Okay! First ever bit of FanFic. Please read it, think for a little, and review. Don't be too mean, I'm just starting! Thanks xx


Hermione wriggled in her bed. After getting over the initial shock of being back in Hogwarts rather than her Muggle home, she fell out of bed and picked herself up. She sighed as she looked over her Head Girl bedroom: just one more term of it. A thud came from next door, followed by several moans and grunts. Hermione was used to it now: Malfoy was terrible in the morning. She went to her bathroom and sorted herself out for a day of learning and exploring the magical world. On the other side of the wall, she heard Malfoy use his shaving charm, and sing a wizard folk song to himself. He always sang the same song every morning, without fail, ever since he became Head Boy anyway. It was a love song and, with the heartbreak and sorrow he mingled in with the haunting melody and words, it always left Hermione a little bemused.

"How can he be such an insensitive idiot and sing so sweetly?" she thought as she charmed her frizzy wild hair straight. Ever since she found a shortcut to achieve this effect at the end of last term, she never looked back. She slipped into her robes, a shade of navy blue, with red ribbon on the edges of the collar with a "Head Girl" badge. Hermione grinned as she opened her wardrobe. One of the benefits of being Head Girl was being able to choose (within reason) what to wear under her official school robe. She picked out a knee-length black skirt and a white blouse, showing off the curves she grew over the last holiday, and her long legs. She wondered what Harry and Ron would think of her new look. She had matured over the past few months, mostly because of the pressure of NEWTs heavy on her shoulders, and her role model status to the younger years.

Harry's "adventures" last term left him in St. Mungo's – Ron had spent the entire holiday by his bedside. They had been given permission by Dumbledore himself to arrive a few days late, to give Harry time to heal properly. Hermione was looking forward to seeing them: she had so much to tell them. "But, for the time being," she thought, "I will just have a bit of Me Time."

She walked to the Great Hall for breakfast. She sat on her own, and poured herself some pumpkin juice. The Daily Prophet arrived for her, and she paid a Knut for it to the little brown owl. She sipped her pumpkin juice again, and then felt some sharp claws dig into her shoulder. She sighed, and pulled the little owl off her. She noticed a little scrap of paper tied to its leg. She unfolded it. On one side was what seemed to be a set of broken lines; on the other, a single word: Engorgio. She slipped her wand out and whispered "Engorgio". The broken lines became legible words:

"CONGRATULATIONS, you have won this owl! Actually, you didn't. You see, we at Daily Prophet HQ are giving him away because he's a bit fussy. He only delivers the papers on Wednesdays, Sundays, and the seventeenth day of the lunar calendar. Moreover, he only likes delivering the papers to Hogwarts. I have been told that he will deliver anything smaller than a paper (such as personal notes and letters) with no difficulty at all. So, give him two Knuts instead of the usual one, and we will return to you within the next day for you to keep forever and ever. Toodles, chick! Den Dashborder"

Hermione blinked. She had always wanted an owl, and a Knut was nothing to pay for an owl. She gave the little owl another Knut and watched it fly away. She finished her pumpkin juice, took a handful of toast, tucked the little note into her newspaper and headed to the library.