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Chapter Four

Head Girls

Over the next few weeks that signalled the end of the summer, Hermione remained in control of her body but Hermia's whisperings had grown and Hermione feared another take over.

Hermia had been unleashed during the grief and had grown stronger. Hermione knew it was only a matter of time before the darker, harsher side of her took over.

She could only pray that now school was back in session Hermia wouldn't take over no matter what. Otherwise everything she had strived for would be over.

Harry, Ron, Ginny and Hermione had been taken to Kings Cross to board the train just as everyone else. After all, they couldn't give away the Order's new Headquarters. It would be hard enough with the whole Order living at Hogwarts without the student's knowledge without the Golden Trio bringing anymore suspicion.

So that was how the Trio and Ginny found themselves boarding the train along with the horde of other students. They soon located an empty compartment and slipped inside.

"Okay, so Harry got Quidditch captain and I'm guessing Hermione got Head Girl, right?" Ron grinned.

"Of course." Hermione replied with a slight smirk.

"And Ginny got prefect, so that leaves me." Ron pouted slightly, feeling a little left out.

"Cheer up, Ron. You're my second in command." Harry told the sulking red head.

Ron cheered up a little. "Yeah?"

"Naturally." Harry replied calmly.

"Thanks, now I feel much better." Ron grinned.

Ginny and Hermione rolled their eyes.

"Could this year be any better?" Harry sighed, sinking into his seat.

'We could get bloody revenge. Then it would the best year.' Hermia's voice whispered inside Hermione's head.

"No, we won't get revenge." Hermione hissed quietly.

'Why not? I long to be covered in their blood like they were covered in our families' blood.'

"Shut up."

'To hear them scream as they screamed.'

"I'm not listening."

'To feel in control as you hold their lives in the palm of your hand.'

"No!" Hermione yelled, covering her ears. "I will not be like them!"

Harry, Ron and Ginny shared a look. They knew Hermia had become more present in their friend and it worried them. After all, it could end up destroying their friend.

"Hermione? Are you alright?" Ginny asked, placing a hand on her conflicted friend's shoulder.

'Yeah, Mya, let them know the dark thoughts that consume your mind when you're all alone with only me for company. Don't deny it. I am you, your thoughts are mine.' Hermia sneered.

"Shut it, Mia." Hermione hissed at her alter ego. She looked up at Ginny and smiled. "I'm fine."

Ginny looked worriedly back at the boys in a glance that Hermione caught.

'Look how they pity you. Poor crazy Mya. Poor, itty, bitty, Mya.' Hermia taunted.

"Really, I'm fine." Hermione insisted, cutting across her alter ego's comments.

"If you're sure…." Ginny said, unsure.

"Really." Hermione replied firmly.

In another carriage down the hall, Draco Malfoy was sat alone. He was the most hated boy in all of Slytherin, apart from his faithful friend Blaise, and Crabbe and Goyle had even ditched him for Marcus Nott, the new Slytherin Prince.

Not that Nott was as handsome as Draco, but he was good looking in his own, dark way. He had thick curly dark brown hair, intense brown eyes and a fairly handsome, brooding face.

Outwardly, all the girls in Slytherin had changed their attentions to Marcus, but inwardly they all still wanted the real Slytherin Prince even more so now.

To them, he was forbidden fruit, even more of a bad boy than he ever was. A rogue. It was every girl's secret fantasy to meet a handsome bad boy rogue and fall in love, changing him and every Slytherin girl was secretly hoping they would be the one for Draco.

Draco sighed and stared absently out of the window as the foggy rain lashed against it and the wild Scottish landscape sped past them as they neared Hogwarts.

The door to his compartment slid open. The high pitched giggling he hadn't noticed before suddenly stopped.

"Oh, look who it is. The little blood traitor." Marcus sneered, a pathetic attempt compared to Draco's sneer.

Draco merely turned to the side and looked at him with his intense grey eyes. "Nott."

The voluptuous blonde on Nott's arm peered at Draco through her eyelashes, her ice blue eyes clearly showing her desires. She obviously thought she might be 'the one'.

"Let's get out of here, Nadia. Don't want the ferret staining us." Marcus sneered, pulling the girl from the compartment.

"No wouldn't want that." Draco muttered bitterly, remembering when that had been him the year before.

The rest of the ride up to Hogwarts was fairly boring and when they got out of the train, both Hermione and Draco were horrified to discover they could both see Thestrals.

Hermione had been morbidly fascinated with the creatures, while Draco had glared accusingly at the beasts before storming off to another carriage.

So, now the two found themselves sat in the Great Hall at opposite ends. Just like their lives. Total opposites, but in some way they were the same. Dumbledore got to his feet, bringing all attention to him.

"To those who are returning I say a warm welcome back and to those joining us, I say welcome to Hogwarts, I hope you enjoy it here. Firstly, the new Head Boy and Girl. From Slytherin, Draco Malfoy."

The Slytherin table glared at the Malfoy heir as he stood up, but he ignored them. He inclined his head at the polite applause he got from the other houses before sitting back down.

"And from Gryffindor, Hermione Granger."

Hermione got to her feet, blushing lightly at the great cheers and applause that she got from her own house.

'We, well I, can have some great fun with this.' Hermia mused. Hermione could almost hear her smirk.

"No, you won't." She hissed quietly.

'You're not the boss of me, Genius. I'm my own person.'

"We are one in the same, as you keep reminding me." Hermione shot back.

'Not for long.' Hermia replied ominously.

Hermione paled and stared into her empty plate. The reflection wasn't hers. Hermia stared back at her.

'So soon.' Hermia waved and gave a sly wink at her counterpart.

"No." Hermione whispered.

'You'd better believe it, Mya. It's almost my time to shine and I don't plan on giving it up for anything.'

Hermia's image blew a kiss before fading out so Hermione's image was the only one in the plate.

"Mione, the food's here. Are you okay?" Ron asked making her jump.

"Yeah, fine." Hermione smiled absently.

'For now.' Hermia cackled.

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