A/N Hey everyone! I won't bore you with long Author's Notes, but there are a few things I want to say. First of all, thanks for tuning into my story! I have been writing this on and off for two years, it's my baby! Ok, now the boring stuff. I don't own Harry Potter, nor anything to do with To Kill A Mockingbird. Or Coldplay (though I wish I did). Thanks for reading and I hope you like my story!

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CHAPTER 1

It was a cold, misty morning when the Hogwarts Express left platform 9 ¾ for the last time in the Golden Trio's schooling at Hogwarts. For the first part of the trip, the three of them sat silent in their usual cabin on the train, thinking about all of their experiences since meeting eachother and somewhat taking for granted that all of their experiences had been so, so different from those of the other students.

Hermione was the first to snap out of her trip down memory lane. Seeing the almost mournful looks on her friends' faces, decided that this trip should be remembered as a fun one, rather than a depressed blurr. She spoke up:

"Look guys, the year's hardly even started! It's not time to be reminiscing quite yet!"

On hearing this, Harry and Ron immediately perked up, realizing just how over-dramatic they were being.

"Sorry Hermione, just that it's our last trip to Hogwarts. Just makes me a little sad is all." said Ron, trying desperately not to turn into a blubbering mess.

Hermione slid closer to him and put her arm around his shoulders, and he unceremoniously started to cry into her shoulder. When he wasn't looking, Harry and Hermione shared amused smiles at their friend's outburst. Trying to keep his laughter at bay, Harry chose to turn to a more serious subject to distract them from the hysterical mass of red hair and tears hanging off Hermione's shoulder.

"So Hermione, what exactly do you think your and Draco's Head Girl and Head Boy duties will involve?"

Hermione's head shot up at the mention of Draco. It sounded so strange coming from Harry's mouth. Seeing his expression, Hermione guessed that it had been rather difficult for Harry to refer to him by his first name. And then his expression changed slightly and Hermione understood. If she were to survive this year being civil to him, both she and her friends would have to learn to treat him with as much respect as could be mustered, at least in the eyes of the teachers. She then answered his question.

"Oh, you know. Night patrols, organizing social events, trips to Hogsmead, that sort of stuff. Not very exciting."

And then as if Harry had heard her thoughts, he mentioned,

"And you can count on me never referring to him as Draco again." They smiled at eachother. No way in hell were Harry and Ron going to be 'nice' to him, and deep down she knew that.

Ron was quiet now, appearing to have gotten over his little fit, and was able to sit 'unaided'. They carried out the rest of the trip cracking jokes, with Ginny joining them half way to Hogwarts.

Eventually, the Hogwarts Express ground to a halt and everyone made their way to the Horseless Carriages.

They all entered the Great Hall to watch the sorting of the terrified little first years', then ate excessively at the Welcoming Feast before settling into their dorms. Hermione and Draco were instructed to wait in the Great Hall to be shown to their own quarters by Professor Dumbledore.

Their new rooms were not in either of the other houses' towers, but in a small tower between them, with two houses roughly on either side and central to the whole large building, so they would be able to do their night patrols without having to walk for miles. It also meant that if there were any problems, it would not be hard to find their quarters for help or complaints by the other students.

Their new rooms were beautiful. They had their own Common Room, complete with chunky couches, lush purple gold embroidered carpet, and a roaring fireplace. At the back of the room opposite to the door, were two stone spiral staircases disappearing up and around the corner, just like in the other houses, except the rooms at the top were singles not dorms. There were two rooms at the top of each of those staircases. A bathroom and of course, a bedroom.

Dumbledore issued these simple instructions: These private quarters were not to be taken advantage of. They were each permitted two friends at a time to visit, but never to stay the night, no parties, and the trust that they would be kept clean and in good order. Their belongings were already in their rooms unpacked thanks to the house elves and their rooms decorated in their house colours and hopefully to their liking.

Hermione was far too excited to see her new living quarters. She normally would have liked to sit by the fire for a little while, thinking about the new school year and what being Head Girl would mean for her, but instead she headed up her stairs to check out her new room.

She started with the door on the right. She opened it to find a beautiful bathroom, complete with a large bathtub and shower. It was all black marble tiles with white china sink, bath and shower floor. There were beautiful silver taps and fittings and fluffy towels in her house colours. After exploring the many lotions and bubble mixtures around the bath, Hermione left the bathroom and opened the door on the left. When she opened the door she could hardly believe her eyes.

What Hermione found was an incredible queen size four-poster bed, between two long French windows, where the moonlight was spilling into the room in stark streams, illuminating the room in a somber pale light. The duvet was thick, with a rich silk cover in deep maroon and gold. The pillows were deep and fluffy and the satin sheets looked so inviting. There were two beautifully carved dark rosewood doors on the left wall of the room, which opened up into a large walk-in wardrobe. Inside Hermione found all of her clothes hung neatly inside and drawers for her smaller items.

Feeling in a rather corny mood, Hermione outstretched her arms and twirled around the room, ravishing in her gorgeous new surroundings. She twirled her way across the room and landed face up on her bed. She laid there for a while, and then (in true Hermione fashion,) she broke out her school books and began studying in preparation for tomorrow.