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Hermione rolled out of bed as the sun danced across her face grazing her hair producing a golden brown hallo effect. She smiled opening her eyes, only to wince at the suns splendor. Yawning she sat up in her bed gazing about the quant little room. It was perfect in every way resourceful, relaxing, with a view over their small-off-London town to die for. She'd miss these days, waking up half passed noon, spending her time graciously between work from the Order and reading up for the new years classes, oh and of course making sure she saw Harry and Gin at least once every couple days. They always did worry about her, if she wasn't overworking herself and about the whole Ron ordeal. Hermione frowned remembering the big oaf and the reason she had taken on so much extra work from the Order.

Lazily she swung her legs over the beds edge, her feet making contact with the plush soft carpet. She took in a deep breath of the new day and coughed. "What the-?" Speaking to herself as she sniffed the air to the becoming familiar burning stench. "Not again!" Hermione grabbed her robe and ran down the stairs. Here the smoke was even more evident, to the point she had to cover her mouth with her sleeve whacking away at the grayness.

She entered the kitchen and there he was smacking the toaster with a metal spatula. "Dad!" Hermione yelled half in annoyance half in fear that he was going to set the house on fire.

"Hello dear!" He yelled trying to appear as if he knew what he was doing. "I-I have it all under control! Yes, perfectly FINE! Now I-" He took a jump back as the fire went from the toaster to the curtains behind it. "Aah! That's not supposed to happen?!"

Logical Hermione thought hard about her options. 'can't use wand but can use… think! Wait! Potions class! Yes!' ran out of the room, plan in mind.

"Wait! Honey! I was wrong! I may need a tiny bit of help!... DEAR!" Her fathers back to the wall of the kitchen apparently petrified. Hermione dashed back into the room with a yellow powder.

"Please work!" she screamed throwing the powder over the fire instantly extinguishing it. It was a blessing in disguise her obsessive want to know everything about becoming a healer keeping a ready supply of wizarding herbs and concentrate necessities in her room. She was pleasantly surprised when her Gashed Gnars Root set the fire off. She'd read in a late medical journal that it was used during the Elf revolt in the early 1600's to treat House Elf's that were hit with Incindo Revole and wouldn't stop burning. Gruesome little tale really, sparked her want to start S.P.E.W.

They Didn't say anything for a good five minutes, just staring at the scalded curtains. Hermione's father was panting, the little hair he had left sticking to his forehead. He smiled to himself wiping his face with his sleeve.

"Right… well you know how long I've been talking about getting rid of them curtains." He started to laugh and Hermione couldn't help but join him. Her father had one of those down right infectious laughs, the laughs that no matter if it was really funny or not you can't help but join in. The kind of laugh Hermione expected Santa Clause also must have, in fact her father really did resemble Santa, well all except for the balding bit. "Sorry about the mess, just trying to make a spot of breakfast was all…"

"It's okay, really, I prefer my toast well done anyway. All I want to know is why you were smacking it with a spatula?"

"Hey you're the brains in the family and don't you forget it!" Another roar of laughter followed that. "Besides what would you have done if a sudden burst of fire came out of bloody no where and scared the living daylights out of you?"

"First of all I wouldn't have burned the toast." Hermione smiled. "I happen to be a very good cook."

"Inherited that bit from your mother no doubt and of course the brains, she is going to have a fit after seeing this mess."

"Where is mum anyway?" Hermione said crossing the room to grab an apple, which was, luckily, mere inches away from the line of char, a good minute later and that apple would have been toast. Her father stepped from the wall and slipped on some oven mitts.

"Well she got called to the clinic again, I'm telling you Hun don't go into the medical field or you'll find yourself basically on call for the rest of your life." He slowly began dismantling the curtains, or what was left of them, from above the sink. "Hot! Hot!" A bit of smoldering fabric fell on a part of his exposed forearm. "HHOAT!" Hermione rolled her eyes and ran up the stairs retrieving her wizarding herbs and concentrate necessities, she quickly pieced together a small medi-trama-skin revival.

"Arm." Her dad reluctantly moved his arm over to her. She then applied the sticky solute to the burn and it slowly began to heal itself. "Honestly dad a walking aciedent. And look here If I wasn't so keen on reading up on becoming a medi-witch I wouldn't have been able to save your life just now."

"You hardly saved my life but you have a point, I still don't agree to it but when you have a daughter as hardheaded as you what is a man to do?" He exited the room booming with laughter.

Suddenly a loud "FOOSH!" followed by a slightly disturbing "CHA-THUD!" ending with a chorused "Yowch!" accompanied by an eerie glowing green light, came from the living room. Hermione ran into the living room her face aglow. There they were stepping out of the fireplace covered in soot.

"Harry! Gin!" She ran tripping over the rug, swallowing them into a deep hug, almost toppling the lot over.

"Heya Mione!" Harry said, those quiditch days certainly paid off well for him as he leveled Hermione and Ginny with ease. "So have you got it!"

"Got what?" Hermione inquired

"Head girl of course!" answered an excited Ginny as she swung her and Harry's hand cheerfully. They really made an adorable couple, it made her sick. She had on occasion wanted to chop their smiles off in the days late of her and Ron's break up.

"The letters are out?! I-I haven't got mine yet!!" Hermione was rapidly heading into her spirals of panic and once she was in her spiral nothing could drag her out.

"Hermione calm down! You do relies this happens every year, you live outside the wizarding world so it's no wonder your letter come an hour or two late- Why look who it is!" Harry turned his head smiling pulling Ginny who grabbed Hermione and hurriedly entered the kitchen. Their in the window sill was Dumbledore phoenix looking very scared of the chard window. "No worries Fawxs I'm pretty sure the fire is all gone." Harry nudged Hermione "So your dad tried to cook again?" Hermione didn't answer, not that she needed to, excited over the fact that Dumbledore had sent his own personal phoenix to send her school papers!

"Well you do relies what this means Hermione!!" Ginny said basically jumping up and down with glee. "You must be head girl! That there is Dumbledore's personal birdie!" Fawxs swooped into the kitchen and carefully plopped the letter into Hermione's hand along with a rather large brown parcel.

"I-I don't know! Don't get my hopes up Gin! I mean it could just be a regular letter along with something I left in the dormitories last year? Or something of the sort?!" She looked at the letter and parcel a little intimidated to open it. Head girl was what she'd been working tword for her entire time at Hogwarts, ever since she heard there was such a position available. If she didn't get it she would be heart broken.

"Just open it Mione we know you got it! I mean you are the smartest witch in a century to attend Hogwarts!" Harry was growing continually annoyed by the wait, if she didn't open the letter in the next 10-9-8-

"Okay OKAY!" Hermione grabbed the letter and quickly broke the Hogwarts seal. 'Thank God' Harry thought to himself rolling his eyes a wide grin waiting for her to jump up and down and scream with glee. She grazed the paper quickly reading line by line. Hermione's eyes grew wide and then fell in an instant her face turned downtrodden.

"Well… There were others who could have gotten it.." Ginny placed a hand over her mouth and frowned. Harry tried to speak but Hermione interrupted him. "But… I GOT IT! I'm head girl!!"

"I knew you'd do it!" Harry grinned in relief and gave caught her in a hug. Ginny squealed jumping up and down chanting of the newly appointed head girl's greatness.

"But wait there's more.." She read on, speaking slowly as her eyes scanned the page "The head boy.. I'm suppose to deliver this head boy robe and pin that supposed to be in this brown box thing, along with my own? There is also a list of things to be done and planned before the school year begins, some prefect rotation patrol schedules, welcoming feast things and the like that me and the head boy are to work out?"

"Well, who's the head boy then?" asked Harry earnestly.

"I bet it's that Ravenclaw boy, what's his name.. John Kilortagan?" Ginny guessed.

"No, No I think its Killotragan." The color in Hermione's face slowly faded as she read the rest of the letter over and over again. "Mione? Mione, who is it?"

"It's Draco Malfoy." Her heart sank with a thud and she felt as if she saw her entire life flashed before her, and it wasn't pretty.

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I do like a bit of humor?

Haha sorry If I think Im funny and come off as a retard : P

Well another chapter?

What do ya think?

Chapter 3 is underway

Im not quite satisfied with it but maybe I'll put it up soon