Chapter Four – Tonks and the Twins

"Let's just apparate to King's Cross , OK Harry?" Hermione said as Harry levitated their trunks downstairs, "It'll be the quickest and easiest."

"OK," Harry sounded unconvinced. Ever since he apparated back to Hogsmeade with Dumbledore he felt uneasy using this mode of transportation.

A few seconds later, Harry and Hermione apparated into an ally way near King's Cross. They hurried towards Platform 9 ¾ . Once through the barrier, Harry smiled. There was the Hogwarts express, smoking and scarlet as ever.

"HARRY!" Harry turned at the sound of his name and saw Rae hurtling towards him. She leapt into his arms for a hug.

"Nice to see you too, little sister," Harry laughed.

Rae smacked his arm, "I'm not your LITTLE sister! For all you know, you could be my little brother."

"Sure Rae," Harry grinned. He found it oddly satisfying to infuriate her.

"Hey Harry, Hermione," Ron said, walking up behind them.

"Hey mate. Rae this is my best friend, Ron. Ron, my little sister Rae," Harry said as innocently as possible. Rae glared at him.

"Hi," they both said to each other.

"Harry, we should get a compartment before we go to the Prefect's carriage to give the new Prefects the rundown," Hermione said. They started walking towards the train.

"So you're Head Boy?" Rae scoffed.

"Exactly what I thought," Ron said out of the side of his mouth.

"And basically that's it. Above all just remember – DO NOT abuse your title or you will lose it." Hermione wrapped up her speech to the new Prefects and turned to Harry, "Ready to go back to Ron and Rae?"

"Yup," Harry replied. They walked the hallways of the train and entered their compartment.

"Strange," Harry muttered, sitting down.

"Yeah, it's quiet out there with out Malfoy wreaking havoc, huh?" Ron stated, picking up on Harry's thoughts.

For the first time in six years, the train ride was uneventful. Before they knew it, they had arrived at Hogsmeade.

"Follow me, Granger, Potter, I will show you to your dorm," McGonagall ordered in a voice much less harsh than usual, "Now I know your relationship has somewhat… escalated… over the summer. I trust you two will take it upon yourselves to act responsibly."

"Yes, Professor," the two said.

They had reached the 7th floor and were now standing in front of an elaborate painting not 10 feet from Gryffindor Tower. The painting was of a young witch and wizard – they both looked mysterious and definitely in love.

"Good evening to you Natalie, Thomas," McGonagall addressed the painting, "This is Hermione Granger and Harry Potter, our new Head Girl and Boy."

"Hello," Natalie said dreamily, "The password for your dorm is Dragonifors."

"Thank you," Hermione said, "And thanks Professor – Dragonifors."

McGonagall walked off as the painting retracted into the wall to allow Harry and Hermione to enter.

The Heads dorm was beyond anything they had heard in rumors. The common room seemed to be designed perfectly for Harry and Hermione, no one else. Decorated in much the same color scheme as the Gryffindor common room, it was cosy, with two arm chairs and a love seat set up around the fireplace. There was a table in the corner, for studying and the wall behind it was lined with bookcases. Hermione's eyes brightened at the sight. Along the mantle were photos of Harry and Hermione with their families and friends. Including a photo of a baby Harry with his parents, Harry picked it up to show Hermione. Hermione smiled lovingly at her boyfriend and headed towards the bathroom to have a look.

The bathroom was a sunny yellow and had a huge shower in the corner. Above the vanity, hung a very kind-spoken mirror and sunken into the middle of the floor was a circular bath. There was a door either side of the room, each with one of their name's on it.

Harry and Hermione parted ways to look at their bedrooms. Harry stepped into his and immediately felt at ease. His bed was next to the window – a double bed with deep red pillows and covers. There was a small bookcase in the opposite corner with a beanbag next to it. There was a small collection of Quidditch posters on the walls – all illustrating various moves. Under the window was a perch for Hedwig.

Hermione had also fallen in love with her room – her squeal of delight told that much. The room sported a white and power blue colour scheme. Her bed was also a double, but it was white and had a blue organza canopy draped over the head. There was a basket with cushions at the foot of her bed, for Crookshanks. In the corner was a bookcase, much like Harry's, but next to her's was an overstuffed blue armchair, laden with comfy pillows.

The couple met again in the common room to say goodnight, then retreated back to their rooms for dreamless sleeps.

"So do you guys know who the new DADA teacher is?" Ron asked at breakfast the next morning, through a mouthful of oatmeal, mind you.

"Ron, just because we're the Heads doesn't mean we know everything," Harry answered.

"We'll find out soon enough," Rae said, also through a mouthful of food, "We have DADA first up."

The gang walked towards the DADA classroom on the 3rd floor, discussing menial topics along the way. They entered the room to find an old witch in a pink cardigan standing up the front. She had a mean, toad-like look about her that unnerved Harry.

"CRAP!" he said, "Not another stupid old gargoyle."

"Harry!" Hermione scolded but turned in shock to find the new Professor laughing heartily.

"I trust you think highly of Delores Umbridge? I myself can't stand her." the professor's voice didn't match her appearance in the slightest. Ron looked completely confused, Rae completely lost, but Harry and Hermione had looks of amused realization on their faces, "Tonks?" They said in unison.

The professor smiled and morphed so that her hair turned bubblegum pink and she became a lot younger.

"Wotcha! You figured it out, well done. 10 points each."

The rest of the class went smoothly, with Tonks introducing them to morphing spells for means of disguise.

At lunch that day, McGonagall came up to Harry, "Potter, I have booked the Quidditch pitch for tryouts on Friday afternoon. Good luck this year."

"Ohh I love Quidditch!" Rae exclaimed.

"Well you should tryout. We need a new chaser," Ron said, "I'm keeper, Harry's seeker and captain."

"What about you Hermione?" Rae asked.

"I prefer to spectate. Not much of a flier."

As if it knew they were talking Quidditch, an owl swooped into the Great Hall and came to land in front of Harry. He took the letter and looked at it: Harry Potter – OPEN IN PRIVATE. Harry stuffed the letter into his robes and continued with his lunch. He would read it tonight.

Harry sat in front of the fire in the Heads common room, mesmerized by the flames. Hermione had just gone to take a bath. Harry pulled the letter from his robes and opened it.

Harry,

We have a presentation we would like to make to the Gryffindor Quidditch team. You could think of it as payment for helping us start our jokeshop. Reply with the date of your first training session and we'll be there.

-Fred and George

Harry grabbed his quill and a piece of parchment and quickly scrawled:

Tryouts are Friday 5pm. See you there.

-Harry

He called for Hedwig and sent her off with the letter. Then he headed for the bathroom. Knocking on the door first, he opened it slightly, "Mione?"

"Mmmm?"

"Mind if I join you?"

"Mmmm… OK."

Harry walked into the bathroom to find Hermione submerged in bubbles. He striped off quickly and slid into the bath next to her.

"The letter was from Fred and George," he said, striking up conversation.

"What did they say?"

"They want to make a presentation to the team on Friday. Are you coming to watch?"

"Of course." Hermione moved to kiss Harry on the cheek and as she did, their thighs rubbed against each other.

"I love you Mione," Harry said, turning and kissing her softly on the lips.

"Love you too… more than anything – do you think this is what McGonagall meant by acting responsibly?"

"She didn't exactly say we couldn't do stuff – just as long as we're responsible about it," Harry reasoned with a grin, "However I think it's past our bedtime."

Harry got out of the bath and wrapped a towel around his waist. He turned to hand a towel to Hermione and found her staring at him with a smile. She blushed at being caught and took the towel. Once she had it wrapped around her body she stepped towards Harry.

"Did I ever tell you how gorgeous you are?" she asked, putting her small hands on his chest.

"Nope," Harry collected her in a hug and kissed the top of her head.