"Hermione…" Hermione turned her head as soon as the whisper reached her ears, searching for the source of the sound. The voice was familiar, very familiar… but she couldn't figure out who owned the mysterious voice. Then she saw him, sitting on the swing of the empty park but kept the seat steady, but wait… what's happening? He's fading! He's fading away! Hermione ran towards the boy, but as soon as she got there, the boy was nowhere to be seen. "Hermione…" said the voice again. She turned, and she saw the boy sitting on a bench around the tree. "Hey, Hermione…" She knew him, but her brain refused to tell her who this young kid was. "Remember me?"

Hermione's eyes fluttered open and found herself in Ginny's room at the Burrow. "Well, that was an unusual dream…" She muttered to herself as she sat, leaning on her bed's headboard. Hermione tried her best to remember who the guy from the dream was, even just his physical features… His hair, what was the colour again? Was it… brown? Or was it just the shadow of the tree making his hair look darker? His eyes… were they… black? Or was it just, again, the shadow of the tree making it appear darker? Hermione groaned in frustration, she needed to know who the kid was… There was something mysteriously familiar about him and she was dying to know what it was…

Hermione pushed the thought aside; after all, it was just a dream, nothing important. "What day is it today?" She asked herself.

"1st of…" Ginny's voice made Hermione turn her head to her right to face her still drowsy red-haired friend, who stopped for a while to yawn. "September…"

Hermione's face lit up as soon as she heard it and quickly got up from the bed to go do her morning routine, like brushing her teeth and combing her wild hair. Ginny, on the other hand, stayed on her bed and chuckled at her overenthusiastic friend. Hermione had been dying to get back to school to finally take her seventh year, especially when they received their letters and found a Head Girl badge in hers, she was the only one dying to go back to Hogwarts though, Ron, Harry and Ginny wished they could just skip it.

Hermione entered the train with Ginny, Harry and Ron following her before she stopped and said, "I'll meet you, guys, later. I'll have to go to the meeting." She made her way to the front of the train, proudly wearing the Head Girl badge on her chest. As she saw the compartment door ahead of her, she straightened out her clothes before entering it.

The compartment had a big oval-shaped table at the center with eleven seats around it, one for the headmaster or headmistress, two for the Head Girl and Head Boy, and the remaining nine seats were for the prefects. The compartment was still empty except that the Headmistress, Professor McGonagall, was already seated at the farthest chair from the door, waiting for the others to come. "Good Morning, Miss Granger." The Headmistress greeted as she saw the Head Girl enter the compartment. "Take a seat. Let's just wait for the others."

Hermione smiled at Professor McGonagall as she greeted her back. She wiped her hands on her robes as she felt it sweat, she couldn't believe it. She's the Head Girl now. Since she was just a first year, she dreamed that she'd become an inspiring and responsible Head Girl when she becomes 7th year. But, the previous year, she thought that her childhood dream would never come true… She blamed no one, of course, she knew it was a stupid and childish dream, and she would never trade the things she did the previous year just to become a Head Girl. But now-

"Hey!" Hermione protested as someone bumped her on her shoulder, pulling her out of her reverie. "What the-" Hermione's eyes grew wide as she saw the Head Boy badge on a familiar pale blonde haired guy with a smirk on his face. "M-Malfoy?" She stuttered. "Y-you're the Head Boy?"

"Why, yes, Granger." He answered nonchalantly. Hermione's head turned to face Professor McGonagall for confirmation, and to Hermione's dismay, the Headmistress slowly nodded her head. Draco's smirk grew wider as Hermione stared at him in disbelief. "Do you have any problem with that?"

"Unbelievable…" She muttered to herself, but Draco seemed to have heard it.

"Excuse me?" He smirked. "Are you que-" He stopped midsentence, his eyes grew wide, staring at nothing, his body went rigid and he became still for a few moments before he shook his head and stared weirdly at Hermione.

"M-Malfoy?" Hermione asked worriedly, Draco's stare was beginning to unnerve her. But Draco didn't reply, he simply broke his gaze and sat to the seat closest to Professor McGonagall. Even the Headmistress seemed curious to what just happened to the young Malfoy but decided that it would be best to keep quiet.

"Miss Granger, please, do sit down." Professor McGonagall said, beckoning her to sit beside her, the seat opposite to Draco. Hermione did as she was told and sat down. They waited for the prefects to arrive in silence; nobody made any move to start a conversation.

The prefects arrived a few minutes later and the meeting began.

The meeting was over and Hermione was searching for the compartment her friends were staying in, looking at each and every compartment that she passed by. She would take quick glances at both sides but she wouldn't stop from walking, she goes on and on, taking quick glances at both sides and check if her friends were there. After what seemed like eternity, she found the compartment with the two Weasleys, Harry, Luna and Neville in it. She slid open the compartment door and greeted. "Hey, guys." She entered the compartment and sat beside the window.

"So, 'Mione…" Ginny started. "Who's the Head Boy?"

Hermione sighed and answered. "Malfoy."

"What?" Harry, Ron and Ginny said in unison. Hermione prepared herself for the questions that the trio would surely ask when they recover from their shock.

"Why would Professor McGonagall make him a Head Boy?"

"You've got to be joking."

"Malfoy must have done something to Professor McGonagall…"

They asked a lot more questions, and she was starting to get irritated. When Luna and Neville joined the interrogation, Hermione yelled at them. "I don't know! I'm as clueless as you all are! Now, will you please-"

"Gah!" A six-year-old Hermione Granger screamed to the top of her lungs as she fell down to the dirty and muddy ground of the playground. Someone had bumped hardly on her which sent both of them to the ground, and that someone was on the ground beside her. Hermione stood up quickly and held out a hand to the young kid on the floor. "Hey, are you alright?" The boy must have cried a lot since his eyes and nose were red and the tracks of his tears were shining under the sunlight.

The kid stared at her and her hand alternatively with a confused look on his face, before it turned cold and rudely shouted at her. "No! Go away! Leave me alone!"

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Aaaaand... Please don't be too harsh if it's bad, I'm still trying to learn how.
And, I apologize in advance if the updates will come slow.
I have school and table tennis training, so I'm usually exhausted when I come home.
And to those who're reading Chocolates and Emeralds, my Harmony fic, I'm still working on the 8th chapter, don't worry. :)

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