OK. So here I am. My first fan fic (on here anyways!) I hope you enjoy... so here! Any songs I put them singing or listening to or whatever in any of the chapters will almost definitely imply their mood.

Chapter One-First Things First

Hermione Granger sat in the car on the way to King's Cross Station. She still stared in awe at the letter handwritten by Professor Dumbledore.

Miss H. Granger
I, Albus Dumbledore, am pleased to inform you of your appointment as Head Girl of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy. I know of your history as a Prefect in both your 5th and 6th years, implying that you know of the basic responsibilities that a student of this position has. Those responsibilities shall be greatly added to, and I will inform you and the Head Boy of your special duties after the feast on the 1st of September.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Hermione, although thoroughly pleased at the prospect of being Head Girl, was more than surprised that she was. She was never one to think much of her abilities. You could even call her self-concious, when it came to her brains. When it came to looks... let's just say that she had taken care of that this summer, one of the direct reasons being none other than Draco Malfoy. One of her greatest pleasures of her recent transformation was the thought of the look on the ferret's face when he felt the drop in leverage against 'Granger.' Just the thought at the moment made a small smile creep to her face.

A larger, brighter smile jumped to her face when she saw that her father was now pulling into the parking lot of King's Cross Station. She also felt growing apprehension in her stomach, wondering how her best friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, would react to this sudden change in their friend's appearance. She would soon find out, as she was now pushing a cart full of her belongings to the brick post between platforms 9 and 10. Her parents went first, having gone through this process every year for the past 6 (and now 7) years. She tok a deep, close-eyed breath and ran through, opening her eyes to the metal sign reading "Platform 9 and ¾"

"Where in hell is she?" Ron Weasley asked his best friend, Harry Potter. They were standing on platfrom 9 and ¾ waiting for their other best friend, Hermione Granger. They had not seen her since their last day of term of 6th year. They were anxious, to say the least.

"I know, really. I really would like to know if she made Head Girl or not." Harry replied.

"If she's not, Dumbledore's gone bloody bonkers!" Ron exclaimed.

"Tell me about it... my basic worry is who she's going to be sharing a commonroom with... since it's not one of us." Harry said exasperatedly.

"I was surprised when you told me Dumbledore and the staff hadn't picked you... maybe its Finch-Fletchey. He's really gotten on to be the male Hermione the past few years." Ron said. That made Harry chuckle.

"No one, male or female, could get on to be anything close to Hermione." Harry said with one last chuckle.

"Yeah..." Ron was about to say more, but then he saw who he thought was a new, very hot student come through the barrier.

"Whoa. Check her out." Ron said in awe.

"Wow..." Harry said in the same tone as Ron.

"Uhh... is it just my hormone raging 18-year-old mind, or does she look more than slightly familiar?? And coming towards us, for that matter!" Ron said. Harry then realized exactly was he was saying. This girl, clad in a black tank top and plaid, pleated, mid thigh pink skirt, and with... oh wow.... Straight, just-past-the-shoulder hair, was none other than their own Hermione Granger.

Hermione looked around and finally spotted Ron and Harry. They standing, conversing casually when she came through. She quickly pushed her cart over to her friends, not notincing until she stopped right by them that their faces were now contorted with what she hoped to be confused, but pleased looks. She bit her lip-glossed lip, and closed her eye-linered, mascaraed, and eye-shadowed eyes and waited for their comments. They didn't come. When she peeked out thoruhg one eye, their faces seemed to be contemplating what to say.

"Well, let me help you regain control of that Adam's apple of yours. 'Hermione, you look... different. I like it though.' OR, your other choice, 'Hermione, what the hell did you do to yourself?' Take your choice boys." She said, crossin her arms and tapping her foot, looking from Ron's face to Harry's and back again.

"Yep. Still her!" Ron said with a laugh. Harry laughed too, opening his arms and tightly giving Hermione a hug. It was returned with a huge smile and a kiss on the cheek. Ron repeated the gesture, as did she.

"By the way, I agree with the first one." Ron said with a crimson glow in his blushing cheeks.

"I do as well." Harry said with a smile. He picked up a couple of her bags, and Ron followed suit. That is, until he realized that he had grabbed Crookshanks' carrier. He then almost dropped it, but he received that old death glare from Hermione and he blushed again. Handing it to her instead.

"Shall we?" Ron asked, directing his attention to the Hogwarts Express.

"Yes, we should." Hermione said. "Not that I can sit with you guys, as much I would like!"

"Why n- wow congratulations!" Ron said, interrupting himself, as Hermione pinned on her Head Girl badge.

"Yeah great job!" Harry said with the same great enthusiasm.

"Thanks. I just can't wait to find out which lovely Hogwarts schoolboy I get to share a cabin, and not to mention a commonroom, with." Ron and Harry nodded their heads, wondering the same thing.

The three friends boarded the train, and got a lot of greetings from a group of people. Hermione didn't, and she had a feeling she knew why.

"Aww what about me?" she said, putting on a pouted look.

"Uhhh sorry but.... Who are you?" Seamus asked.
"Hermione of course!" Ron and Harry said, each of them putting an arm around her and smiling, rubbing it in that they didn't recognize her (although they had done the same thing!)

"Ohh... uhh... well hi 'Mione." Seamus said, embarassed.

"Oh no worries!" Hermione said, smiling and making her way to the back of the train where the Heads' compartment was. She was pleased to see that she had it to herself and her firneds, for the time being.

Ron and Harry carried in the bags they were carrying and stored them overhead on the storage parts labeled "Head Girl."

"Wow... Head Girl and Head Boy get treated extra special now don't they?" Ron remarked, looking around at the cushioned seats and the spacious walking area. This is when he noticed that the room was decorated maroon and gold on Hermione's side, and green and silver on the Head Boy's side. Harry had seemed to notice it right before Ron. They looked at each other.

"You don't think..." Harry said with a shaky voice. Ron just looked at him with an, 'I hope not!' expression. Hermione hadn't caught on yet.

"I'm going to go check out the Head's restroom. If you'll excuse me." She said, walking toward the back of the cabin and going through a door.

"OK Slytherin... oh if it's that filthy little f-"he didn't have time to finish.

"What Weasel? Ferret?" There he was. That evil, conniving, horrible excuse for a wizard. Draco Malfoy was leaning against the wall, looking quite bored, with his golden Head Boy badge sat shining, a ray of light coming through the window and hitting right on it.

"You've got to be kidding me." Harry said, emphasis on 'kidding,' He took a long hard look at the badge, and stormed out of the compartment, not wanting to say what was on his mind.

"What about you Weasel?" Draco said. "Care to make a comment, or are you just going to settle for that glare Potter gave?" he said, putting on his trademark smirk. "Oh and where is that Mudblood you and the Golden Boy are always with? You know, the one with the bushy hair and those oversized teeth? I haven't had the erm... pleasure... of encountering her on this train yet." Malfoy was surprised to see a smirk, quite similar to his, appear on the Weasel's face.
"I'll get her for you. Wait here!" Weasel said, for the first time in his life being decent to Draco... to a Malfoy for that matter. Draco was surprised, to say the very least. He didn't like the direction the Weasel was going in... he had stayed in the cabin to go get that mudblood Granger. Not a good sign. He heard Weasel call for Granger and knock on a door, although he couldn't see him.
"'Mione Harry and I have got to get to a different cabin, considering we aren't supposed to be in here with you and Ma- err the Head Boy when the train gets going. We'll see you later though, when you're patrolling the train." It was barely audible, but he heard someone open the door and heard Granger's voice saying bye and see you later. The Weasel came walking through the cabin with a bounce in his step, seeming very much pleased with himself.

"She's not..." was all Malfoy could muster.

"Oh she is. Deservingly too, which is more than I can say for you. Good day to yah!" He said, walking out through the door without turning back.

Malfoy sat in disgust, thinking about how different life would be while having to live with that mudblood Gryffindor... they weren't pleasant thoughts. He snapped out of it when he heard her coming thorugh to the main cabin. She was holding some circular thing with what look like plastic earmuffs on her ears. She was singing, but he could barely hear her. What he was paying attention to is what she was dressed in, and her clothing. He looked her from head to toe, from her stright-as-straight-can-be hair to her platform black sandals. She was so absorbed in singing and looking at a book that she didn't notice him. She sat down on her side and put down her book, staring out the window, still singing.

Hello there
The angel from my nightmare
The shadow in the background of the morgue
The unsuspecting victim
Of darkness in the valley
We can live like Jack and Sally is we want
Where you can always find me
We'll have Halloween on Christmas
And in the night we'll wish this never ends
We'll wish this never ends

Suddenly, as though she could feel eyes on her, she snapped back to reality. Her eyes grew wide and her lips parted in shock when she saw Malfoy sitting there, face contorted in amusement and mischief, yet interest.
"What the hell was that?" He said, as dryly as usual
"This... is not... happening!" she screamed.

Well, I hope you liked it. R/R pleeeeeease. I'll love you. LoL.
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