Don't even ask me why I'm deciding to start a new story. I haven't wrote in forever and when I started to write the other day I just got really upset cause I've genuinely lost any talent I had before. I can't write for shit. But I'm going to keep trying for a bit but If I don't get my mojo back I'm afraid I may just give up on writing.

Anyways.

This story is something I've been thinking about for a while. So I thought I'd just write it. It's dramione as always.

The writing is terrible and I'm sorry for all the mistakes it's pretty late and I'm tired.

Anyways let me know what you think.

Please review please. I want to know how terrible it is.

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"Hermione, you can't even begin to imagine how proud your father and I are."

I watch as my mothers slender fingers shake slightly as she balances her cup of tea on her knee.

"You've always made us proud. Never once putting us through the hardship that other parents have to face. You give us so much Hermione and I'm so sorry that we can't give you everything you want."

I smooth my hand over hers to try ease her anxiety. She smiles kindly in response.

"Hermione, I'm sorry you had to apply for the schools assistant programme. It's just your father has had a hard time at work. The economy here is now in a recession and people are seem inly just skipping the dentist."

"Mom, don't. I really don't mind applying. I was lucky to be accepted even. Only three in each year are accepted into the assistant programme. I'm just glad I'll get to see Harry, Ron and Ginny for another year."

"Promise me you'll tell a teacher if anything inappropriate happens. Promise me Hermione."

"Mom, nothing inappropriate is going to happen. Please don't be worrying when I'm gone." I try to persuade her to see reason. Her eyebrows knit together. Carmel hair curling behind each ear perfectly.

"I've heard stories of girls being taken advantage of in that programme." She whispers.

"Yes but that hasn't been for years. Dumbledore put a stop to that many years ago. I will be fine please rest assured."

"Okay, Hermione I'm sorry for making you worry I really am. I trust you and I love you. So does your father and we couldn't be more happy you made head girl."

I watch as she puts the cup back on the coffee counter. She nervously wrings her hands together, small and slender. Delicate.

Lost.

"Hermione be serious there must be some other way? You know what happened to me a few years ago in that programme. Please reconsider." Ginny pleads as we weave through the crowds of people moving towards Charms.

It's cold. September in England brings an indescribable cold with it. One that has a habit of finding your deepest areas and sucking the heat from it. Leaving you feeling cold all over.

"Ginny please, I already know what you're going to say. So just don't okay. Please. It's not exactly by choice." I say, shuffling through the sinuous stream of blurs.

"I can't afford to pay the tuition fees this year Ginny. Do you want me to have to drop out of Hogwarts? Cause that's what would have happened if I didn't get a place! I worked all summer but I had to give half of that money to dad. The banks are threatening to take over the dentistry. " I sound.

Ginny averts her eyes to a boy leaning against the wall outside the divination classroom. I see her bite her lip.

"Look Ginny I'm sorry. I'm just a little nervous is all." I sigh, linking my arm in hers.

"It's okay 'Mione. When will you know who your sponsor is?"

"The sheet outside the dark arts classroom said Dumbledore was holding a meeting in his office at 11am. So I guess I'll know then."

When we slide into charms Ginny sits at the back beside me. The classroom has three rows of desks, all facing the teacher's table, behind which sits a large upholstered chair with a high back. Two blackboards flank the teacher's table, and behind them is a small shelf with charms books and some potion textbooks. I've heard if you pull a certain book from the bookshelf Professors Flitwicks 'adult' books will appear. But that's just second year rumours.

I had taken to sitting in the back in charms lately due to Professor Flitwick stutter. Sitting in the front room usually means sitting in the splash zone.

I try to pay attention in charms. I try my utmost hardest to pay attention. But beyond Professors flitwicks pedestal rays of diffuse sunlight cascaded in the frosted windows and I think of the creases between my fathers eyebrows as he slums over bills at the kitchen table. My mothers slim fingers braiding my hair. I think of home and whether it'll still be there come Christmas break.

At 11am Ginnys hand finds my elbow in the crowds of faceless people moving down the charms corridor.

"I hear Thedore Nott didn't sign up this year. So at least you won't have him. I heard he made Katies year beyond a nightmare. Even tried coming onto her several times!" Ginny whispers in hushed tones.

I watch her straight perfect hair sway to the small of her back as she disappears around the corner. I make my way to the top of the headmasters tower. The back of my new shoes rubbing against my heel to the point of agitation. I wait at the gargoyle until I faintly hear the chime of the clock in the great hall. At exactly 11am the gargoyle tells me to enter the stairs and slowly makes its rise to the headmasters office. A circular room with many windows and many portraits of old headmasters and headmistresses. Lines of shelves of books perhaps never been read by anyone but past hogwarts headmasters.

When I round the corner I see Dumbledore sitting behind his desk. Past headmistresses and headmasters portraits hang behind him, looming over me. Dumbledores half-moon glasses slide down his nose.

"Ah miss Granger. I see you're as punctual as ever." he says, closing an old book with a quick bang. Dust escaping from the pages. He rises from the chair to stand in front of the table.

"I see this is your first year to apply to the student assistant programme, Miss Granger. Is there any reason why you're applying on your second last year of school? Usually those we see applying start applying from their first year and don't get a place until either their second or even third year." he says, as Fawkes nips his finger.

"Well my father ran into a bit of trouble at the dentistry over the summer and I'd rather not put him in anymore stress worrying about school tuition fees and textbook costs alongside trying to keep the dentistry open."

"Thats very thoughtful of you Miss Granger. Not many people your age think of anyone else but themselves." Dumbledore smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Now, Miss Granger. Shall we get down to it? You understand your responsibility once a sponsor has been chosen for you. You agree to look after your sponsor. Make sure they're keeping up with their studies. Make sure they're attending all their classes. Keep them out of trouble and attend to their needs. Within reason of course. I've had all sponsor signs multiple contracts stating what they can and can not ask of you. I won't have a repeat of what happened a few years ago with Miss Ginny Weasley. And in return, they pay for your school tuition fees, school text books and all other school related expenses." Dumbledore states, writing up a contract for me to sign at his desk.

A small silver object on his desk swings back and forth chiming against two other silver objects on either side. The small noise it makes is distracting.

"I fully understand Professor Dumbledore. I read the leaflet you sent out over summer vacation several times back and front."

"Well," Dumbledore blushes. "I'm not entirely surprised Miss Granger," he smirks.

"Whenever you're ready Miss Granger. The sorting hat is perched a top a shelf beside fawkes." Dumbledore beckons to the right.

A faded wrinkled hat sits exactly atop where Dumbledore points. It's material only a fraction of its original pristine condition. The hat grumbles when I pick it up.

"Ahh Miss Granger. Quite the while it'd been since you've had the privilege of having me a top of your head." The hat snorts as I lower it somewhat reluctantly onto my head.

"Firsts things first Miss Granger. My first comment would be that it's time to either get a hair cut, or put to use a simple straightening spell." The hat comments. Dumbledore coughs slightly, stifling a chuckle.

"I see it's your first year applying. Hmm Family issues ahh I see. A usual reason people apply. Shy as you were six years ago. Not going to help you in life Miss Granger. Smart hmm. But Book smart. A girl who knows little about the world won't go very far after School. Book smarts can only get you so far. A crowd follower. Doesn't care too much about her appearance. Introverted hmm. I see. Spends most of her time in the library. Hmm. Wait, whats this? Ahh I see. Interesting. Very interesting indeed. Perhaps. Perhaps it could work. Perhaps. I'm surprised even." The hat rambles on in mumbles that I can't quite make out. Panic begins to flood through me.

"Ahh Miss Granger. This might be the best decision you ever made. I suspect the next time you have the good grace of having me a top your head you'll be a different woman." The hat says.

"Dumbledore I believe I have my decision. It was nice to see you again miss Granger. Please take my advice about the hair though. Uncomfortable to sit upon." The sorting hat complains as I put him back on his shelf, facing the window.

"Are you sure?" Dumbledore questions, not averting his eyes from his work. The hat doesn't reply and Dumbledore sighs.

"Well Miss Granger I want to congratulate you on making Head Girl. It isn't very often we have a student from the lower class get nominate to be head Girl. I was quite happy when I heard actually. Usually the nominations are somewhat 'rigged' but the more 'financially stable' families. I think it's something to do with the key to the heads bathroom that seems to lure everyone in." Dumbledore laughs, sliding the contract over to me.

"What about my sponsor? Who is it?" I ask nervously, the pen sliding between my clumsy hands.

"Your sponsor also made Head Boy this year. I suspect he's up in the head dormitory as we speak." Dumbledore smirks, lowering his half-moon glasses at me to gauge my reaction. I mentally calm myself, grip the pen and sign my name.

"I just want to say congratulations again Miss Granger. I know you're going through a hard time right now. But I'm proud of you." Dumbledore says, standing to escort me from his quarters. I jump the last step to stand before the gargoyle again. Dumbledore stays on the button step, smiling down at me.

"Miss Granger. Don't be so quick to run away from that which you don't understand." He says before the stairs starts to twirl and ascend. In a blink of an eye he's gone.

Gargoyle corridor is completely empty. The cold stone beneath my shoes cause a chill to sore up my back and a fear quickly leaks into my veins. Why didn't he tell me who he was. Sponsors were usually of pureblood status due to sponsors needing to be rick to apply. And pureblood families were usually very rich. Stupidly rich.

When my feet hit the floor I automatically start running. I move through the kitchen in a blur, past the middle ward and over the stone wall between ystumgwern hall and yoshika hall. I climb the steps of Mortimer Tower as fast as I can. The muscle in the back of my legs ready to cramp up at any second. Owls perch on the western bay window, facing over the calm lapping waters of the lake.

I push and push up the flights of stairs until I feel like I might hurl. Sweat drips down my back.

Somethings not right.

I dart along the corridor jumping over a rise in a loose tile. When I round the corner I sprint past the head bathrooms, flying around the final corner I bolt towards the dormitory. The Arnolfini Portrait sits slightly open. The door behind it, ajar.

The first thing I see in the dormitory is the curve of the plush chair. Followed by the rosewood bookcase standing just to the right of the small rusted window. A breeze roars in the window with word of a storm coming, it's air tingled with the coldness that winter brings.

A creak. One single sweat drop rolls down the small of my back.

A footstep.

The door directly beside the rosewood bookcase creaks open. He steps out. Unaware of my presence at first. He turns to shut the door behind him and I stare at the slightly curled hair at the nap of his neck. Blonde against his pale neck. Sickly pale I notice. For a brief moment he's unaware of me standing argus-eyed in the aperture. I think of running. Running all the way back to the train station. Back home to my father and mother. But the brief look in his eyes stop me.

Momentarily I falter. I think back to that day on the train. To the lightness of his voice. He was smaller then, his voice higher. He's changed. He's tall now. Lanky. Skinny. The 7th years consider him the only 6th year they'd date. His hair is uncharacteristically disorderly. Unruly.

He was absent most of last year. I haven't seen him in many months. Almost half a year. When he turns to face me a fear unlike any other rushes through me, soaring up my spine.

He notices me almost instantly, standing timidly in the doorway. He scans me once over from head to toe. Lingering on my face.

I attempt to open my mouth but instantly shut it when he glowers.

He smirks.

He saunters over to me, grabbing my hand and roughly shoving a ring along my index finger. A small dragon moves, breathing fire on the silver ring. My finger grows hot as he moves his hand up to my wrist, clenching tightly. He leans down to my ear.

"Big mistake Mudblood." He snorts. before pushing past me leaving me alone in the dormitory.

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