Chapter 2

Hermione woke the next morning with a big grin on her face. She was so happy to be Head Girl. She had her own bathroom, her own kitchen, her own room, and her own common room. What more could she ask for?

The only downside was the work. She had to patrol the halls every night with Micheal. It could've been worse. It might've been someone insufferable and irritating that she had to work with. At least Micheal was kind to her and very polite.

She showered and changed into her uniform. Then she made her way into the common room where she found Micheal reviewing his homework.

"Good morning," she said in a cheerful tone.

"Morning," he replied, barely glancing up from his book.

She left without another word and made her way to the Great Hall for breakfast. She was walking to the Gryffindor table when she felt a pair of eyes boring into her. Hermione's chocolate brown eyes looked up to meet a pair of stormy grey ones.

Draco Malfoy was staring at her with a look of repulsion. Hermione was wondering why he was even looking at her in the first place but wasn't surprised at the emotion in them. He had tormented her since first year and she had just as equally despised him.

She looked away from his intense glare and sat down with her friends. Suddenly famished, she dug into her first breakfast back at Hogwarts before classes.

Draco had glared up at Hermione Granger when she entered. He was still angry that he wasn't Head Boy. He would've given anything, even if it meant sharing a dorm with Granger. Draco had wanted this since he was 11 years old.

Granted, he shouldn't've glared at Granger and instead focused on the Ravenclaw boy. The boy didn't notice as immediately as Granger had but as soon as he caught Draco's gaze, he quickly dropped his gaze and sat with his friends.

"Something wrong?" Blaise asked, pulling Draco from his thoughts. "You look like you're gunna murder somebody."

Draco glared at Zabini and mumbled, "Just tired."

They got up and made their way to Potions. Draco couldn't help but feel a little better. Potions was his favorite subject. That had slightly decreased since it was no longer taught by Professor Snape.

A pang of sadness momentarily twisted his gut as he thought of Snape. He had died only a few months ago and had been Draco's favorite teacher. He had also been like a father figure to him and stood by him when nobody else did.

He shook off the memories and continued into the classroom. The class, and the rest of his classes for the next few weeks for that matter, passed in a blur. He vaguely remembered eating, doing his homework, and showering before he got into bed each night. His room was the only place he was able to think in piece.

Draco picked up where he left off grieving his late professor one evening. Others might've found it odd that he was more upset by Severus Snape's death than his own father's.

Lucius Malfoy had been trampled to death by Death Eaters during the War. Narcissa had been devastated but Draco couldn't bring himself to feel sorry for the man. He believed that his father had gotten what he deserved.

And with that as his final thought almost every night, Draco drifted into an uneasy sleep.

Hermione made her way to and from classes with Ginny and Luna. They chatted all day and merrily made their way to and from classes. Things passed that way over a few weeks. It was rather monotonous.

Hermione would make her way to class, eat dinner, patrol the halls if it was her night, sleep dreamlessly because she was so tired, and do it all over again the next day. The weekend were the only days she had to herself, but she would usually just study or read in the common room.

The enless cycle of the school day was broken one afternoon when she was summoned to the Headmaster's office. She hesitantly made her way inside and found Micheal already sitting there.

"Good afternoon, Headmaster," Hermione said.

"Good afternoon. I should inform you that Mr. Green is unable to continue the role of Head Boy for the remainder of the year," McGonagall replied in a strict tone.

Hermione's eyes shot over to where Micheal was sitting. She only just noticed that his head was in his hands.

"What happened?" she asked in a cautious voice.

"It appears that a former Death Eater attcked Mr. and Mrs. Green last night. They were both struck with a powerful curse and are in St. Mungo's. It was not a fatal curse, but they will remain there at least until May or June. Mister Green is needed at home to help take care of his younger siblings."

"I'm so sorry, Micheal," Hermione said in a voice barely over a whisper.

Micheal mumbled incoherently, only half aware of the room's other occupants.

"Miss Granger, we need your help sending Mister Green home," McGonagall continued. "We ask that you help him pack his stuff and see that he makes it to the train on time. Then when you get back, we need you to officially appoint the new Head Boy. We have already decided who it is, we just need you to fill him in.

"Alright," she responded cautiously. "Who is it?"

"Mister Draco Malfoy."