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Hermione's head ached and everything looked quite dark as she opened her eyes. She was lying on the train to Hogwarts. She turned her head. At her sudden movement, a boy frantically tried to wipe his tear-strained face.

"I didn't realize that everyone cared so much about me," Hermione croaked, sarcastically. The boy scowled.

"Just laugh," he snarled. He had clearly gotten over whatever caused the poor boy to cry.

"No, thank you," she groaned as she adjusted herself so she could face the boy. He looked very confused.

"What?" he asked.

"I said no, thank you. Now, I have a headache. Can you kindly hand me my wand and carry on with whatever you might have been doing?" Hermione snapped.

"Be thankful I pulled you in here. I don't even know what I was thinking," he growled.

"If not being cruel isn't being thankful, then I've been misled all these years," Hermione stated dramatically as she began to stand up, "Anyway, I owe you one." She wasn't really serious about owing him one but it had seemed like the right thing to say.

"Step out of the compartment, please," he replied, smirking. Boy, did he look familiar. Hermione obliged, although she was confused.

"Now you don't," snarled the boy, slamming the door in her face with one last smirk. Hermione made a strange noise that sounded like a cross between a groan and a sigh and hurried off to find Harry and Ron. She wandered the hallways of the moving train. When she spotted a familiar messy black head of hair and a flash of very red hair, she hurried into the compartment.

"Sorry, Harry, I got held up," explained Hermione absentmindedly, sitting down. Her statement was met with a confused and awkward silence. Hermione looked up.

"Er... I think you're confused," said a voice that definitely did not belong to anyone she knew. She looked over at the girl who spoke. She recognized her immediately. It was obvious because of her bright green eyes that were so like the emerald green ones she knew. She turned her head to look at everyone in the compartment and her eyes widened. She was sitting in a train compartment with Lily Evans, James Potter, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin.

"Hey there! Are you new?" asked Sirius, smiling. Remus groaned and Hermione glanced around nervously.

"Yeah. I– er... yeah, I am. I'm Hermione," she paused before she added her last name, "Granger."

"I'm Lily Evans. Pleased to meet you," Lily reached out for Hermione's hand, smiling.

"You're Head Girl?" asked Hermione pointing at her badge. Lily's eyes widened.

"Oh my god! Yes. Sorry, I have to go," she gasped as she hurried out into the corridor. Hermione wanted to go with her but she had hurried off so quickly, she hadn't had the chance to say anything and Hermione was left alone with three very flirtatious boys.

Severus was wondering who the girl he found was. He had found her in a most peculiar way. She was on the floor with a book under her head and a large bump on the top of her head. He had heard a little bump so he looked out the little curtained window and saw her. Her beautifully coloured brown curls were splayed across the floor. He opened the door and picked her up in his arms and also grabbed the book for safe keeping. He laid her on the other compartment seat and healed her head. He had thought she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, save his mother. His mother was the woman he would care for always. Severus wondered many things about this girl. He even wondered if she was the one he could care for as well. Severus sighed as the train came to a stop and he prepared himself for a very long year.
Hermione was going frantic. She had to talk to Dumbledore. There was no way she could before the feast. So she had to either do it during, which would attract too much attention, or after, which could have a small amount of consequence. Hermione decided that she would sit at the Gryffindor table and if anyone asked she moved from... America. She would have to explain her facade to Dumbledore and her real dilema. Hermione entered the Great Hall and shakily walked to the Gryffindor table, earning some strange looks from those who had never seen her before. Suddenly, a boy appeared at her side, then another on her other side and finally a last, who had no side to choose from. She looked over to her right which had Sirius and James on it and Remus was on her left.

"Hermione, hi," drawled Sirius. Hermione looked up at him, tiredly.

"You're scaring her," warned Remus.

"Not really," sighed Hermione, "Just nervous." Sirius put his arm around Hermione, pulled her close and whispered in her ear.

"You have no reason to be nervous," he rasped. Hermione looked over at Remus with a face depicting pure helplessness and annoyance. He burst out laughing and Sirius scowled at him.

"Go bother James, Remus," he growled.

"Go sexually harass another girl," Remus retorted, with an eyebrow raised.

"Touche."

"Be quiet both of you," Hermione ordered, plucking Sirius's arm off her. He looked at her with an eyebrow raised then looked over to James, who he began to tease for Lily had just sat down.

"He thinks every girl wants him," explained Remus.

"I've realized," Hermione laughed. Remus joined in. Neither knew but they were being watched, closely.