AN Sorry it's been so long, I'll try to update more often now.

"I was wondering … Where are you from? I haven't seen you around here," Draco asked Hermione.

Thinking quickly, she replied, "I from an all witches school in America."

"Oh really?" Draco replied, being as polite as he could, "Then how are you Head Girl, if you just got here?"

"Yeah, how?" Ron jokingly said. Harry gave him a look that said, 'Shut up, it's not funny, and it's only making things worse.' Hermione glared at him, then gave Draco an answer.

"Well, you see, at my old school I was Head Girl My headmaster contacted Dumbledore and told him I was a great Head Girl, he also told him how much I had been dying to come here, I had heard so much about it. I was told that a witch by the name of Hermione Granger was interested in going to America, so Dumbledore decided to make me Head Girl here at Hogwarts and Hermione is Head Girl at my school in America."

Draco seemed to buy it. That is, until he realized something, "If you're from America, how come you don't have an accent?"

Of course, Hermione easily had an answer to that question. "Easy. I was born and raised in London, but m parents decided to send me to the school in America. Ever since I was a little girl I begged and begged, and my parents finally gave in to let me come here this year when they found out I could be a foreign exchange student."

"Ok," Draco said, "I guess I'll see you in the Head Compartment in half and hour, won't I?"

"Definitely."

"Blimey! That was bloody brilliant!" Ron exclaimed.

"Uhh … Ron, people are staring," Hermione said.

"I don't care. Now let's get on that train before it leaves without us again," was his reply. Hermione slung her arms around Harry and Ron's shoulders, and together they walked onto the train.

Once they were on the train, they found an empty compartment, and got in, shutting the door. Harry right away started questioning Hermione, "When'd you get that hair style? I personally don't like it."

"Hang on," Hermione said, and then screwed her face into a look of concentration. Seconds later, her hair was back to its natural look.

"Bloody hell! How did you do that?" Ron asked, with his jaw on the floor.

Hermione sighed, and then answered, "Over the summer, I took private lessons from Dumbledore. He taught me how to be a Metamorphosis."

"Ooohh."

Twenty minutes later, Hermione changed her hair black again, and left the compartment to go to the Head one. For the rest of the trip, Harry and Ron talked and played exploding snap. When there was about twenty minutes until they would arrive at Hogwarts, Hermione came back, and changed into her robes.

They got in a carriage, and rode up to the school. (Sorry I'm rushing; I'm really not good at writing this stuff) They got to the feast, and Dumbledore introduced Hermione and Draco. When the feast and sorting was done, Dumbledore showed our favorite two people their room. They got in, and both decided to go to bed, they were tired. Just as Draco was going into his room, he heard Kristin (Hermione) say something, "Oh, by the way, I like your hair better blonde."