"Dang Hermione. I wish I was Head," Ron gaped. Well maybe if you worked just a LITTLE harder, you would have been.

"Yeah, you get your own room. You're lucky you don't have to put up with Ron's snoring," Harry snickered.

"HEY!" Ron playfully punched Harry in the arm. I looked at my watch and saw it was getting late.

"Shouldn't you two get going? Filch is going to kill you guys if he catches you out this late."

"Yeah, but we want to know who the Head Boy is," Ron protested.

"I'll tell you tomorrow morning okay?" I said pushing them towards the entrance.

"Jeez Hermione, what's the rush? Got a date?" Harry joked.

"No. But...just...I just don't want you two to get in trouble on the first day of school okay?"

"Okay, okay," Harry and Ron gave up, "See you in the morning." Yeah, yeah, if I'm able to get up that early...

"Okay, goodnight," I shoved them out the door. I gave out a sigh of relief to get them out. Now for my plan...

I jogged up to my room but took a quick glance at the other end of the hall. It had a 'S' engraved in the door with a snake around it. Slytherin. There's only one person it could be.

"Granger," Someone near by growled.

"Malfoy," I answered just as rudely. He climbed up the few last stairs and we locked eyes for a second and made to our ways. Great. I should have known it would have been him.

I opened my trunk and started to put my clothes into my closet, but putting aside one outfit. This year, I'm going to be me. Not something everyone wants me to be. It's time to find and show my true self. I finished putting my things up and grabbed my outfit that I had put aside and went to the bathroom that was conjoined to my room and unfortunately Malfoys'.

I quickly changed and gave a quick glance in the mirror. I had short black heels and a jean fabric mini skirt on. A tight white shirt and my hair thinned and curled. I went up to the mirror and applied some of the basic make up. I gave myself one more glance, and gave myself an approving nod.

I quickly turned around to the sound of a door opening. Oh crap! I forgot to lock the doors. Before Malfoy could see me, I dashed out but heard, "What the-" And that was it.

I looked at the time and it was ten thirty PM. I grabbed my wand and pointed it to the window and said 'Tralatum' and a blue-silver portal appeared before me. I looked behind me and saw no one. Wait!

Before I went in, I rushed over and locked my doors, grabbed a black hooded jacket and then stepped into the swirling mist as it closed behind me.

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I walked into a cold dark alley. I put on my jacket and pulled the hood over my head. I walked up to the front of a building that was blazing with music. There was a long line but I walked to the front.

"Let me in," I said roughly to two bulky men at the front. I walked into a building with lights flashing everywhere the air full of smoke. There was chattering and dancing everywhere. A fight was erupting on my left, and the right, a couple making out. I walked straight to the front and towards a fire exit. I went through the door, but there was no alarm, but a set of stairs. I walked up the stairs and into the only room it lead up to. My room.

I pulled my hood down and set my wand on a desk near by. I walked up to a window that over looked the club. The club I owned. Surprise? It was my fathers. But, it had to be sent down to me because of the incident that happened this summer. I sat down in a chair, still over looking the club.

I looked at all the different people. Some I recognized as muggles, other people from Hogwarts. I'm not the only one who sneaks out. I watched as more people came in and saw one that stood out the most. I know that person, but never before had he come in here before. And who is that the he had brought? Is that who I think it is? I took off my jacket and set it down on a near by couch and placed my wand in a pocket inside my skirt.

I headed down the stairs and towards the exit to get a closer look at the guy I had seen to make sure if it was him or not. It was him alright. I could never forget a stupid face as his. He seemed to be looking at something weirdly. I looked over at his direction and saw what he was looking at. It was a muggle, probably drunk. He was standing on a table with a brown box.

What on earth is he doing? I wondered. I studied his face; he was a frequent visitor here. He was in his late twenties with dark brown hair and his hazel eyes that looked blank. Tonight, he wore a black outfit. How odd, he never dressed like this before.

I saw his lips move, but couldn't make it out. But before anything could stop him, the explosion of fire swallowed us.