Hermione woke early the next day, for she still had things she needed to get done before heading home. She had packed most of her belongings that she would be taking with her a few days ago, only leaving out her necessities. She climbed out of her warm bed and made it with precise precision.

She continued with her morning ritual. Showering, getting dresses, brushing out her hair, brushing her teeth. When she was done she looked at herself in the mirror. She had changed nothing to drastic really. She had grown about an inch taller and lost a lot of her baby fat here and there. Her hair was no long a huge massive bush, but soft curls flowing gown her back landing softly above her behind.

She had curves, but nothing to big. She was over all pretty, but nothing to be jealous of or so she thought. There were far more people that were prettier than her. Upon looking at herself in the mirror she applied little make-up. All natural colors, she believes make-up was to bring out your beauty, enhance it if you will, but not cover it.

Packing up her bathroom essentials, she neatly placed them in her trunk. Closing the lid she picked up the heavy trunk, and carried it down the three flights of stairs. Not that she minded. She needed the exercise, well during the summer she did, when she was at school she gets plenty of it with Harry and Ron.

This year would be different though. She would be alone with the head boy, who ever that was going to be. She'd been wondering that very question for awhile now, but had narrowed the choices to who best fit the profile.

There was Dean Thomas from Griffindor, Abraham Wilson from Hufflepuff, Joshua Roswell from Ravenclaw, and Draco Malfoy from Slytherin. To her it did not really mattered who got the position. Well it did but she figured who ever it is has something special to contribute to the school other wise Dumbledore would not have assigned them the position; in fact she would be honored to be working with whomever.


She delicately placed herself on the bench, and waited for people to arrive for there train. She was anxious she had not seen her friends in a while, and hoped they noticed her. One of her biggest fears, being forgotten. It had happened to her before.

People slowly started to drift in though the many different portals through the walls. She could name a few of the people walking by, she continued to look around and smiled as she noticed the excited first years, and some looking scared. They were going to have the time of there lives if they were anything like she was.

The platform started getting full of students and families. Her thoughts were so afar, she did not notice Luna Lovegood come and sit next to her on the bench.

'Hello Hermione How was your summer?' she asked, smiling at her.

'Good how was yours?' She asked politely.

'Great, my father and I went nargle hunting. It was fun. Thank you for asking. Would you like to sit with me on the train?' Harmless as the question was, it angered Hermione, why couldn't her family care like that about her?

'No thank you, between you and me,' she leaned in closer just to make sure no one else heard her 'I've made head girl.' She smiled to show she was happy about it.

'Congratulations, you will do our school great good.' She stood up and skipped over to where Lavender Brown was standing.

With a loud whistle the train pulled up to the platform and with a screech stopped.


She took her seat upon an old used bench. How this bench was so used, was beyond her, for this was the heads compartment. Other than the old benches the compartment was nice, cozy almost. It was a large compartment, much larger than the others, it has two benches, stuffed with throw pillows everywhere, and small fireplace to keep the place warm. But none of this mattered to Hermione for she was content with one of the small compartments with a window.

The train traveled fast but not two fast, you could make out differed trees as you zoomed past them. She smiled slightly, the sun was shining today, coming in through her window and landing upon her. Warming her up twice as much than with the fire place.

She was alone for now, awaiting the arrival for the head boy to come. Shortly after reaching half way the compartment door slide open, she put on a smile and turned to face the head boy. Her smile slightly faltered when she noticed Malfoy standing in the door way, but she silently vowed not to let him bother her this year. With a nod of her head as an hello, and turned back to her sun bathed window.