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Chapter 5 - The Head Boy and Girl
"Hermione, have you got everything packed?" Mrs. Granger said.
"Yes!" Hermione said, emerging from her bedroom.
"Okay then, let's go!" At that, Hermione and her mother headed outside to the car.
Mrs. Granger glanced at her watch. "We've got a half an hour until your train leaves. We've got plenty of time."
After a short car ride, they arrived at King's Cross train station. Hermione and Mrs. Granger walked casually towards the wall between platforms nine and ten. Then, without notice, they slipped through the barrier. Mrs. Granger had gotten very used to this.
When they were on the other side of the barrier, they saw the scarlet steam engine gleaming in the sunlight.
"Oh, I can't believe you're going back," Mrs. Granger sighed. "The summer passed by so quickly."
"Don't worry, Mom," Hermione said, patting her mother's hand. "I'll write you, like I always do," she added, smiling.
Mrs. Granger gazed into Hermione's dark eyes, and sighed again.
"Well, I guess you'd better get going, honey," she said as the Hogwarts Express began to steam.
Hermione put her arms around her mother's neck, and gave her a long hug. Mrs. Granger kissed her forehead.
"Take care, hon. Love you!"
"Love you too!" Hermione called as she walked into the train.
Just as soon as she got on, the Hogwarts Express started moving.
"Crap," she muttered. "Where's Harry and Ron?"
She knew they liked the back, so she walked all the way down the corridor, and slid open the last compartment.
"How did I know," she laughed, as she saw Harry and Ron changing into their robes.
"HERMIONE!" Ron's half dressed body jumped on top of Hermione's. They both lay on the floor on top of each other, staring at each other. Hermione was blushing.
Harry cleared his throat. Ron awkwardly got up off Hermione, and helped her up.
"That was interesting," Harry said, fighting back a laugh.
"Sorry about that," Ron mumbled, his face reddening.
"You nearly killed me, Ron!" Hermione said, laughing.
"How was your summer?" Harry asked, when they settled into their seats.
"Oh, it was fine, how about you two?" she replied, looking at Harry and Ron.
But before they could answer, the compartment door slid open, and Neville walked in.
"Hey Hermione, congratulations on being Head Girl," he said, smiling. "You're the first ever sixth year to be one!"
"Oh!" Hermione gasped. She had forgotten all about it.
Harry and Ron gave her quizzical looks.
"Oh, I can't believe I forgot to tell you guys--"
"Yeah, tell the whole world, but us," Ron said bitterly.
"Hey, I'm sorry. It was really a surprise for me, too," Hermione said, looking at Ron and Harry apologetically.
"It's okay," Harry smiled. He glanced at Ron, who still seemed pissed.
"It's no big deal, Ron," Harry snapped.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Ron replied. "Congratulations, 'Mione."
"Thanks," Hermione smiled.
"Hey Hermione, there's a special compartment only for the Head Boy and Girl," Neville said. "I think you're supposed to be in there."
"Oh great," Hermione sighed and grabbed her books. "I'll see you guys later, I promise!"
Harry and Ron watched her leave the compartment.
Hermione walked all the way to the other side of the train, and looked around.
Which compartment is it? she thought. She then noticed a compartment with a small star next to its door.
"This must be it," she muttered to herself. As she grasped the handle to slide the door open, she wondered for the first time who Head Boy was. She slid open the door and saw, none other than, Draco Malfoy sitting inside.
Hermione's insides turned to ice.
No! she thought to herself furiously. She'd rather be with a rat than with Malfoy. She clenched her fists tightly and stood rooted to the spot.
"Chill out, mudblood," Draco muttered. "I didn't exactly jump up in excitement, either."
Hermione gritted her teeth as she walked over to the other side of the compartment, as far from Draco as possible. She sat down in the corner, not looking up.
"Damn it," Draco said. "Why couldn't they make the Heads Compartment any bigger? I can already smell you from here."
Hermione's insides were burning. She was bursting to curse him with every spell she knew, but she held her tongue.
They sat in silence for almost an hour, before any of them spoke again.
"Not allowed to bring my friends in here, either..." Draco was mumbling.
Hermione remained silent. She did not intend on speaking to him at all.
At that moment, the compartment door slid open, and the plump lady with the food trolley asked them if they wanted anything.
"No thanks," Hermione said quietly.
"Finally!" Draco said loudly. He walked over the trolley and snatched a bunch of sweets, and handed the lady a handful of sickles, not bothering for change. He tossed the food onto the seat next to him and sat back down.
"What's the matter, Granger? Don't have any money?" Draco said, stuffing a chocolate frog into his mouth. "The weasel must be rubbing off on you."
Hermione gripped her wand tightly in her pocket.
Ignore him...ignore him... she told herself.
Draco got up and headed towards the compartment door.
"I need some fresh air," he said. He shot Hermione a nasty look.
As soon as he left, Hermione's hands shot up to her face, which was burning hot. She had a sick feeling in her throat.
"Urgh," Hermione coughed, trying to get the feeling out of her throat. She had never let Draco get to her, well at least not in FRONT of him.
She remembered the first time he had called her a mudblood, and how much it had upset her.
He made me cry, Hermione thought. You can't let him see that! she told herself.
She didn't know what to think right now. Her mind was blurred. She couldn't remember what happened next, but before she knew it, she had fallen asleep.
"Hermione! Hermione! Wake up, we're here," a voice was calling Hermione. It seemed really far away.
"HERMIONE!"
"Huh?" Hermione jerked awake. "Wh-What's going on?"
"You fell asleep?" Harry laughed. "Well, come on, we've arrived."
"Oh." Hermione straightened up and followed Harry out of the compartment.
"Oh hey, so who's Head Boy?" Harry asked.
Hermione looked at him, then sighed, "Malfoy."
"WHAT?!" Harry said, gaping at Hermione.
"I know," Hermione said gloomily.
"What happened, did he say anything to you?" Harry asked angrily.
"No," Hermione lied. She did not want to talk about it, so she quickly changed the subject. "So hey, where's Ron?"
"Fred and George wanted to talk to him about something," Harry replied, shrugging.
By the time they got off the train, it was raining very heavily. It was almost impossible to see the carriages that took up all the students above first year up to the castle. Harry and Hermione got one of their own, and were joined by Ron shortly after.
After a few minutes, they reached the castle. When they went inside, Hermione stopped took a deep intake of breath.
"It's great to be back home," she said happily.
Chapter 5 - The Head Boy and Girl
"Hermione, have you got everything packed?" Mrs. Granger said.
"Yes!" Hermione said, emerging from her bedroom.
"Okay then, let's go!" At that, Hermione and her mother headed outside to the car.
Mrs. Granger glanced at her watch. "We've got a half an hour until your train leaves. We've got plenty of time."
After a short car ride, they arrived at King's Cross train station. Hermione and Mrs. Granger walked casually towards the wall between platforms nine and ten. Then, without notice, they slipped through the barrier. Mrs. Granger had gotten very used to this.
When they were on the other side of the barrier, they saw the scarlet steam engine gleaming in the sunlight.
"Oh, I can't believe you're going back," Mrs. Granger sighed. "The summer passed by so quickly."
"Don't worry, Mom," Hermione said, patting her mother's hand. "I'll write you, like I always do," she added, smiling.
Mrs. Granger gazed into Hermione's dark eyes, and sighed again.
"Well, I guess you'd better get going, honey," she said as the Hogwarts Express began to steam.
Hermione put her arms around her mother's neck, and gave her a long hug. Mrs. Granger kissed her forehead.
"Take care, hon. Love you!"
"Love you too!" Hermione called as she walked into the train.
Just as soon as she got on, the Hogwarts Express started moving.
"Crap," she muttered. "Where's Harry and Ron?"
She knew they liked the back, so she walked all the way down the corridor, and slid open the last compartment.
"How did I know," she laughed, as she saw Harry and Ron changing into their robes.
"HERMIONE!" Ron's half dressed body jumped on top of Hermione's. They both lay on the floor on top of each other, staring at each other. Hermione was blushing.
Harry cleared his throat. Ron awkwardly got up off Hermione, and helped her up.
"That was interesting," Harry said, fighting back a laugh.
"Sorry about that," Ron mumbled, his face reddening.
"You nearly killed me, Ron!" Hermione said, laughing.
"How was your summer?" Harry asked, when they settled into their seats.
"Oh, it was fine, how about you two?" she replied, looking at Harry and Ron.
But before they could answer, the compartment door slid open, and Neville walked in.
"Hey Hermione, congratulations on being Head Girl," he said, smiling. "You're the first ever sixth year to be one!"
"Oh!" Hermione gasped. She had forgotten all about it.
Harry and Ron gave her quizzical looks.
"Oh, I can't believe I forgot to tell you guys--"
"Yeah, tell the whole world, but us," Ron said bitterly.
"Hey, I'm sorry. It was really a surprise for me, too," Hermione said, looking at Ron and Harry apologetically.
"It's okay," Harry smiled. He glanced at Ron, who still seemed pissed.
"It's no big deal, Ron," Harry snapped.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Ron replied. "Congratulations, 'Mione."
"Thanks," Hermione smiled.
"Hey Hermione, there's a special compartment only for the Head Boy and Girl," Neville said. "I think you're supposed to be in there."
"Oh great," Hermione sighed and grabbed her books. "I'll see you guys later, I promise!"
Harry and Ron watched her leave the compartment.
Hermione walked all the way to the other side of the train, and looked around.
Which compartment is it? she thought. She then noticed a compartment with a small star next to its door.
"This must be it," she muttered to herself. As she grasped the handle to slide the door open, she wondered for the first time who Head Boy was. She slid open the door and saw, none other than, Draco Malfoy sitting inside.
Hermione's insides turned to ice.
No! she thought to herself furiously. She'd rather be with a rat than with Malfoy. She clenched her fists tightly and stood rooted to the spot.
"Chill out, mudblood," Draco muttered. "I didn't exactly jump up in excitement, either."
Hermione gritted her teeth as she walked over to the other side of the compartment, as far from Draco as possible. She sat down in the corner, not looking up.
"Damn it," Draco said. "Why couldn't they make the Heads Compartment any bigger? I can already smell you from here."
Hermione's insides were burning. She was bursting to curse him with every spell she knew, but she held her tongue.
They sat in silence for almost an hour, before any of them spoke again.
"Not allowed to bring my friends in here, either..." Draco was mumbling.
Hermione remained silent. She did not intend on speaking to him at all.
At that moment, the compartment door slid open, and the plump lady with the food trolley asked them if they wanted anything.
"No thanks," Hermione said quietly.
"Finally!" Draco said loudly. He walked over the trolley and snatched a bunch of sweets, and handed the lady a handful of sickles, not bothering for change. He tossed the food onto the seat next to him and sat back down.
"What's the matter, Granger? Don't have any money?" Draco said, stuffing a chocolate frog into his mouth. "The weasel must be rubbing off on you."
Hermione gripped her wand tightly in her pocket.
Ignore him...ignore him... she told herself.
Draco got up and headed towards the compartment door.
"I need some fresh air," he said. He shot Hermione a nasty look.
As soon as he left, Hermione's hands shot up to her face, which was burning hot. She had a sick feeling in her throat.
"Urgh," Hermione coughed, trying to get the feeling out of her throat. She had never let Draco get to her, well at least not in FRONT of him.
She remembered the first time he had called her a mudblood, and how much it had upset her.
He made me cry, Hermione thought. You can't let him see that! she told herself.
She didn't know what to think right now. Her mind was blurred. She couldn't remember what happened next, but before she knew it, she had fallen asleep.
"Hermione! Hermione! Wake up, we're here," a voice was calling Hermione. It seemed really far away.
"HERMIONE!"
"Huh?" Hermione jerked awake. "Wh-What's going on?"
"You fell asleep?" Harry laughed. "Well, come on, we've arrived."
"Oh." Hermione straightened up and followed Harry out of the compartment.
"Oh hey, so who's Head Boy?" Harry asked.
Hermione looked at him, then sighed, "Malfoy."
"WHAT?!" Harry said, gaping at Hermione.
"I know," Hermione said gloomily.
"What happened, did he say anything to you?" Harry asked angrily.
"No," Hermione lied. She did not want to talk about it, so she quickly changed the subject. "So hey, where's Ron?"
"Fred and George wanted to talk to him about something," Harry replied, shrugging.
By the time they got off the train, it was raining very heavily. It was almost impossible to see the carriages that took up all the students above first year up to the castle. Harry and Hermione got one of their own, and were joined by Ron shortly after.
After a few minutes, they reached the castle. When they went inside, Hermione stopped took a deep intake of breath.
"It's great to be back home," she said happily.