Chapter 1 – The night before, September 1st
Knock, knock
Hermione jumped, dragging herself out of her daydream about Hogwarts and her friends and her last year that she would be spending in Hogwarts.
"Come in," she said
"Hey sweetie, are you all packed for tomorrow?" asked her mum
"I just need to gather up my spare quills and parchment, but everything else is ready," Hermione replied
"That's good because you will have an early start in the morning and there will be no time to pack anything then," said her mum
"O.k. mum, don't worry I'll be packed before you know it."
"Right," said her mum and she left the room.
Hermione drifted back into her daydream. She was in the great hall, talking to Harry and Ron about her summer then someone called her name, except she had never heard them call her "Hermione" before. Malfoy, she thought, what does he want?
"Hermione, I need to speak to you." Malfoy said
"What about?" question Hermione
"I'll tell you in the piece and quiet of our common room. Now come on," he said and he took her hand and pulled her up from her seat.
"Oh yea I forgot we were sharing the same common room," she said
They suddenly stopped in front of an old picture of what seemed to be a very batty witch holding an umbrella, with wings, upside down.
"Password," said the witch, acknowledging their presence.
Hermione didn't know the password yet, but Malfoy did and he let her get into the common room. After crawling through the portrait hole, Hermione appeared in a, somewhat, smaller but defiantly more modernised common room.
"Ahh, a whole common room for just the Head Boy and Girl, how splendid." said Hermione
"Isn't it great?" asked Malfoy
"Yes great, now, what did you want to talk about?"
"Well, Hermione, I............" started Malfoy
"And why do you keep calling me Hermione?" she said, butting in
"Well that's your name isn't it?"
"Yea, but, you never called me Hermione before." She said, "Why start now?"
"One question at a time please!" said Malfoy, "Now where was I? Ahh yes well I think that this year well, its different isn't it but I mean this year you are so much more.................."
"HERMIONE, TEA IS READY!" yelled her mum from downstairs.
"Darn it," mumbled Hermione, "Even thought it was a day dream, I will never know what Malfoy thought about me.
She picked up some quills and a bit of parchment, set them in her trunk and hurried down to dinner.
