She knew she couldn't go back, but simultaneously realised this was not what she wanted. At all. Despite her fear as he began to move on top of her, she started to laugh. The situation was funny if you looked at it in a certain way. Firstly his….uh…little problem, and then his desperateness to achieve what he came for. Hermione smothered a laugh as her pun dawned on her. 'He hasn't yet' she thought to herself. This was too much, silent laughter shook her body and the boy stopped moving.

"What's funny? You're not helping!'

She was shocked by his harsh change of tone, and finally complied with his persistent movements. There she lay, for what couldn't have been more than three minutes before he rolled over and started putting on his clothes.

"Where are you going?" she thought he'd at least stay and show some semblance of care in this mockery of a relationship. But his mumbled reply told her all. "I have to get back home" are obviously not the words to a lasting relationship. Hermione lay back and pulled her covers over her.

"Fine. See you." Turning her back she heard him leave the room. Pity it had to end like this. Boys were not worth it, they were all the same. Over and over and over…

'This is enough.' Thought Hermione. 'I've got to stop this before I drain myself of affection completely. But it's so hard not to give in, to resist. Term in two weeks…' she felt a tear slide out from under her closed eyelid. 'Bloody boys.'

Both Harry and Ron were already in the compartment by the time she reached them. Thankful for them saving her a seat after her mad dash from her stupid car which just would not start, she flopped down and heaved a sigh.

"I hate that bloody stupid thing! How come I can pass driving before apparating? It's insane! At least with apparating bits don't fall of whilst you're…appearing."

The boys exchanged grins at the usually calm Hermione, now red in the face with hair everywhere.

"Mione, firstly, you only got one more year and you're at school for most of it, so you don't have to drive that thing anywhere. Secondly where's your badge?" Ron proudly displayed his Head Boy badge, noticeably shinier than Percy's had ever been, and Harry had, unsurprisingly, his Quidditch Captain badge pinned next to his robe clasp.

It took a second to realise what they were asking, before it dawned on her that she wasn't going to find out who the Head Boy and Girl were for this year on the train. Hermione's red face very quickly turned white before she fell to a floor in a dead faint. Harry and Ron exchanged another look, this time minus a grin. Against all expectations, Hermione was not Head Girl. This was bigger news than the demise of You-Know-Who, and also raised the question of who WOULD be Head Girl. Which was soon answered as a voice, magically magnified called into the compartment.

"Can Ron Weasly and Padma Patel please come to the Head Compartment for some important messages?"

Ron also blanched as he remembered his shunned partner of the Yule Ball three years ago. He threw an anxious glance at the still unconscious Hermione and Harry before hurrying out into the corridor. Harry hid a smile, reminded of Percy in the way Ron moved. He then knelt down next to the still girl and proceeded to bring her round with his wand.

"I…I'm not…WHAT THE FUCK IS DUMBLEDORE THINKING?!" Hermione was most definitely awake.

"Hermy, I know it's unexpected, but it's seriously not that big a deal. I mean, think of all the free time you'll have now to dedicate to your work. And you still get to be in the Gryffindor tower with us, well, me. And you can retain that wild streak" he winked "Got any more punches planned for Malfoy this year?"

If looks could kill, Harry would be one smouldering pile of ashes on the floor with the look Hermione shot at him.

"Harry, that's not funny. You know how hard I've worked my entire life! How could I not get it? It's what I've wanted since…since forever!" with that she stormed out of the compartment leaving Harry looking helplessly about him. Understanding her need to be alone with the shocking news, he receded into a corner and got out his copy of 'The Life of a Quidditch Player: Oliver Woods Biography'. It was going to be a long journey.