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"Ron will you hurry!" Molly shouted at her son, it was 10:45 and everyone needed to be on platform 9 and ¾ by 11:00. Ron and Harry have had experience in missing the train in their 2nd year…it was not a fun.

Ron yawned as he clumsily dragged his trunk down the stairs. "Yeah, yeah I'm coming. Honestly mum, you need to learn to calm down."

Molly sent him a glare. "Watch your tongue with me Ronald Bilius Weasley."

She didn't need to elaborate; Ron was frightened of his mother even if he refused to admit it. Changing her attitude quicker than the weather, Molly turned away from her son and gave Harry a kiss on the cheek and hugged both Ginny and Hermione.

"Now you four do well at school. There won't be any trouble this year will there?"

"No," they all said simultaneously. Arthur Weasley clapped his hands together.

"Right kids, let's get going."

And one by one they all apparated to platform 9 and ¾, Hermione blinked a little as the familiar suffocating squeeze of apparating consumed her. However, it was becoming more bearable with time.

Hermione and the Weasley's apparated fine but Harry had splinched his glasses.

"Shit," Harry cursed. He was literally blind without them but Ginny smiled and pulled out a spare pair from her hand bag.

"Here you go, I thought you might need it," she said handing it over to him. Harry put them on and gave her a thankful smile before kissing her sweetly on the lips. The others had sense to look away, giving them some privacy.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Ron coughed. "I hate to break the romance but 1. She's still my sister Harry and 2. The train is leaving in 1 minute and we still need to find a good carriage."

"Right, give me one last kiss," Molly hurriedly said. They all hugged and kissed her and shook hands with Arthur and then boarded the train.

Hermione lagged behind the group. "Guys, I have to go to the Head's Compartment. I'll settle down there first and I'll find you all later."

Despite the fact that Ron and Hermione broke up, Ron still felt the need to look out for her. Which could be inconvenient for Hermione at times.

"Are you sure you want to go by yourself?" Ron asked. "I can come with you."

Hermione shook her head. "No it's fine, like I said; I'll find you all later."

He nodded his head disappointedly. "Okay see you."

They all separated. As Hermione walked down carriage after carriage she felt people's eyes on her, watching her every movement. People leaned in to whisper loudly 'That's Hermione Granger, best friend of Ron Weasley and Harry Potter! She's part of the 'golden trio''.

Hermione choked back a moan of despair and embarrassment. She finally understood how Harry felt. The attention seemed to increase as people noticed the Head Girl badge that rested on the middle of her chest; though she'd grown out of changing into her uniform earlier than necessary she wanted everyone to see that she was Head Girl. It was a status that gave her instant authority, but Hermione knew better than to misuse it. It was her dream to be Head Girl but she didn't think it would earn her this much attention.

Finally reaching the Head's Compartment she opened the door struggling a little since her trunk made it difficult, when suddenly a hand reached out to help, she gasped and looked up.

"M-McLaggen?"

Cormac gave her a greasy grin. "My sweet Granger, allow me to help you."

He made a show of opening the sliding door and insisting he take her trunk. Hermione had to catch herself from slapping him across the face. The nerve of this guy!

"Thanks McLaggen but I can take it from here," Hermione said with more venom in her voice than intended, Cormac finally let go and lounged back in the seat. Hermione stared dubiously at him.

"Why the heated gaze my sweet Granger?" Cormac drawled disgustingly.

Hermione took a deep breath, chanting in her mind over and over that violence is bad. Who was Cormac to be calling her 'my sweet Granger' anyway?

"Nothing McLaggen, I was just wondering when Head Boy was arriving."

Cormac stood up and stepped dangerously close to her. "Granger did you not know?"

"Know what?"

He leaned in, so his white teeth (which had been obviously spelled to look that white) gleamed. "I am Head Boy."

Hermione's anger overshadowed her shock. "What?"

"McGonagall wrote me a letter saying I was Head Boy, she even told me you would be Head Girl Granger. Were you not told?"

Of course she wasn't told! If she was then she would have turned down the position of Head Girl in a heartbeat.

Hermione clenched her hands into tight fists, she didn't know Professor McGonagall was this sneaky. "No I wasn't. Honestly speaking, I didn't expect it to be you McLaggen."

Give her Neville, give her Ernie Macmillan. Anyone but the buffoon Cormac McLaggen. Ever since 6th year, Cormac has had a thing for Hermione, especially since she invited him to Slughorn's party. Cormac had it in his mind that Hermione Granger had the 'hots' for him.

Cormac smirked. "Let us drop the last names. From now on it's Cormac and I will now call you Hermione."

Please don't, Hermione thought. If people heard that they were on a first name basis, they might get the wrong impression. Cormac put his feet up on the seat and grinned at her.

"So my love how was your summer?"

Hermione gave him a strained smile. "It was good thank you. Sorry to be rude…Cormac," Hermione internally cringed at using his first name. "I promised my friends I'll find them after I find the Head's Compartment."

Cormac winked at her. "You mean 'our' compartment."

Ew!

"Y-Yeah. I'll be back soon."

"Hurry back my sweet Hermione."

Hermione waved and rushed out of the compartment practically sprinting down the corridor. She frantically searched for the messy black hair or the flaming red haired Weasley's, luckily; she spotted them in no time.

She stomped next to Harry. "Oh my fucking god, Cormac McLaggen is Head boy!"

The three jumped as she cursed in a deadly whisper, some people turned around but they didn't seem to hear what Hermione had said. Ginny moved closer to Harry so Hermione could sit down.

Ron leaned in. "McLaggen is Head Boy?"

"How the hell did this happen?" Hermione whined. "I'll have to share a dorm with him all year; I'm going to lose the will to live. I'll actually begin to hate school."

Ginny put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "McLaggen isn't that bad."

Hermione scoffed. "Not bad? He keeps on calling me 'my sweet Hermione'. He wanted us to be on a first name basis. Oh why did Professor McGonagall choose him and not Harry?"

Ron coughed, hoping she would say his name too but she just glared at him.

"I think I'm going to ask if I can give the Head Girl title to someone else," Hermione said hopelessly. She didn't want to give it to someone else, it was her dream to become Head Girl…and she'd always thought Head Boy would be Harry or some amazingly smart Ravenclaw. Not Cormac McLaggen.

Harry handed her a piece of chocolate. "You can't do that Hermione. You're the only girl fit for the Head Girl position; don't let McLaggen ruin your dreams of becoming Head Girl."

Hermione bit into the chocolate deliberating for a moment. Harry was right; part of the reason as to why she wanted to do so much at school was because she had always wanted to be Head Girl. To have the dorm, the title, the authority.

"If you're strong enough to help me fight off Voldemort, you're strong enough to deal with McLaggen," Harry concluded. "Just don't do anything stupid like kill yourself," he jokingly added.

Hermione stood up and playfully glared at her best friend. "Haha, funny. I better get back before that idiot comes looking for me because I didn't 'hurry back'."

She talked off and the three laughed uncontrollably. They pitied Hermione but they were enjoying this new and feisty side to her, the last time Harry and Ron saw this side of her was when she punched Malfoy in their 3rd year. To see Hermione Granger pissed off was incredibly amusing.

Hermione trudged angrily back to the Head's Compartment but a 1st year student blocked her way. The 1st year student was a skinny 11 year old boy who resembled Neville Longbottom's clueless yet sweet face.

"M-Miss Granger, can I please have your autograph?" he asked quietly. Hermione's anger seemed to dissipate, she took the notebook and quill and quickly wrote a message.

"There's no need to call me Miss. Granger, please, call me Hermione."

The 1st year gave her a toothy smile and skipped away happily, Hermione continued to walk on, her steps were no longer furious marches. She saw Cormac picking his nose and she frowned but cleared her throat and stepped back inside. Cormac jumped and immediately wiped his finger on his trousers.

"Hermione, you've returned. Please do sit," he said as if he owned the place. Hermione hid her raised eyebrow. This is my compartment too you twat!

"So how are Potter and Weasley?"

"Harry and Ron," she corrected. "Are fine, they give you their congratulations on being Head Boy."

Cormac turned smug in an instant. "I bet Weasley would trade the Keeper position now eh?"

Hermione shook her head stiffly. "Nope, he seems pretty okay. Of course Harry is still the Quidditch captain."

Cormac snorted. "Of course, the great Potter. What did he do anyway?"

Hermione was shocked at the ignorant question. "Cormac…Harry defeated Voldemort, both the magic world and the Muggle world are free from him."

Cormac shrugged casually. "Oh yes, well I guess they didn't make him Head Boy since he already has too much fame. They should give this honourable title to someone handsome and brave, like me. You know, I fetched an ice pack for a 4th year when the Death Eater's were in charge at Hogwarts."

Hermione breathed back a snort. Did he expect her to applaud his so called bravery?

Cormac yawned and stood up, Hermione leaned back into the seat trying to get as far away from him as possible.

"I'm going to and get some food from the trolley," Cormac took Hermione's hand and planted a sloppy wet kiss on it. "Wait for me my sweet Hermione."

He left; Hermione gagged and wiped her hand. She took her wand out.

"Aguamenti," Hermione said and small jet of water spurted out from her wand and onto her hand. She quickly washed it. "There is no way I'm going to get used to Cormac McLaggen."

She waved her wand and said, "Muffliato."

She stood up and began to scream and shout; she kicked the seats, thumped her fists and said swear words no lady should say.

Draco Malfoy was coming back from the toilets when he walked past the Head's Compartment, he froze mid step when he saw Hermione Granger's face contorted into an expression of pure anger. She appeared to be shouting at the coat that was hung up but he couldn't hear what she was saying.

Cormac McLaggen who was rumoured to be Heady Boy wasn't in the compartment with her.

Draco knew he should have carried on walking but he had never seen Granger lose it quite like this, he leant against the wall and crossed his arms whilst an amused smile spread out across his lips. He couldn't help but think she looked adorable.

"Fucking disgusting-…" Hermione yelled and turned to throw Cormac's coat at the door but instead she found herself staring at piercing blue eyes. Blue eyes that have haunted her the past summer but they weren't empty, quite the opposite actually. They were full of amusement.

Draco Malfoy's lips parted into a breathy laugh and he walked away shaking his head, who knew that Draco Malfoy would laugh at something Hermione Granger did.

Hermione's eyes widened in shock and she fell back into the seat. "Oh no!"

She buried her head into Cormac's coat but when she realised what she was doing she threw it back to his side of the compartment.

"He must think I'm an idiot, on top of me being a Mudblood!"

Hermione wailed and huffed. "You know what, who cares what Malfoy thinks. I'm not going to let him get to me, I'm not going to think about the way he stood there and just watched me get tortured by his aunt. He's nothing to me."

"Hermione?"

She jumped as Cormac slid the door open.

"Oh, yes?"

"Did you cast a Muffliato spell?" he asked. "I couldn't hear what you were saying."

Good. She thought.

"Oh urm yeah, I was just practicing some spells," she lied smoothly.

Cormac took the lie and sat down opposite her, he apparently only got food for himself.

"Oh guess what I saw? Malfoy laughing, actually laughing! I think the world's going to end!" he joked.

Hermione gave half a smile. Shit…he's still laughing at me? Fuck my life!

Hehe, poor Hermione! Hope you all liked it, please review! :D :D

Oh, and I know that Draco has grey eyes in the book but when I picture Draco in my mind, I always picture Tom Felton's looks and I love his blue eyes! So, I'm sorry if you prefer Draco with grey eyes but I just had to use Tom's amazing blue ones..I mean in that in the least creepiest way possible...does that make sense? Oh well haha.

Enjoy! Review!