"Be good now, we love you. Write often, and don't forget…" Hermione cut her off.

"To feed Crookshanks, I know mum."

"We are very proud of you Pumpkin, don't work too hard though." Mr. Granger said to his only daughter. She hugged them both tightly and waved goodbye as she slipped through the barrier.

The Hogwarts Express glistened in the summer sunlight. She pulled her trolley that held her trunk and Crookshanks in his cage over to the loading station and let the train's personnel handle it from there. She looked around to try and spot Ron or Harry but it was useless. The station was packed with nervous first years and families saying goodbyes. Hermione boarded the train but wasn't ready to take her seat quite yet. Instead she waited to see if she could find a familiar face. About five minutes before the train was scheduled to depart, she recognized a voice coming towards her.

"Ron you git hurry up before we miss the train, again."

"Well I wouldn't be behind if you hadn't been such a bloody idiot and pushed my trolley into the wrong barrier." Ron's voice retorted.

Hermione giggled at the silliness of the two and stepped out from her somewhat concealed standing place.

"Hello boys." She said calmly.

"Bloody hell! Is that you Hermione? Merlin you've changed." Ron said, as his mouth fell open.

"Don't swear Ronald, its not attractive." Hermione reprimanded. "Hello, Harry." She said, hugging him and then Ron. "Really Ron, shut your mouth. You look like a confused goldfish."

"You look fantastic Hermione. Did you have a pleasant summer?" Harry asked trying hard not to laugh at Ron's 'confused goldfish' face.

"Yes I did Harry. Thank you for asking. Now if you two will excuse me, I must be off to the Heads compartments." She commented before turning on her heal and leaving them behind.

"Oy, Harry. Hermione looks like a… a…"

"A girl?" Harry finished.

"Yeah. Why didn't she look like that last year?" He asked stupidly.

"Well Ron, I suppose its time you and I had a little chat about the birds and the bees…" Harry joked.

"Harry you know what I mean. Come on you git, lets go find a compartment."

Hermione found the Heads' compartment with ease. She got comfortable and took out a book she had brought along for a bit of reading on the train. It was a muggle author, but she liked it all the same. The train departed, but halfway through ride, the Head Boy still hadn't come into the compartment once, so she still had no idea who he was. She grew bored with her book, so she pulled out her portable music player, put on the headphones, and cranked up the volume. The song playing was one of her favorites. It was one of those songs that you can't not dance to when you hear it. Looking around to make sure she was really alone, she got up and started dancing. No organized steps or masterful choreography just let-lose dancing. The conductor's voice boomed over the loudspeaker.

"Attention students, we will be arriving shortly. This is the last call for those who need to change into their robes."

Hermione turned the music of and quickly changed into her Gryffindor uniform. The train pulled into the station right on time, and she was the first one off.

"Harry! Ron! Over here!" Hermione jumped and waved her arm about capturing the attention of her two friends. They got into a carriage together, but the journey was anything but enjoyable. An uncomfortable silence fell on the three friends. Before the carriage had even come to a complete stop, she was out, making her way to meet Professor McGonagall as fast as her long legs would carry her.

"Ah, Miss Granger. It's wonderful to see you again. I believe you know our Head Boy, Draco Malfoy." McGonagall said. Hermione looked over her shoulder to see the platinum blond staring at her with an expression similar to Ron's earlier. Malfoy regained his composure much faster though. His usual smirk had returned and he was giving her the once over. She felt his eyes on her, burning holes through her uniform.

"Got a problem Malfoy? Cuz if not I would prefer that you keep your eyes to yourself."
She snapped.

He scowled. "Oh please Granger. Did you honestly think I was checking a filthy mudblood like you out? That's sad."

"Mr.Malfoy, Miss Granger is your classmate and fellow Head, so you must be civil to one another. And that is not a request." Professor McGonagall said. "If you will follow me I will lead you to your dorms before the sorting ceremony."

The two followed after her. Hermione walked a few paces behind Malfoy and as bad as she knew it was, she couldn't help herself. "To his credit, he does have a great ass." She thought. "Oh Merlin! What am I thinking? Bad, bad, bad! This is going to be torture."

"Here we are. Miss Granger, your room is up stairs and to the left. Mr.Malfoy, up and to the right. The password is 'honey drop'. The ceremony will begin in ten minutes and you are both expected to be there." McGonagall said before leaving them.

They entered and went their separate ways to their rooms. Hermione opened the door and gasped at the sight before her…