Hermione was up at 8:00. Having packed the night before, she didn't have too much to worry about. She hated to be rushed and unprepared, so she did things when they needed to be done. She went down to breakfast in her pj's and had some buttered toast. Her parents tried to make her eat more, but knew that they could only push so far with their daughter. She had a lot of sense, and they knew that she would eat when she was good and ready.

Hermione went to her room, grabbed her towel, and hopped into the shower. She was very excited to be going back to school, but also a bit melancholy knowing that this was her last year. She made a mental note to remember to bring her shampoo and conditioner. She just couldn't do without her preferred items.

She walked out of her bathroom, leaving it smelling like lavender and roses. Back in her room, she picked out some cloths to wear, a red tank top and black capris with zippers all over the place. She threw on her studded belt and her army boots, and she was just about ready to go. She applied a bit of make-up; black eyeliner, mascara and some gloss, and did her hair. She left it down to form its own curls with the help of a curling serum. It really did make all the difference. One day without it, and her bush was back. Not that she would have minded all that much, but this being her first day back, she wanted to look good.

She packed the rest of her belongings-toiletries, her special blanket, diary and a torn up tank top. After closing her trunk and grabbing her side bag, she dragged her trunk down the stairs towards her fireplace. She checked the time, 9:50. 'Alright,' she thought, 'ten more minutes and Ill be back home. I wonder who the head boy is.' She had the feeling that, yes, indeed it would be ferret face, and he would make life a living hell for her. However, on the plus side at least she didn't have to live with him. That would be the worst thing to ever happen.

Her parents were waiting with her to say good-bye. They had grown a little bit protective of their only daughter over the summer, which Hermione thought as odd, since they always let her do her own thing before. Then again, the Grangers weren't exactly normal parents.

'Dear, its 10:00 now, are you ready to go?' her mother pulled Hermione from her musings.

'Yes, mum, I'm all packed.' She said, pulling her mother into a big hug. 'Ill miss you guys, and Ill owl when I get there"

"Oh, dear, you know how much we don't like those owls, but if that's the only way you can communicate....'her mother trailed off.

"Yes, mum, it is. I'm sorry. Ill see you guys at Christmas" Hermione said, giving her father a quick hug, and walked to the fireplace. She pulled some floo powder out of the jar and stood in the fireplace with her trunk and a squirming Crookshanks in her arms.

"Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry" Hermione shouted. She felt a pull at her body and closed her eyes. She had never really liked taking the floo. It always made her uneasy.

She opened her eyes, and stood in the Gryffindor common room. Nothing had changed, except the lack of people and commotion. The couches were empty, but Hermione knew that this would only be temporary. The rest of the school would be there within a few hours. Meanwhile, she thought it would be best to find either Dumbledore or Professor McGonagall. She really did need to figure out what her new duties would be. She knew that she was up for the challenge. This could never be as bad as third year, using that time turner. She still wasn't sure how she had managed to pull that one off.

"Hermione, welcome back to Hogwarts. I trust your trip was pleasant? And your summer as well?" McGonagall asked, with a slight smile on her face. Hermione was her prize student after all.

"Oh, yes, Professor, it was just fine." Hermione beamed. She always like her strict professor, she had a very kind heart, even if she didn't always show it.

"Good to know. Now, if you'll follow me to the Headmasters office, we can tell you your new duties." It wasn't a question, it was a command, and Hermione was not about to disregard it.

Hermione followed McGonagall to the stone gargoyle, and they proceed up the stairs to his office. McGonagall knocked on the door, and they could hear other people's voices.

'Must be the head boy' Hermione reasoned. The door opened and they stepped in.

'I hate it when I'm right. No, scratch that, I love it when I'm right, I just wish that this time, I had been wrong' Hermione inwardly groaned. Professor Snape was sitting in front of Dumbledore's desk with none other then Draco Malfoy. The scum of the world, as far as Hermione was concerned.

"Ah, Minerva, Miss. Granger. Welcome back. I trust that you are doing well?" the headmaster inquired, with the usual twinkle in his eye.

"Yes, headmaster, I am doing quite well, thank you." Hermione replied.

"Excellent, well, let us not waste any time, as we all have much yet to do before the rest of the students arrive later in the evening. As you both have, I'm sure, figured out by now, you two have been picked out as Heads for this coming year. Things have changed a bit from previous years, and I'm sure that you know why for the most part. First off, I would like to congradulate you both for being our best students. I'm sure that you both will make this school proud." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled at this.

"As far as the changes that have been made, they are the following. First off, you are now sharing a common room, as you will need to plan many events and hold prefect meetings as well. Secondly, you both have permission to visit Hogsmeade whenever you feel the need to do so. However, this privilage can be taken away if we find out that it is being abused. Finally, you will be given the task of teaching one class a week in the second term to the first and second years. This will be during one of your own regular classes, since you have both taken Muggle studies this year. You will have guidance from myself, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Snape, as well as the other teachers. Do you have any questions?"

"No, Headmaster." Hermione said. 'I get to teach a class? This should be so interesting!' she thought.

"Yes, Headmaster. I have one question. When we teach this class, will we be teaching all of the houses, or just our own?" Malfoy smirked. He knew that this question would anger Hermione, and he was proved right when he saw her jaw clench.

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy, you will teach all houses and treat them as equals. Now, you have been given a great deal to do this year, and we know that you are up for it. Finally, I would also like to mention that you are allowed to dock and award house points. If this is abused, you can be replaced as head. Remember this. Now, I will leave your house heads to direct you to your new living quarters. If you have any other questions, don't hesitate to ask. Again, congradulations." The headmasters eyes glittered, and he had a knowing smile on his face.

Hermione and Draco followed Snape and McGonagall up a few levels, and down 3 different corridors. They finally reached a portrait of an angel in water, with her halo and wings laying shattered in said water. She had porcelan white skin with long, black silky hair, and ruby red lips. Her eyes were the brightest blue, but seemed cold.

"Ah, new heads I see. My name is Crysania. What do you desire your password to be?" She had the voice of an angel too. Soft and silky.

'We shall take our leave now. You will find a list of the regular duties on your desks, as well as your patrolling scheduals. If you have any questions, you know where to find us." Snape said, while turning away. He left with his robes billowing behind him. McGonagall nodded, and left as well.

'Well, Malfoy, whats the password to be?" She snapped. She didn't need him to ruin her great day.

"How about 'cold'?" he asked.

"Fine. Crysania, we have chosen the word 'cold' to be our password.' Hermione turned to the portrait.

"As you wish' and the door opened.

"Mudbloods first" Draco smirked.

"Really, Malfoy, cant you come up with anything new? That is so old, Im surprised you didn't even notice how redundant it have gotten." Hermione snapped, walking into their new common room.

It was large, more then enough room for the two of them. The walls were made of stone, but it wasn't cold. There were hangings over the walls, and a huge fireplace on the farthest wall. There were two couches, one green, one gold, 2 arm chairs, same colours, 2 desks and two sets of stairs. One had a gold banister, while the other was silver.

Hermione ran up to what she assumed to be her room, and her jaw just dropped. She had her own balcony, her own fireplace, and a bathroom. Her bed a king size, was draped with red mesh. Her sheets were the softest red velvet, and the blankets were a dark black. The carpet was gold, with black filigree. Her bathroom was mostly white, with gold accents. Her towels were black. The tub was big enough for at least 4 people, with 4 different faucets, like the prefect bathroom. She would defiantly be trying that out later tonight.

'I could get used to living like this' Hermione thought, heading back to her room to unpack.