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Hermione awoke because of the obnoxiously loud Ginny, yelling at her to get up.

"Hermione!"

Hermione let out a grunt and shifted directions.

"What?" she asked lazily, her vision so blurry, Ginny looked like a giant breadstick.

"Get up, breakfast is ready. Honestly, I had to yell so much. My throat hurts..." Ginny exclaimed as Hermione rubbed her eyes.

Hermione tumbled out of bed, falling on the red carpet, which was fuzzy against her chin. She got up slowly, slipping on her starry blue slippers and trudging down the creaky stairs.

"You know, could you perhaps tell Ron to quit interfering with my love life? He is scaring off all the blokes I like, and it is awful to see their faces after Ron has 'talked' with them," Ginny asked, looking up to Hermione's slightly tanned face.

"I suppose, because after all, no one likes when people are too overprotective," Hermione mumbled, pulling a chair out from the table.

"Yeah," Ginny agreed, smiling gratefully at the exhausted Hermione.

There was a reason why Hermione was so tired. She just couldn't sleep at all. She kept thinking about that mysterious figure lurking outside... It had been plaguing her mind for about 2 hours that night. She watched Ron and Harry race down the stairs, quickly taking their usual spots at the Weasely dining table.

"Good Morning," Mrs. Weasely sang as she entered the room with pancakes.

"Good morning," chorused the trio and Ginny.

As Mrs.Weasely set out to the kitchen, Hermione scooted closer to Ron.

"Ron," Hermione whispered.

Ron either ignored her, or didn't hear her.

"Ron!" she hissed.

"What?" he asked, turning towards her as Harry and Ginny started a conversation.

"Ginny tells me you have been being a snoop again," Hermione said, disappointment in her voice.

"So?" he said, jamming the fork covered with pancakes into his mouth again.

"Well, you know that you should let her deal with her own problems. She's 16 now, she would tell you if she needed you to come and scare the bloody pulp out of someone," Hermione said, fierceness unleashing its self on her tone.

"Well she's my sister, and I don't want her to be endangered by men," Ron said hissed at Hermione.

Hermione sighed. She gave him a strict look before telling him, "Well, just tone it down okay? She's just been really stressed lately. She yelled at me a couple times just because I didn't wake up this morning. She's completely off her rocker."

Ron nodded, flashing her a grin.

Hermione turned back to her pancakes. But there was only one left.

"All right, who took my pancake?" asked Hermione suspiciously.

Ron and Harry gave Ginny a dirty look.

"What?" she asked in a muffled voice, due to the fact she was munching on a pancake.

"Ginny, I believe you have adapted Ron's eating habits," Hermione told her. The trio burst into laughter, although Ron looked slightly hurt.

"I have syrup, if anyone wants any," Mrs.Weasely sang again, Ron and Harry exchanging looks probably about her "singing".

"As a prefect, I decide that I shall take points away from Slytherin as much as possible," Ginny announced as she shoved more pancakes in her mouth. Hermione and Mrs.Weasely shot Ginny a dirty look, while Harry and Ron laughed. Ginny glared at her mum and Hermione.

Mrs.Weasely fell silent.

Ginny was the first to notice.

"Mum, what's wrong?" she asked, her features softening.

"You and Ron are growing up so fast... Soon all of you will be gone," she said softly as Ginny and Hermione got up to comfort her.

"Mrs. Weasely, it's okay," Hermione said as she watched the small tears streaming down her face. "It will be okay."

Mrs.Weasely stopped crying and turned on her heel and left the kitchen. Harry and Ron were surprised by Mrs.Weasely emotional breakdown.

"Wow," was the only thing the two boys could mutter.

Platform 9 3/4 was as crowded as usual. Parents saying good-byes, acquaintances striking up conversations, best friends catching up on their friend's summer, and couples hugging. Mrs. Weasely's eyes were teary as Hermione looked back at her. They were just about to board the train.

"Bye," they all yelled cheerfully to Mrs.Weasley.

"I love you," she shouted, waving frantically.

"Be careful!" Mr. Weasley warned.

They got on the Hogwarts Express and searched for an empty compartment.

A voice was repeating in Hermione's head.

"Why aren't you in Ravenclaw?"

Hermione shrugged it off, aware to the fact that it must have been one of the side affects of the Weasley Twin's "Conscience Controller". Ron and Harry took her on numerous trips over to their store, looking for any random thing to mess around with. It was a weird little thing that could make you feel extremely guilty and which had many side-effects. Hermione had extreme acne, which she thankfully quickly recovered from, throbbing arms, and long toenails. Now this...

They entered a compartment to find Luna Lovegood reading a Care of Magical Creatures book.

"Hello," Luna Lovegood greeted them.

Hermione's face lit up. Luna was a good friend of Hermione's now. They had gotten to bond in her 6th year. They actually had a couple things in common, and Hermione discovered she didn't talk about rubbish all the time.

"How was your summer?" Ginny asked, shoving her luggage aside, the trio following her action.

"It was fascinating," Luna replied. Today she was sporting a hippogriff necklace. Another peculiar thing Luna Lovegood owned.

"Very," she added.

Ginny and Hermione smiled. Ron snickered, but Harry shut him up by queitly elbowing him in the stomach. Ron dropped to the floor and moaned in pain.

"Ron, are you suffering from Crouchitis?" Luna asked him curiously.

"Maybe," Ron told her in a strained voice as Hermione and Ginny secretly glared at the innocent looking Harry.

As Ron began to sulk on the floor, the compartment door slid open, scaring Ron so he hit his head on the wall. Everyone laughed. Ron moaned, lightly touching the spot on his head where he hit it. Ginny quickly ran over to Ron.

"Move your hand, I want to see if you developed a giant bump," Ginny told him, moving his head out of the way.

Ginny studied the spot where he hit his head.

"Merlin, it's huge," Ginny said in awe before poking his gigantic bump.

"OWWWW! OI GINNY!" Ron yelled.

"Okay, now we know it really must hurt," Ginny said as everyone laughed.

The person who slid open the compartment door cleared their throat, obviously trying to get everyone's attention.

It was Professor McGonagall.

"Mr.Weasley, I advise you to be more careful. Have you by any chance developed Crouchitis?" McGonagall said to them.

"What in Merlin's name is that?" Ron asked, outraged that Luna said mentioned something real instead of something far-fetched.

"That isn't important," McGonagall told Ron as Ginny, Harry and Hermione burst into laughter. Luna just had that distant look on her face. "I'm here to get Miss Granger. She has to go the Head's compartment."

Hermione snatched her stuff from the compartment, bidding all of her friends good-bye.

"Miss Granger," McGonagall said in her usual stern voice, "I want you to remember to be nice and considerate to the Head Boy, no matter who it is."

Hermione nodded.

"Now, go in there until I come and get you. And remember-be civil, for if not, I could have someone else's replace your position," Professor McGonagall told her sternly, striding away from the door. Hermione slid the door open to find that a pair of bewildered gray eyes were staring back at her.

Draco Malfoy was Head Boy.

"You?" Hermione and Draco said simultaneously.

It was mortifying. Why in the world was Draco Malfoy a Head?

"How is it that you are Head Boy and Harry or Ron isn't?" Hermione asked him perplexed by that fact that he was Head Boy.

"I have connections," Draco drawled.

"Whatever Malfoy," Hermione said, putting her trunk down by a small chair.

"Whatever Malfoy," Draco mimicked, trying to get on Hermione's nerve.

"Listen. I don't want to hear you say a word. Just leave me be," Hermione announced, heading towards the loo.

"Maybe in here I can actually write," Hermione thought, locking the door and taking out her lilac diary.

Draco watched as the door clicked shut.

"Hmmm... I wonder if Granger has written in her diary yet," Draco thought, leaning back on a comfy chair. He zipped open his trunk to find a lilac diary hidden under his books. Draco smirked as he held the diary in his hands. He quickly flipped open to the first page and saw cursive handwriting being formed onto the lilac lined paper. Her handwriting was also in red, since this diary could detect simple emotions.

I cannot believe that Draco Malfoy is Head Boy. What makes him so special?
He is being such a prat too. Like usual.
I hope I don't have to talk to him that often. But I will probably have to, for Head's business, and the new meetings for school events and such.
Other than that, I just want to keep an emotionless look on my face at all times when I'm around him.
I do wish I was with my friends. It beats having to stay in this cramped loo.
I reckon I'll write later. Maybe I'll try to deal with Malfoy trying to send me to buggery.

Draco closed the diary quickly and stuffed it into his trunk. Hermione didn't come out for a while, but Draco pretended to be sleeping.

"Just go away! I don't want to talk!"

That voice was lingering in his head.

Draco groaned, thinking it was his voice from one of his most horrible memories. Draco grimaced and fell asleep, trying not to think of his cruel memory.

DREAM

Draco was in a foggy area, trying to navigate around the thick fog. As he made it further through the fog, it started to disappear, and the air suddenly had gotten warmer. He came to a stream, with a cougar licking a wound on its arm. He approached it and as he tried to touch its wound, the cougar lashed out at him, leaving a mark on his suddenly white arms. He ran into the darkness, afraid of what came next.

END OF DREAM

Draco awoke, seeing Hermione pull her light trunk out of the compartment, yelling at third-years who were misbehaving. He got up and grabbed his stuff, scurrying over to Hermione.

"C'mon, your Head of House told me we had to get into the Head's carriage," Draco told her as they squeezed through the crowd of students. When they got in the carriage, no one spoke half of the way up. Then Draco broke the silence.

"Why don't you read, Mudblood?" Draco sneered.

"Why don't you go turn into a ferret?" Hermione supplied.

Draco glared at her.

"Atrocious bitch," Draco retorted.

"Impetuous bastard," Hermione shot back.

"Shut your fucking mouth," Draco snarled, anger raging in his eyes.

"Why don't you! Your the one who always starts it!" Hermione almost shouted.

"Bloody Hell," Draco muttered.

"Idiotic Death Eater," Hermione hissed

"I AM NOT A DAMN DEATH EATER! WHY DOES EVERYONE ASSUME THE SAME DAMN THING!" Draco roared.

"LIAR! You're just trying to cover it up so no one knows!" Hermione hollered.

"I'M NOT LYING! I can prove it to you one day!" Draco yelled truthfully.

Hermione looked withdrawn. Draco smirked and relaxed 'till they got up to Hogwarts.

Hermione and Draco soon joined their houses at the sorting feast.

Dumbledore cleared his throat. Soon, most of the students in the Great Hall turned their attention to him, releasing the twinkling of his powerdy blue eyes.

"Welcome students new and old to another year of Hogwarts. We will now begin the sorting. But may I have our heads come up to the stage for one moment?"

Hermione looked at Draco hesitantly, and Draco glanced at her as well. They both strode over to the stage to await further instruction.

"Just stand right in front of me," Dumbledore told them quietly as they came onto the stage.

"Now," Dumbledore began, pacing around the stage,"This is the second time in Hogwarts history that had two Heads that have been rivals. The first time in Hogwarts history that this has happened was when Mr. and Mrs. Potter were Heads."

Hermione looked down at Harry, who looked suddenly sullen as he put his head down in sadness. Hermione looked up at Draco. He was smirking at Harry, from what she could tell. She secretly glared as she started to listen to Dumbledore speak again.

"...So your job as students is to make sure that their will be no hate between these two. Although it may seem difficult, I just think they could be friends. If any of you students see these two fighting or whatever they may be doing that has the essence of hate, I want you to speak to your Head of House," Dumbledore told them as Hermione's and Draco's jaws dropped to their knees.

How were Hermione Granger, the princess of Gryffindor, and Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin Prince, supposed to get along?

It was like a foreign concept.

They could not be kind or anything of the sort to each other.

It would not work.

Everyone in the Great Hall was shocked about it as well. They knew that they could never be friends, since Hermione is a Gryffindor muggle-born who has a tendency to be goody-goody, and Draco is a Slytherin Pureblood who was the tendency to be a bad-ass.

Surely the Gryffindors and Slytherins wouldn't want them to be friends, right? So they obviously wouldn't tell their Head of House that Draco and Hermione weren't getting along.

But the question was:

Would the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs?

Dumbledore shooed them off the stage and Professor McGonagall came out with a stool and a raggy old hat.

"When Professor McGonagall calls your name, come and sit on the stool. You will then be sorted into your appropriate house," Dumbledore told the first years.

"Alcatem, Callen."

A short boy with brown hair and a pair of big brown eyes nervously walked over to the stool and had barely got the hat put upon his head before the hat shouted, "HUFFLEPUFF!" The Hufflepuff table went wild.

"Cegruc, Zach."

A stout boy with cinnamon colored hair approached the stool. When McGonagall put the hat on Zach, it soon shouted, "SLYTHERIN!" Only the Slytherin table were cheering for their new buddy.

"Fergiz, Rachel."

A girl with short, curly blonde hair and peculiar green eyes sat on the stool, fidgeting every two seconds.

"HUFFLEPUFF!" The table filled with Hufflepuffs yelled 'till their lungs were sore.

"Herte, Blake."

A raven-haired boy with a pale face approached the stool before it called, "RAVENCLAW!" The Ravenclaws stood up and cheered. So did a couple of Hufflepuffs.

"Kalima, Will."

A boy with messy orange hair anxiously ran over to the stool.

"RAVENCLAW!" All the Ravenclaws continued to cheer.

"Meermcool, Kiera."

A dark brown haired girl with a huge smile sat upon the stool. It finally let out a yell.

"GRYFFINDOR!" The girl joyfully skipped over the Gryffindor Table as the smile grew on her face.

"Malitz, Nicole."

A black haired girl who was giggling madly sat on the stool until the hat let out a yell.

"GRYFFINDOR!" The girl with pretty green eyes ran over to the Gryffindor Table as Kiera, apparently one of Nicole's friends, was shouting the loudest out of all the Gryffindors.

After the feast, everyone rushed to their dormotories.

McGonagall led Draco and Hermione to the Head's dormitory.

"The password is 'Unity'. I hope you remember that, and try to keep united with your fellow students at Hogwarts, Mr. Malfoy and Miss Granger," McGonagall told them strictly.

Draco scoffed. Hermione glared at him.

When McGonagall left, Draco and Hermione huddled inside of their common room.

It was magnificent.

The room was draped in gold, green, maroon, and silver. There was a large carpet the lay across the stone floor, with lots of intricate patterns scattered throughout the rug.

There was a roaring fire at the end of the room, next to two coffee tables and couches.

On each side, there was a door. One red, and one green.

Hermione and Draco set passwords to their doors and let themselves in.

When Draco came into his room, he noticed it was basically Slytherin paradise. Everything was either in green or silver. Even the sinks were silver, green snakes being the faucets. He put all of his belongings away in their specific places and then got out Hermione's diary to see Hermione's girly handwriting scribbled onto the paper. The ink was now red.

Ugh. Malfoy is being such a prick. He started teasing me on our way up to Hogwarts, and then I started to tease him, and then he ended up getting furious. He was the one who started it, for Merlin's sake!
The feast was okay. And so was the sorting. I know two of girls who were sorted into Gryffindor. They are the kids I used to baby-sit when I was younger. They were so cute.
I'm going to keep my password in here in case I forget it. I doubt I will though.
It's "absum abesse afui". It's something in Latin. I think.
I really do miss mum and dad.
And I'm tired, so I guess that I'll just go to bed.

Draco closed the diary in satisfaction.

"Oh, this will be useful," he said, stuffing the diary under his bed.

Draco fell asleep, wondering what Hermione's password meant.

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Thanks for reading. Hermione's password means "missing" according to this one Latin translator. Hmm... What could that mean? REVIEW OR I SHALL THROW SPORKS AT YOU! And could you take a look at my other stories, 6th year Madness, Branches of Friendship, Sprinkled Randomness, Advice from Liz and Kiki, and my one shots? Pretty Please?

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