A/N: Sheesh, I feel so unloved. No one reviewed the story. Well to bad. I enjoy writing this so I am going to keep going and hopefully someone eventually reads and reviews....If you do, you will be my favorite person! Okay I'm a loser, but hey, it's a phase right? Hopefully! Okay on with notes.

1. Italics are A.) A letter to Harry. B.) Another entry in the Wonderful Journal of Hermione.

2. Lyrics do not belong to me. They belong to Good Charlotte's Predictable.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters they are all property of the great JK Rowling. The only thing I take ownership rights to is the plot and the poems of course.

Chapter Dos

"Mum!! Why did you let me sleep in!? I am going to be so late! I can't believe this; I'm not even done packing."

Hermione Granger, Miss-Know-It-All, Member of the Golden Trio; ran through her small muggle home shrieking as she stuffed large leather bound text books and loose quills into her trunk. Her ginger cat Crookshanks still lay curled up on her soft bed. Pulling her school robes from her dresser she neatly placed them a top everything else. She looked around her room, searching for the remainder of her school supplies; under her bed she spotted a bottle of ink, on her desk was her potions essay, and on the vanity was her wand. She had everything now; she could finally relax and enjoy breakfast with her family.

"Oh 'Mione, have you forgotten, you can get to Kings Cross all on your own this year? I didn't feel it necessary to wake you at such an early hour when you didn't need to leave so early."

Mrs. Granger was standing over a lit stove with frying pan in hand. A spatula lay on the counter beside the stove. Hermione took a seat at the round table and came face to face with her father. She smiled sweetly and reached for the Daily Prophet which was lying beside her father's morning paper. She began flipping through the pages and her jaw dropped open as she began to read an utterly bewildering paragraph.

Headmaster of Hogwarts to Be Replaced?

Reporter for the Prophet, Madam Rita Skeeter has stumbled upon shocking reports that the once esteemed Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Albus Dumbledore; Order of Merlin First Class, is suspected to be taking his leave of the school. It is rumored that one Minerva McGonagall will be taking over as Headmistress and Severus Snape will be appointed Deputy Headmaster. All wonder if this in fact does come to be, who will be in charge of the mighty Gryffindors. Professor McGonagall who has not truly verified if these rumors are the truth has stated however, "If any such thing was to come about our reappointed Defense Against the Dark Art's teacher Remus Lupin would become the new head of Gryffindor House." We are still waiting verification from Dumbledore if it is true he has finally decided on spending this year, Harry Potter's Seventh Year, as his last as well. More to come in later reports.

Hermione gasped as she read and her eyes filled with tears. Dumbledore, leaving Hogwarts? Why would he do such a thing!? With Voldemort still strong the school would fall, or was this some sort of plan of the brilliant Headmaster. Let the enemy think something completely false, get his hopes up and attack while he has his guard down? She didn't know what was going on; she had not received any owls from the school since she received her letter a week prior.

She quickly devoured the breakfast consisting of eggs, bacon, sausage, toast and orange juice before running back up to her room. She grabbed a quill and a spare piece of parchment scrawling down a quick note to Harry.

Harry,

Have you read the Prophet this morning? I know I'll be seeing you shortly but I felt I needed to write you! I can't believe this. What is going on? Dumbledore can not abandoned the school, I don't care how worthy of a cause. I respect McGonagall beyond all measures, but Dumbledore leaving will be the saddest day in the history of the school!

Much love,

Hermione

She let out a small sigh and reached out stroking the soft feathers of her new owl, Rachelle. She tied the letter to Rachelle's leg and carried her to the window letting her fly away. Unsure if the letter would reach Harry before she saw him she shrugged. Even if it didn't it was fine. She had just needed a way to let out her feelings. Sure it had been a short letter but it had relieved her and that was what she had wanted. A quick relief from the confusion she had entered upon seeing the title, of the article that read the demise of Hogwarts.

"Hermione dear, are you going to come down here and spend the last few minutes before you leave, with us?"

Hermione heard her mother's voice calling up the stairs and she laughed. She opened her door and quickly descended the stairs, sitting down beside her mother on the small couch she curled up and kissed her mother's cheek. Her father soon joined them wrapping a strong arm around her shoulders and beaming proudly at his daughter. She knew she was lucky, there were probably muggle-born witches and wizards out there whose parent's probably disowned them as soon as they heard the news that their child was 'different'. But her parent's couldn't have been prouder. She still remembered the shocked yet excited faces she had seen the day she received the letter informing her of her magical possessed powers.

The family sat together for a few hours discussing her birthday that was about to come. Her father asked her what she would like for her birthday and she waved him off saying that her beautiful owl Rachelle was enough. But they both insisted that they were going to give her a magnificent birthday present, it is only once that your only child turns eighteen.

"If you insist, but I don't want anything big...Maybe a book or something."

After a tearful good bye Hermione hurried off to her room to grab her trunk and her small duffle bag. She kissed both parents quickly on the cheek. She glanced around the room, muttered a soft prayer her family would be kept safe while she was away, and smiled at the house she would not be seeing until the holidays. With that a –pop- sounded and the spot she had stood in moments prior was now empty.

Dearest Journal,

I am absolutely terrified to go back to school this final year. With Voldemort still at power who knows what is going to go down. What if he decides he wants to somehow take over the school? Everyone says the only wizard he ever feared was Dumbledore...And now Dumbledore wants to retire!! My heart keeps beating rapidly. I can't breathe anymore and my head is spinning in circles. I don't know what I am going to do. But besides that, I have to share a dormitory with the Slytherin Prince. I know we have both agreed that we are going to do all in our might to get along this year, but...What if it was only a hoax? What if he is just trying to get me to open up and then he can strike? I truly doubt that is his intention but, you never really know do you? This is my last year! Seventh Year and Head Girl to boot. I am so excited at the same time. I will sorely miss the boys when this ends. Though I very much doubt we will fall apart...There's always the Order. Which can not be dismantled until Harry finally defeats that sorry excuse for a wizard Voldemort. I am just sitting in this cabin waiting for Harry and Ron to show up. They promised to be here early so I could see them before Dumbledore called the prefects and heads to their meeting. But, now that I think about it...Ron is a prefect! Poor Harry, he'll be alone, for Ginny was made prefect also. But, he'll have Neville, Dean and Seamus to keep him company. Still, poor Harry! Yay! I see them coming right now.

Harry, Ron and Ginny came to a skidding halt outside the compartment Hermione was sitting alone in. Harry reached for the door and threw it open and catching Hermione as she threw herself at him. Hermione held on tight to Harry laughing. Ron and Ginny slipped past them and sat down. But, just as Ron sat down she untangled herself from Harry and jumped into Ron's arms hugging him tightly. Everyone noticed Ron's cheeks take a red tint to them and they all laughed. Finally, she sat beside Ginny laughing and hugging the younger girl.

"How are you all?" She asked excitedly, shoving her journal back into her duffle bag that had been lying neatly in the seat beside her.

Ginny jumped up and smiled. "I am just awesome 'Mione. And how are you today?"

"I am perfect..."

She was cut off though by Harry and Ron who had happened to at the exact same moment to say "You sure are 'Mione." They all laughed and she shook her head smacking each one lightly on the arm.

"As I was saying. I am just perfect; I am so excited I am Head Girl."

They all smiled at her and began congratulating her for the hundredth time since she received the letter. She quickly quieted them and began to congratulate Ginny. They all were chattering and laughing, telling of the fun they had, experienced this summer, and all of the sadness they were still enduring for the loss of Sirius. At the mention of Sirius, Hermione had noticed Harry had become seemingly quieter. The happy look she had seen on his face upon arrival had now vanished into a look of pure sadness and heartache.

Trying to change the subject to what she had hoped to be a happier subject she brought up the letter Malfoy had written her the night before. They looked at her questioningly as she told them how she wanted to become friends with him, and fix the inter-house relationships. She noted they were all looking rather dumbstruck so she pulled the letter from her robes and handed it over to Harry who read it with an unreadable expression. Ron and Ginny were both leaning over his shoulder reading I as well, Ron's expression was that she had not even began to fathom. He looked disgusted and slightly petrified. Ginny on the other hand looked rather excited and hugged Hermione.

"I think this is a great idea! I mean he is gorgeous and there has to be some good in him somewhere. Right?"

Harry and Ron looked at each other and then to the two girls. Hermione once again took in their expressions, both looked confused and upset. But she wasn't quite sure why. Harry began to tear the letter in half but Hermione snatched it from his hand before he had the chance.

"What the hell are you thinking 'Mione? Malfoy? As if he would turn around and begin to care all about anyone but himself...."

Just in the middle of Harry's rant the compartment door slid open and a pale blonde headed boy walked into the compartment and smirked. He took the letter from Hermione's hand and stuck in his pocket before turning on the two boys. His features continued to show the smirk that he had made famous the first time he stepped into Hogwarts.

"Oh Potter get over yourself. And Granger, Dumbledore would like a word with the two of us, alone. Before he calls the rest of the prefects around for their orders."

And just as quickly as he came his robes rippled out of the compartment and into the corridor. Hermione waved to Ginny and looked at Harry and Ron. "I'll deal with you two later." And she quickly hurried out of the corridor and after Draco.

I knew it all along/ you're so predictable/ I knew something would go wrong/ so you don't have to call/ or say anything at all/ so predictable.