Hermione awoke from the most restful slumber of her life. 'Well,' she thought, 'there is no way that Ron is still looking for me; I might as well go snag some breakfast before I go to class.' She was right; Ron wasn't looking for her anymore, and if he were he'd never find her.

Hermione crawled out of bed slowly, still savoring the last bit of warmth that clung to the silky sheets. "Extergeo," she muttered before she slipped back into her newly laundered and freshly pressed uniform. With a flick of her wand her hair was clean and smooth, cascading down to the center of her back in tightly spiraling curls. Another thirty seconds found Hermione looking radiant with her makeup brightly contrasting her fair-toned skin.

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'Curious, very curious,' Hermione thought as she made it up the last few steps to the Grand Entrance. 'Who on earth are all of these people? I haven't seen a single person I know all morning. Where are Harry and Ron?' she menaced as she thought of the latter. At that moment Hermione was knocked to the ground with an unusual amount of force.

"Hey, asshole, do you have eyes?" Hermione yelled, tired of idiots knocking her down and thinking nothing of it.

"Yeah..." a tall boy, probably a sixth or seventh year, muttered, embarrassed at being called out by a girl who was about a foot shorter than him.

"Well then I suggest you use them before you go traipsing around and shoving people to the ground! Ten points from Gryffindor!" Hermione screamed, utterly pissed that what had started off as such a pleasant morning was already going sour.

"Hey, lady, who the hell do you think you are? You can't just walk in here and start snatching points left and right!" the boy yelled back, now thoroughly peeved that a nosey girl who he'd never seen in his life was acting like the bloody Queen of Sheba!

"Who do I think I am, was that your question?" Hermione asked, slightly hurt, but mostly shocked that the boy didn't recognize the Head Girl when he saw her. "I'm Hermione Granger, the Head Girl."

The boy laughed. He laughed! 'How dare he laugh at me!?!" Hermione thought as she crossed her arms across her chest, clearly waiting for an explanation.

"Yeah, sure, good one!" He chuckled as he wiped a tear of laughter from his right eye. "Hate to break it to you, angel, but I know the Head Girl pretty well, and you sure as hell are not her."

"Are you drunk or on something, because I've been Head Girl for the past two months. Who do you think is Head Girl?"

The tall boy sobered up and shot her a quizzical look as he said, "Lily Evans. What was your name, by the way? Hermione Glare?"

"It's Granger, you halfwit, and who the fuck are you?" Hermione snapped, utterly ticked by the infantile trick he must have been playing on her.

"My name is Remus Lupin," the boy said, reaching out to shake her hand.

Now it was Hermione's turn to laugh. "Yeah, right! I happen to know Remus Lupin, and he is a lot older, and a lot smarter than you. No, really, who are you?"

"I don't believe we've met previously, but then again, I've been wrong before."

"Alright, I'll prove that I know Remus," Hermione said cockily, knowing this kid was no match for her. "His favorite color is green, he hates spinach, he is allergic to gluten, and he's a werewo…." She was cut off when the boy's hand covered her mouth.

"Shhhhhhhhhhh!" the boy whispered urgently. "What the hell is going on? Are you crazy? That's not something I want getting around. How did you find out anyway? Did Sirius put you up to this, because if he did, I swear to Merlin, I will kill him!" He had proved himself.

"Holy shit, it is you. Remus, help me!" Hermione whispered.

A/N: Greetings All! Hope you are all enjoying my story! Kiss kiss! R&R