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Hermione had had a great sleep. She woke up at 6.30am ready to begin her last year at Hogwarts and take her first classes as a seventh year.

The thought of having to get up and go to class would make any normal person want to go back to sleep, but Hermione was different. She could remember when she was little, she always loved going to her muggle school. She didn't have many friends, mainly because no one else shared her interest or passion for learning and books.

Now that she was a witch and went to a school of magic, it was no different. In fact, it made her want to get up and go to class even more than it did before. She had been anxious when she first stepped on to Platform 9 ¾ and she had hoped that she would find a group of friends with the same interests as her, like everyone else did. But she didn't. She was disappointed that she, once again, was the only person to have bothered to study their subjects before the term started. But this was who she was and people learnt to love and appreciate her for her endless knowledge of a variety of subjects.

One of those people, or at least he was maybe beginning to love her, was Draco Malfoy.

Hermione had always dreamt of someone 'sweeping her off her feet,' and romancing her like they did to girls in movies. But to her all it ever was, was a dream. Well it was up until last night.

Draco Malfoy was the last person she had ever expected to be romanced by, but it happened. He did have a soft side, and Hermione had uncovered it. He wasn't anything like Viktor or Ron.

Viktor was a lot quieter than Draco, and more like an illusion. To Hermione, Viktor always seemed like he was there, but he wasn't? If you know what I mean. It was like every word that she said went in one ear and out the other. All he had going for him was Quidditch and his devilishly handsome appearance.

Ron, on the other hand, always tried to hard and things always looked strained. Although his effort did impress Hermione, she never truly felt at ease when they were alone and Ron was doing his best to romance her.

"Oh, gosh... Ron was so clumsy, he could never have done half as good of a job as Draco did." Hermione said to herself while she dressed.

She was happy to be a seventh year because she didn't have to wear that dreadful long skirt and the rest of the Hogwarts School uniform. Seventh years could wear whatever they liked; as long as it was appropriate.

That day she had decided to wear black cropped-cargo ¾ pants. These fitted her well, and they made her thighs look leaner. She had a light blue halterneck top underneath a denim elbow-length jacked. The white wedges that she wore on her feet stood out and instantly brightened her outfit. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail – it was all straight except for a few curls at the bottom.

She kept her make-up simple, it was only school after all. She put on a light concealer to cover the few freckles that were sprinkled across her nose and cheeks. As well as some mascara and light bronze eyeshadow. She thought she looked quite nice so she started to make her way down to her common room.

She saw that Draco's door was open and figured that he must have already gone to breakfast. Then she noticed 'Head Boy' written on Draco's door.

'Oh shit! My badge!' she thought.

She ran back up to her room, not wanting to miss breakfast completely, and found her head badge then she practically jogged to the Entrance Hall. Once she was there, she composed herself and entered to find the majority of tables empty. Breakfast would be over in 20 minutes and soon people would be heading off to get textbooks and things for their first class.

She saw Ginny reading a book at the Gryffindor table and decided to go and sit next to her for breakfast. Apart from staring to death right now, Hermione missed her best friend and wanted to know how things were going with her, Blaise, the baby and their families. She knew she talked to her the day before but she had become so close to Ginny that she needed to speak to her everyday. They were like sisters. Maybe they would've been if Ron hadn't have screwed around.

While she was walking towards Ginny, she couldn't help but glance over at the Slytherin table. Sure enough, Draco was sitting there, Pansy all over him like maggots to a dead animal. Hermione couldn't help but laugh.

'My god, can't the girl take a hint?' she thought.

Hermione knew that if she ever got looks of a guy, the ones like Draco was giving Pansy, she'd so know that he wasn't interested in her. In fact, just from the look, she'd know that the guy was utterly repulsed by her and obviously couldn't stand the sight, smell or sound of her.

'Luckily,' Hermione thought, 'No one treats me like that.'

She took a seat next to Ginny and instantly distinguished between the books cover and what was written inside the book. Just by reading the first paragraph it was so obvious that Ginny wasn't reading the sixth year transfiguration textbook. She was reading a book about first-time parenting.

"So... you guys are really gonna do this, huh?" Hermione asked.

"What? Oh yeah, the baby? Yeah, I don't know how I could give it up. It's already a part of me."

Hermione smiled. She was proud of Ginny. Having a baby definitely isn't the easiest thing in the world, but here Ginny was, barely 16 and already expecting a baby before the school year is out.

"I'm really proud of you, Gin. God knows that I wouldn't be able to stay sane if I was you. The thought of being a mum scares me right now and I'm a year older than you."

Ginny smiled and hugged Hermione.

"Thanks, Mione. That really does mean a lot. I just hope I'm as good of a mum as my mum is."

"Don't worry, hun. You will be. I just know it."

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Hermione was walking back from the dungeons where she had just had her first two classes – an advanced potions double lesson. It wasn't that bad. Only those who had achieved an 'O' on the O.W.L's were allowed to do Advanced Potions, and there weren't that many; only about 15 or so. The biggest competition for Hermione in that class was Draco, but that was to be expected. Everyone knew that Draco loved potions because he was always fussed over by Snape in their first few years at Hogwarts.

The lesson wasn't very exciting. They mainly just copied down notes off of the board and were given lectures about how far potions could take them in their chosen careers and things. Hermione knew that she could live up to the expectations that their teacher had set. They were simple instructions really; make sure your work is in on time, make sure your work is to you're highest standard, etc.

She was on her way back to her common room for a quick break in between the 2nd and third period (her favourite class, Arithmancy), which would begin in 20 minutes. She felt a slight push from behind her and found herself in an empty classroom.