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Updated 5/15/14

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Hermione stood on the platform 9 3/4, alone, at precisely at 4 o'clock. She stood on the platform, marveling over the huge train in front of her. With her luggage in two hands and her new Head badge standing out against her dark Hogwarts robe, she made her way to the loading area.

She passed be First years chasing siblings with their new wands, Second years trying to weed their way through the crowd, students loading their luggage into the compartments, but the thing that stopped her was the overwhelming amount of parents saying goodbye to their children.

Don't cry. Don't cry.

Stopping the tears in her eyes, Hermione continued to walk towards the luggage compartment.

Cries echoed around the platform.

"Goodbye!"

"Be good!"

"I love you!"

"Say goodbye to your father now."

Hermione missed her parents. After the war, she had contacted the Ministry to get permission to apparate to Australia and restore her parents minds. Unfortunately, because she had Obliviated illegally, her request was going to take a while. Plus with the war going on, obliviations were the least of their worries. Although Hermione was upset that she had to wait, she understood at the same time. It wasn't safe for her parents, or at least not yet. Voldemort may have been gone, but there was the matter of Death Eaters being rounded up and being sentenced to Azkaban. No Death Eater, except for a few exceptions, was not put in Azkaban. The Ministry just assumed that if they fought in the first and second war they were guilty.

Realizing that she was standing in front of the luggage compartment for a while, Hermione quickly loaded her luggage and made her way to the Head compartment.

h.H.h

Congratulations!

Hermione Granger, upon close examination of your time at Hogwarts, the faculty and I have deemed you worthy to be this years Head Girl. Please be aware, this is no easy task. You will be a model of how everyone is supposed to behave. You must keep your grades an outstanding or higher and most of all you must not get into trouble.

If you decide to except simply send a reply, no later than July 24.

Congratulations on your new position.

Minerva McGonagoll

Head Mistress

h.H.h

At first, Harry was supposed to be Head Boy, but since he's declined, it was a total mystery who would be working with her.

Please be Ron. Please be Ron.

Of course it could never be Ron. He would have told her, or at least Harry. Hermione could only wish that it was Ron.

"Hermione?!" Draco Malfoy stood in the doorway of the Heads compartment, surprise written on his face. He had grown a lot. His white hair somehow got whiter. He got taller and filled out more. His blck obsidian robes were imppecable as ever with the Slytherin badge prominent over his heart. His eyes seemed to flicker silver in the light. "What-"

Faster than a blink of an eye, Hermione had her wand out and pointed Draco's heart.

"What are you doing her?" Questioned Hermione. "Why aren't you rotting in Azkaban?"

"Hermione," Draco said quietly,"Calm down."

"No, Draco."

"You're making a big mistake. I had nothing to do with the war."

"Bullshit!"

"Well, maybe I did have something to do with the war."

"Get out. You don't belong here, and even if you did this is the Head's compartment."

"This," he gestures to the Head badge, bright against his dark Hogwarts robe," is where you're wrong."

"No. Way. In. Hell." Dropping her wand, Hermione couldn't help but stare at Draco.

"Yes, Hermione. I believe you owe me an apology." He sat down, carefully avoiding Crookshanks, who was taking up almost all of the seat.

Defeated, Hermione plopped down on the seat, as far as she could get from Draco.

"Why? How? I don't understand."

"We can start the story with a sorry."

"Sorry," Hermione said, not really meaning it.

"Good enough." He moved Crookshanks and laid down.

"What are you doing?"

"Granger, I've been hiding out in America for six months. I'm tired, let me sleep."

"Bu-," snores came from Draco's mouth. "Fine."

And with that Hermione stomped out of the compartment.

h.H.h

Hermione, bored out of her mind and tired of the constant chatter of other Prefects, decided to find Harry and Ron. Moving towards the back of the train she saw two figures coming out of the loo together, deciding to let the situation slip this once she continued to look for Harry and Ron.

Hermione had found Harry and Ginny exactly where she thought they would be, in the back of all of the prefect compartments, unfortunately, no Ron was to be found anywhere.

"Hey, guys!" Hermione greeted the couple as they sprung apart from their snogging.

"Hey, Hermione," Ginny said, blushing.

"Oh come on, Ginny. I've seen you guys do this before."

"It's still weird," Ginny said, as she straightened her hair.

"So... How are you Hermione," Harry said, finally speaking after a long silence.

Remembering what happened, Hermione closed the compartment door and sat down on the opposite seat.

"The logic of the world has been twisted."

"What? What happened?" Harry looked worried, his green eyes seemed to have increased their intensity.

"Draco bloody Malfoy is the new Head Boy!" Hermione shouted practically exploding.

"Oh."

"Oh?!" Both girls shouted at the same time.

"Well, I mean-oh?"

"Oh?" Ginny said, confusion clearly written on her and Hermiones' face.

"I wouldn't expect you to understand," he said, looking at his hands as if they were interesting.

"Make us understand, Harry." Hermione demanded.

"No."

"No?"

"Just trust me on this Hermione, he's a good guy."

"Harry, what you said was the understatement of a lifetime."

"You don't need to!" He shouted. After calming himself down, he said," you weren't at his trial. I was."

"You went where?" Ginny and Hermione shouted simultaneously.

"How-" Hermione questioned.

"When?" Ginny interrupted.

"I had to go. I didn't want to, but I had to," Harry said defeated. "Just go easy on him, Hermione. He's been through enough."

"So let me get this straight. You, want me, to be nice to Malfoy! The Malfoy that gave us hell for six years! The one that killed Dumbledore! The one that let Death Eaters into Hogwarts! Supported the Voldemort's killing of all muggles, even me!" Hermione shouted.

"It's not that hard is it?" Harry practically yelled.

"Yes! It is! I can't do this! Not after all he's done to us!"

"Than prove me wrong! Tell him you want to start over! Tell him the past is done! Show me how he hasn't changed!"

"Fine!" With that Hermione stomped out of the compartment determined to prove Harry wrong.

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