A/N: A Very short chapter, just a filler really , to introduce characters and get some drama out of the way. But anyway, THANKS SO MUCH TO EVERYONE THAT HAS REVIEWED. It makes me so happy to see people reading my story, I'm definetly much more committed to the story now than I was so hopefully I will eventually finish it. Thanks again.

The next morning I woke up to the sound of the door closing next to me. I struggle for a second, before remembering last night and its horrible disasters. My vision shifts from groggy to clear and I see Draco walking to the common room exit.

"Draco. Wait." I mumble in a panicked, sleepy sort of way.

"Early morning meeting in 15 minutes. Get ready." He didn't turn around or pause as he made his way out. I sighed.

"I love you too."

I clambered onto my feet and forced myself to move towards my room so I could get ready. I rushed through my morning routines; shower, dress, hair, dab of make-up, teeth, deodorant, perfume and a double check of the books I'd need for the day. I left my room and hurried to the meeting.

"Sorry everyone," I said as I barged my way into the room, "overslept." I took my place next to Draco. "So, what have I missed?"

"Wow everyone, see that? She thinks she's too good for us to even show up on time."

"Shut up." Half the room said to Lavender.

"Nothing, we were just introducing ourselves. Imogen, you pick up where we left off." Draco said, pointing to a beautiful brunette curly haired 6th year Slytherin.

"So, as Dray said, I'm Imogen, Imogen Zabini." Blaise has a sister? That would explain the looks, "I'm in my 6th year, um I love ducks, but don't understand that the only yellow ducks are charmed yellow, seriously explain that! Sorry, um I'm in Slytherin, duh." She motioned to her tie and robes, "and I love chocolate chip cookies." She shrugged and grinned cheekily at Draco, who was shaking his head with an amused smile on his face.

"Hey, I'm Ginny, and if you couldn't tell by the hair, I'm a Weasley," everyone laughed slightly, "so I'm in Gryffindor, I like Quidditch and I'm dating her brother." She gestured to Imogen.

"WHAT?" Ron bellowed.

"Later Big Bro, behave. Yeah that's about it."

"Hi, I'm Luna Lovegood and these last holidays my dad and I found a colony of Nargles." She said in that off-the-planet tone of voice.

Everyone went quiet for a few seconds.

"What's a -mmph-" Everyone turned towards a light brown haired 6th year boy, who was wearing a Ravenclawed coloured scarf around his head and had not seemed to have fully grasped the concept of what a uniform was. He was wearing tight denim shorts, grey so to be conspicuous, and had a short sleeved blue button up on without his tie, his robes were casually placed over his shoulders. And a hand belonging to one Ron Weasley, was slammed across his mouth. Ron was obviously trying to save the room from Luna's explanation of what a Nargle is, and had attacked the poor boy as he went to ask the question.

"Sorry," Ron removed his hand, "I thought I saw a bee, but it was just my imagination. Anyway, who are you?" He asked the poor boy.

"Xavier Black."

"Black? I've never heard of you." Ron blurted out.

"My gramps got blasted off the family tree, something about giving his nephew money, you know that Sirius Black guy, he was Gramps nephew. Any way Luna, would you mind telling me what a Nargle is sometime later?"

"Okay, just let me know."

"Um, my name is Benjamin Robin," he was a bit of cutie, dirty blonde hair and sapphire eyes, "I'm crap at Herbology and wicked at charms. That's about it really."

It was getting closer to breakfast and everyone was starting to get hungry. But I still needed to say something.

"I think we should cut this short, breakfast is soon. But before we leave, I need to tell you all something."

"Finally decided to step down from head girl and give it to someone that actually deserves it?" Lavender said.

I looked at her, and laughed. "No, I'm not, because Lav-Lav I do deserve it. I've worked so hard to get where I am today. Without the Madison name by the way. Two months ago I was a normal muggle-born witch. Then my parents decided to tell me that my whole life was lie. Everything changed, I admit I adjusted well, but I was still confronted with issues and I didn't know who I was supposed to be. So, now I'm going to tell you all exactly who I am, who I was, and who I can never truly be again. My name is Amber Cleo Madison, but the name I will always belong to is Hermione Jean Granger.

I suppose I should have been happy, everyone had responded to my confession really well. Lavender almost had a breakdown trying to apologise to me. I remember her tripping over herself trying to hug me. Everyone had a laugh, but all I could see was Draco trying to not let his non-chalant expression from falling, and before anyone could say anything more, Lavender and the other girls had grabbed me and pulled me out of the room, through the common room full of surprised 6th and 7th years, who had seen our confrontation the night before and we're wondering why Lavender and I were attached at the hip and not fighting.

We some how managed to squeeze out the common room in a jumbled mass of bodies. A million conversations were brewing around me, and I only contributed the rare single word answers. Breakfast flew by, my first two classes were a haze and by the time lunch time rolled around, I was acting like a robot. I needed to get things into perspective before any thing else. I was acting less and less like a human being and I couldn't figure out why.

The only good thing about my day was that I had a free day after lunch. So I left my unfinished meal and wondered up to the senior rooms. The common room was almost empty, a few seventh years already getting stuck into assignments muttering something about it being the first day and unfairness. I walked through the meeting room and into the heads commons. I took a seat on the couch. And just cried.

I stayed that way for an hour or so before Harry and Ron came in to see me. They said nothing and just clambered onto the couch next to me, I shifted into Harry's shoulder.

"I should have told him straight off." I mumble.

"You weren't ready for him to know, you were falling for him." Ron said, I laughed and looked up at him in question. "Slimy git, Merlin knows why you'd ever like a ferret." He smiled at me.

"Ron's right, but then again so are you. Imagine if he never found out, then one day he just put it together, you can work from this 'mione. You wouldn't have been able to if it was like that." He called me 'mione, that made me feel so much better, better than a million hugs, a thousand deep'n'meaning-fulls, for a second I was Hermione Granger, Muggle born witch extraordinaire.

"Thanks guys." We stayed like that, mostly quiet, until dinner time. The boys waited for me while I fixed myself up and then we headed down to the great hall. I actually ate a fair amount of food and the boys kept me entertained. I felt more me in those moments, than I had ever felt these past months.

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