I'm back! Here's the next chapter. I'm sorry it took me so long to update but I've been quite busy (exams and stuff ...).

It's kinda short but I'll try to post something else soon.

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On with the story now ...

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At the end of breakfast, Hermione followed Harry to his apartment to help him to unpack. Ginny was busy with Neville as they were talking about medical plants that could come to be handy for the infirmary.

As they made their way through Hogwarts, they met Nearly Headless Nick and stopped to have a little chat with him.

"Good Morning Sir Nicolas, greeted Hermione.

"Good morning Miss Granger. Good morning Mister Potter."

"Morning Sir Nicolas," answered Harry.

"So here you are, back to Hogwarts as teachers," he said. "I was on my way to a meeting with the Headmistress. She'll be back any second now. We need to talk about the new Gryffindor's house head."

"Oh I see," said Hermione "I guess we'll see you both at lunch then."

"Yes I think so," answered the ghost.

"Bye Sir Nicolas," said Harry as they resumed their walk to his apartment. Hermione was suddenly very silent while they were climbing the stairs.

"Nuckles for your thoughts," joked Harry.

"Well, I was wondering who will be picked as the new house head of Gryffindor," she said.

"I'd bet it would be you, but we're kinda new as teachers to Hogwarts for that," stated Harry.

"Neville's head of Hufflepuff though," opposed Hermione.

"Yeah but he's been here as a teacher for a couple of years now," said Harry.

"I hope it won't be me," said a nervous Hermione.

"Why would that bother you?" asked an incredulous Harry "Hello, who are you and what have you done to my bossy Miss Responsibility best friend?" he joked.

"Harry was not expecting that at all. What was up with her? He stared at her and noticed how worried she looked. She was biting her lower lip and nervously playing with her hair.

"Really Hermione, I don't get it. As far as I remember you have always been looking for such responsibilities. I have always known you'll end up here teaching. And become a house head would just be the cherry on the top of the cake!"

"Being a good and appreciated teacher would be that cherry on the cake. That's enough for me," said Hermione as she stopped in front of Harry's door.

"Golden Snitch" said Harry.

"Pardon?" asked Hermione.

As the door opened, she understood it was the password to his apartment. The man in the portrait was young and he was dressed as a Quidditch player.

"I see you've been given the perfect guardian to your apartment she joked.

Harry was kind of taken aback by her sudden change of attitude but he was glad she was back on a joking state of mind.

"Yup, lemme introduce you to Daniel Jones, former student of Hogwarts and best Quidditch player of year 1910," said a very proud Harry.

"Wow, now you'll have someone to speak to when you can't find sleep," Hermione teased, "Nice to meet you Daniel," she said.

"As they entered in the main room, Hermione was greeted by boxes everywhere on the floor and a suddenly not so proud Harry.

"So you've started to unpack, uh?" she asked sarcastically.

"Sort of," he eluded.

"Boys ..." she sighed.

"Let me show you around first," he proposed as a way to ease the discussion.

"No tricky mysterious door?" she joked again.

"Not a single one so far." He answered while showing her his apartment.

"Oh you've got a balcony as well!" she exclaimed. "But why is your broom here?"

"That's pretty handy when I wanna fly," he said," the balcony's a great place to take off."

"I suppose," she said while coming back to the boxes and examine them. "Alright, let's get started now. Where are you bedroom boxes?"

He looked at her puzzled. "What do you mean bedroom boxes?" he asked.

"Well, you have packed your belongings according to the rooms where they belong didn't you?"

"Not exactly," he started. "I kinda put everything in the boxes like that. I mean I didn't know I had to classify things."

"Right, it's gonna be a long day," Hermione answered. "Okay, what we're going to do is open them and classify the items, and then we'll just have to put them away in the appropriate room. Let's start with this one." She said pointed to the closest box. She took her wand and said "Accio box".

"Harry seemed to recognize it as he quickly blushed and take the box while it was floating. He then quickly made his way to his bedroom saying "All right, I know what's in this box, I'll take care of it."

"See, you're already good at it, "laughed Hermione while opening another box. This one was full of pictures. She knew it wasn't her stuff but she could not help but looking through the album, discovering Harry's memories in the same time. She was watching pictures of her and Ron as well. There were lots of pictures of their Hogwarts years. The best years in Harry's life, before the final battle against Voldemort. She knew he was feeling way better now but he still had some difficulties to deal with it. As she saw pictures of their 7th year and then pictures taken by journalists after he became The Boy Who Killed Voldemort, she could not help but see a huge difference. His look was empty, disappointed, like he was expecting something that didn't happen.

"I was disappointed," he simply stated.

That made Hermione jumped and she furiously blushed while putting back the pictures in the box.

"I'm sorry Harry, I did not meant to ... but ... how do you know what I've just thought? How can you?" she asked.

"Occlumancy lessons, remember? I become pretty good at it after years of training."

"Oh I see," she said unsure of what she should do.