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Previously:

"But you're not Head Girl as well," James said, throwing an arm around Skye. "And Skye is."

Skye snickered at the expression on her brother's face.

"Quit while you're not too far behind," Hermione suggested.

Harry sulked for the rest of the day.

"Do be good sweetheart," Lily said, kissing her daughter goodbye. "I don't want to hear anymore stories about you punching anybody, okay?"

"Yes Mum," Skye nodded obediently.

"Unless they hurt you," James added.

"JAMES!" Lily exclaimed, socking her husband in the stomach. "Set a good example please."

Skye grinned.

"Don't worry Mum," she said. "I got my brains from you."

"Thank god," Lily murmured, turning to say goodbye to her other children.

"Have fun Skye," a voice behind them said.

"RI!" Skye exclaimed.

She spun around and hugged her friend tightly.

"I didn't think you'd come," she said breathlessly.

"And miss seeing you off for your last year?" Ri asked. "Never."

"I'm gonna miss you," Skye whispered.

"I'll miss you too honey," Ri said softly. "Promise to write to me?"

"Of course," Skye instantly agreed. "But you have to write back."

"Definitely," Ri grinned. "I've got to stay tuned in with all the Hogwarts gossip now don't I?"

The whistle of the train suddenly blew and Lily began ushering the children onto the train.

"Have a great year," Ri whispered, kissing Skye on the forehead.

"You too," Skye said, breaking away from her friend.

"And no guys!" he called after her.

"Try and stop me," Skye laughed.

She grabbed her trunk and began hoisting it onto the train, turning back to wave at her family one last time. She headed down the isle of the train with Hermione, trying to find an empty compartment.

It seemed strange to Skye that this would be the last time she would do this. The last time she would ever board the Hogwarts Express...

CRASH!

Skye was so immersed in her thoughts that she didn't see the person in front of her. She fell to the ground and immediately a tanned face was peering down at her, brown eyes filled with concern.

"Are you alright?"

Mutely, Skye nodded. She stood up and brushed herself off. She took her first real look at the guy standing before her. Funnily enough, Skye liked what she saw. A lot.

"I'm fine now," she flirted. "I'm sorry; I wasn't watching where I was going."

"I wasn't either," the guy grinned. "Otherwise I wouldn't have missed your pretty face."

Skye laughed; she liked this guy.

"Skye Potter," she said, holding out a hand.

"Daniel Brady," the guy shook her hand. "Ravenclaw."

"I'm a Gryffindor," Skye said. "That probably explains why I've never met you before."

Ravenclaw and Gryffindor only very rarely had classes together.

"Well it is a pleasure to meet you Skye," Daniel said. "But I'm afraid I'll have to go; my mates will be getting impatient."

"No problem," Skye said. "I'll see you round."

"Definitely," Daniel sent Skye another grin before heading into a nearby compartment.

"Who was he?" Hermione asked. "He was hot!"

"Aren't you supposed to be with my brother?" Skye replied absently, sliding into a compartment.

"Sure," Hermione shrugged. "Doesn't mean I can't appreciate good eye-candy."

"Daniel Brady," Skye said. "Ravenclaw."

"That's probably why I don't know him," Hermione muttered. "I thought I knew most people."

"Probably never run into him before," Skye said. "Not like I have at any rate."

Hermione laughed. "True," she said. "Now you have to go to the front of the train and meet with the Head Boy."

"Damn," Skye swore. "I forgot about that. Who do you think it is?"

"I dunno," Hermione shrugged. "I was thinking it might be Ernie MacMillan. It could be Ron, but he would have told us..."

"Unless he wanted it to be a surprise," Skye muttered. "Anyway, I'll see you at the meeting in ten?"

"Yep," Hermione nodded. "Have fun."

"Yeah, see you," Skye waved and made her way up to the front of the train.

She pushed open the door and read Heads and Prefects Only and froze. There, standing in front of her was Draco Malfoy, wearing the Head Boy badge.

He hadn't noticed her yet and was staring out the window absently. Skye cleared her throat and he jumped around, startled.

Upon seeing who it was, he jumped up almost nervously, running a hand through his hair.

"Umm...hi," he stuttered.

Skye raised an eyebrow. Draco Malfoy stuttering? That was new.

"Hey Malfoy," she said, hoping her face didn't betray what she was feeling inside. "You're obviously the Head Boy."

Inside, Skye's insides were twisting painfully. Shit, shit, shit, she thought, I have to share a room with HIM?

"Yeah, and you're Head Girl right?" he asked.

Skye nodded and the pair fell into an uncomfortable silence.

"We should try and be civil," Skye blurted out.

Draco's blue eyes were instantly on her.

"I mean," Skye tried to find the right words. "The school needs Heads that are able to work together without fighting. I know we finished off the last year badly so maybe we could start again."

Draco nodded slowly, mulling over Skye's words.

"We don't have to be friends," she added quickly. "Just civil to each other."

"Okay," Draco said quietly. "That's a good idea."

Skye's heart plummeted. She had thought that Draco may have wanted to be friends; at least that would be a step closer to how they were before the breakup. Obviously, it was too much to wish for.

Neither Draco nor Skye said another word on the topic and they lapsed into silence again.

"We should probably organize the patrol schedule," Skye said finally, remembering what was written in her letter.

"Yeah, good idea Potter," Draco said quickly. "But it can't interfere with Quidditch."

"Of any house," Skye added, knowing Draco was only talking about the Slytherin team. "But patrols should take priority over groups such as Charms Group 'cause otherwise it would be almost impossible to find a night that would suit everyone."

The pair set to work organizing a patrol schedule, each making sure that they were keeping their distance from each other.

It seemed as though Skye wasn't the only one who had changed over the holidays. Draco, too, seemed less inclined to throw an insult every time he opened his mouth.

After they had finished, the Heads were left to sit in an awkward silence until the prefect's arrived.

As each prefect came in, they looked shocked at who had been chosen and Skye really couldn't blame them. There was going to be rumours flying before they even reached Hogwarts.

A Slytherin and Gryffindor as Heads students and one that had never been and never wanted to be a prefect. Family rivalries since the time of their parents, and probably before. Used to date, but then broke up for reasons nobody really knew. Now, they hated each other again, but were forced to work together. Skye would have to write to Ri about this one.

As Hermione and Rhia came in, they each glanced between Skye and Draco, the question clear in their eyes. Skye smiled at them, reassuring them that she was perfectly fine with her chosen partner for the year.

Much to Skye's pleasure, Daniel Brady was the Ravenclaw prefect. As he entered, he threw Skye a wink and a grin that was quickly becoming his trademark. Skye grinned back.

"Right," Draco stood up. "We've made a schedule for patrols for each of you that we expect you to follow."

"If you can't make a patrol for a valid reason," Skye continued. "You should try and change with another prefect and if you can't come and see one of us and we'll see what we can do."

"Don't abuse the privilege you have been given," Draco said.

"Like you never had," Rhia scoffed quietly.

Skye glared at her and she shut up.

"And make sure that you don't go easy on your friends or housemates just because they're your friends," Draco continued. "If you're going to go easy on your friends, go easy on everyone. Just be fair."

"And that's it," Skye concluded. "Any questions?"

"Yeah," Daniel Brady raised his hand. "Where exactly can we find you? Just in case we want...I mean need to for something?"

Skye didn't miss the slip up in his words, nor the second meaning.

"We will be eating in the Great Hall, Brady," Draco said stiffly. "Just because we're Heads doesn't mean we don't need food. I'm sure you will be able to find us there."

"And if we can't?" Daniel raised an eyebrow.

Draco opened his mouth to say something, most likely an insult, but Skye interrupted.

"We also have our own rooms," she said quietly. "I think they're on the sixth floor and are protected by the portrait of the four founders of Hogwarts. I'm sure that if you ask them nicely they'll tell you if we are in there or get us for you."

"Thanks," Daniel winked at Skye again. "I'm sure I'll be making a few visits."

Skye bit her lip to stop herself from laughing; that probably wouldn't be entirely appropriate.

"If that's all, we will call this meeting closed," Draco interrupted coolly.

The prefects all filed out, Rhia wagging her eyebrows suggestively at Skye. Soon, it was just the two Head students left.

"So..." Skye said awkwardly. "I'll see you around then Malfoy."

She headed over to the compartment and door, ready to go join her friends.

"Potter..." Draco began.

"Yeah?" Skye faced him.

"Nothing," he muttered, a slightly pink taint to his cheeks.

Shrugging, Skye left the compartment. She collapsed next to Hermione in her own compartment, breathing a deep sigh. This was going to be a long and interesting year.

A/N Okay, so I'm predictable and totally cliché. There's a longer chapter coming, I promise–but you'll only get it if you review!