor, and Ginny's bedroom. I pushed the smooth wooden door open only to once again find Harry and Ginny on Ginny's bed.

'Ahem.' I coughed quietly to make my presence aware.

'Oh sorry 'Mione.' Ginny looked a little embarrassed.

'No, it's my fault, I should've knocked or something.'

'Are you alright?' Harry asked me, genuine concern lingering in his voice.

'Yes. No. It's Ron...he tried to...to kiss me and I pushed him away and I think I've genuinely upset him.' I sobbed to them.

'Stupid git.' Ginny said. 'He can't read signs like normal people.'

I laughed, 'I told him I like someone else, I think that's what stung him. And then I came back into the kitchen and everyone was looking at me. It was really embarrassing.' I continued.

'I think I hear Ron on the stairs, I'll go speak to him. Night 'Mione, night Gin.' He gave Ginny a peck on the cheek and left the room presumably to pursue Ron. I was tired and I needed to relax so I thought it best to get some sleep.

My trunk lay open at the foot of my camp bed. I began searching for my pyjamas and after 5 minutes I gave up and summoned them with a silent charm. Ginny looked at me but said nothing. I grabbed the thin material and left the room to go get changed for bed. The bathroom on the third floor was directly opposite Ron and Harry's room. The door was slightly open and I could hear Ron talking.

'I like her Harry. Really like her. Why can't she like me?'

'I don't know Ron, but don't push it. She was pretty upset about the way you approached the whole thing, let it settle and then talk to her.' Harry was always trying to get the best results from a situation. I supposed I could see why. Your two best friend not talking to one another with you in the middle? Not my idea of fun either. I stepped into the bathroom where the cool hit me like a wall. I quickly changed and brushed my teeth before skipping back to the second floor.

I climbed into my bed. The cool of the pillow instantly calming my fiery cheeks.

'Ginny I'm sorry. I never thought.' I whispered.

'Ron's a stupid and selfish git Hermione. If he can't take other peoples feelings into consideration first then I'm not going to sympathise with him.' I laughed at how straight forward she was and bid her goodnight before slipping into a quiet and peaceful dream.

Note: This is my very first Fanfic so i'd appreciate a review or two to let me know if i'm doing anything right, what i'm doing wrong and what i can do to improve it. Thank you :) Li x