Discy: On Prologue

A/N: Thank you to the following reviewers:

Henry - I do watch Charmed, a lot!

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*Chapter 1* Head Girl's Life:

Hermione entered her dormitory, the caretaker, Artemis Domohov the First, had quickly shown the students to their dorms and there had been a little trouble with it, as the Head Girl and Boy had to be together to set an example to the Russian students. Hermione and the others did not know what he meant but they were soon to find out.

As Hermione stepped into her temporary dormitory because of the fuss, she thought she had stepped into heaven. She gasped as she took in the vast displays of elaborately painted portraits, of the old Headmasters and Headmistresses of the school. The walls were covered with them and the odd bit of wall paint peeped through and its colour was royal, ruby red. Her eyes lingered on an odd painting that looked a lot like Professor Dumbledore, but then thought that it couldn't be him. After all, he was never at a Russian School!

She chucked her luggage on the red, satin, four-poster bed and opened her trunks. Once she opened them, all her clothes, jewellery, make-up and other stuff went flying to where they would go - the cupboard, drawers and dressing table.

"Whoa! This place is hi-tech in magic!" She thought, "Wait, why am I talking to myself? I'll think about that later."

She walked up to the mahogany cupboard and the others, checking if everything was in place. They were.

She sat herself down on the bed and noticed the intricate designs on the headrest on the bed. It resembled a flying phoenix with fire glowing around it. Underneath it, it said: Press phoenix in case of fire.

"And here was I thinking that maybe there was a mystery to solve, or another adventure. Best not to keep my hopes up," She sighed aloud.

Suddenly as she was arguing with herself, the Portrait that looked like Dumbledore began to speak in an echoing tone.

"Ah, I see you have made your self comfortable, am I disturbing you? "

Hermione shook her head, apparently looking surprised. Then she realised that it was the same kind of portrait that was a Sirius's house and in Dumbledore's office. The one of Sirius's grandfather. "Well, I am just here to inform you that you have been appointed Head Girl of Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am terribly sorry to mention it to you before you left but I had a bit of a problem, I am afraid that Mr Filch has placed up a notice telling everyone, that they are no longer any food, drink or equipment in the corridors or classrooms. Now I presume you are ready to share the tower with the Head Boy, and you'll be glad to know you have been already appointed to it. The Head Boy will be here shortly; with a letter of all the details you must know. Now cheerio, I must go and help Professor McGonagall with some transfiguration that went wrong."

With that he just left Hermione staring at the empty portrait. "Creepy, I can't just let him pop in when he wants to, I'll have to do something about that." She whispered, then she smacked herself as she realised that she had been talking to herself again. "I'm going mad!"

*********The Head Girl and Boy*********

Well it was no surprise Hermione had become Head Girl, after all she was best student in the whole school! She got more than 300% in all her exams and was chosen for many responsibilities. She had a shower, brushed her teeth and got changed into a blue, silver laced, off the shoulder top and a pair of hip hugging jeans. She blow dried her hair and roughly brushed her hair so that her curls roamed free and fell over her shoulders. It was true she had changed a lot, but so had the others. She was seventeen anyway so she had become mature and her skin had a glow to it since her trip to Ibiza.

She walked down the spiral staircase towards their common room. It looked pretty much the same as her bedroom, except that there was no bed.

"Hmmm," She thought aloud, "I'm going to like this place after all."

She sat down on a familiar mahogany chair, when her train of thoughts were interrupted.

"F****** HELL! YOU CANNOT BE HEAD GIRL, yes you can but that's beside the point. GET LOST! THIS IS NOT A PLACE FOR SOMETHING AS FIL - "

Hermione turned around at this point shocked and astonished by the sudden burst of appearance. She groaned as she saw a nightmare come true.

"Don't tell me that you're Head Girl, Granger," he said trembling from head to toe with anger.

"Great, all I needed was for you to pop up isn't it. Just drop the name calling thing because I'm not in the mood for it," Hermione replied. It was true, she wasn't in the mood, and she was feeling very tired and excited at the same time. She wanted to go sleep in her bed and to snuggle up in the soft pillows, and visit Harry and Ron to tell them about everything Dumbledore had told her. But she knew there was lots of work to do, and that meant sitting with -

A/N: Probably easy to guess who mystery guy is but hey! This is first fic remember! NEways. R&R please. Even send in some improvements or ideas I could make *be nice*. I written another chappy but I'll only post if I get 5 or more reviews. Get going folks!