Wee. I wanna cookie. Ah well. Time to update this fic while my stomach hurts before I go to bed. So sorry for any extra bad grammar, I'm 1/4th awake here.

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Now, off to writing the chapter (Going to try to make this longer then the previous one)

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Hermione stepped out of the Great hall, walking to her dorm. It was seventh year, and of course she was head girl. Who else would be?

Hermione Granger… First year the complete show off. Seventh year? The dark one. It was a drastic change. Things happened during summer (Woo. Yay for not saying XD). Now she dyed her hair black, wore black clothing, never showing her skin and even baggier than before. Probably if she mastered the whole Snape-turn thing, she could be mistaken as a female Snape, just without the greasy hair.

She went to a portrait of a five year old girl with brunette hair in a field of yellow flowers.

"You're the new head girl right?" The portrait asked.

"Yes… What's your name?" Hermione asked slightly curiously

"I'm Daff… its short for Daffodil. I was a teacher's child here but I died. Momma was so sad so they made a picture of me so I could keep her company." She played with the flowers.

"Who's your mom?"

"Mommy Tabby. Momma told me I'm not supposed to say her last name. Anyway, password?" She asked, smiling innocently.

"Thyme." She said

"Okie! As in the plant?"

"Yes."

"Okie dokie!" she said, opening the door.

Hermione stepped in, and immediately winced. Why the hell were the walls neon colours? Jesus something must have been wrong with the head girl last year. With a quick flick of her wand, the whole thing was black. Carpet? Black. Walls? Black. Ceiling? Black. Ceiling fan? Black. Okay you have the idea.

Hermione sat down on the couch, knowing the elf's already unpacked her stuff and thought. What did she think about? She wondered while Dumbledore died during the summer, and how the hell did Hogwarts still continue without a headmaster?

Someone knocked in the door, the portrait refusing to answer whoever was knocking.

"Mudblood! Hurry up and get out. We have a meeting." Who else would say that? Draco. Quick description. Tall. Blond. Hair that's not gelled. Awesome body. The end.

"Don't call her a mudblood!" Daff said, glaring

Hermione rolled her eyes and stepped out.

"Fine. Meeting. And don't touch my door again." She said right before she got pulled to Draco's room.

At Snape's Rooms

Snape was talking to Dumbledore's painting. He wasn't actually dead, just hiding.

"Severus… How is the young Malfoy doing?" He said, eyes twinkling.

"Bad. He's worse then we thought. Remind me, how the hell are we saving the world with Potter trying to be a badass?"

"Hope. Oh and a bookworm." Dumbledore responded while sucking on his lemon drop.

"A BOOKWORM! What does Granger have to do with this?"

"Everything. Didn't you read that book I gave you?" He asked

"…………" Was the response.

Dumbledore just gave him something he usually doesn't do. A smirk.

End

Sorry for it being so short, just introducing crap. And I'm exhausted. Too much gaming today XD No homework done. Ah well.

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