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Chapter 2

Excitedly, Hermione gazed out of the window as she ate her breakfast. It was a glorious day: the sun was blazing and the sky was clear. Abruptly, a tawny owl soared in through the exact same window she was looking through.

This was what she'd been waiting for. She abandoned her breakfast and tore the letter open. As she did so, a small metal object hit the table with a chink! Hermione's jaw dropped as she retrieved it.

'Head Girl?' she gasped out loud. She stood in awe for a moment, admiring the highly polished red badge. The gold initials 'HG' glinted in the sunlight. She smiled as the thought struck her that not only did 'HG' stand for head girl, but also Hermione Grainger. It must be my destiny! She joked to herself.

It seemed crazy that eight years ago, never in a million years would she ever had expected this. At that stage, she was taking subjects along the lines of maths and English, rather than arithmancy and potions. Eight years ago, she had no knowledge whatsoever that she was even a witch!

After shooing away the tawny Hogwarts owl, that had begun pecking at her now soggy porridge, she skimmed through the rest of the letter. Her face fell, though, when she read her N.E.W.T. results. An 'E' for History of Magic? How could that be? I was the only one who actually bothered to pay attention and all I got was an 'E'!

Contentedly, Hermione lay stretched out on the living room floor, a purring Crookshanks beside her. It will truly be fantastic to return to Hogwarts, It seems like months since I visited the Burrow last week! Lazily, she flipped through her booklist for the fourth time that day. Hmm… I wonder who'll be head boy? Ron? No, impossible. There are plenty of better boys in our year. Although, he is a prefect…Harry? That's a possibility, his marks are generally reasonable and Dumbledore knows what he's capable of. But then again, he wasn't a prefect. Who else was there? Malfoy? Surely not! I'm sure Dumbledore's aware that he'd abuse the privilege, and it would go straight to his head. Anyway, Dumbledore would never choose someone with morals as low as his… she trailed off, sinking deeper into her own thought until she fell asleep, still cosily snuggled by the fireplace.

A/n: thanks so much to everyone who took the time to review! I know the first couple of chapters are pathetically short, but they'll get better! I promise!