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Chapter 1; Aboard the Hogwarts Express

Hermione looked at her two best friends and scowled. Couldn't they think of anything better to do than play Wizard's Chess? And if it wasn't that, they were talking about Quidditch. She stared out of the open window, at the murky, stormy grey clouds. God the weather stank.

All three Gryffindor's were in their 7th year. Harry and Ron were both a lot taller and toned due to Quidditch and Hermione's bushy hair had suddenly become straight and golden in colour. She had also grown and now stood at 5'8", filling out in all the right places but not that her best friends had noticed, no, they were too interested in sports and childish boy things to even congratulate her on becoming the new Head Girl.

She hadn't yet found out who the new Head Boy was, frankly she was surprised that it wasn't Harry, both his parents had been Heads in their time.

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It was 4 hours later and Hermione was still staring out of the window when their compartment door slid open, she didn't even turn to look, it was probably Malfoy and his 'friends', like it always was on the train rides too and from Hogwarts.

She heard shuffling of feet but oddly, no shouting 'Malfoy, get out!' by Ron, like there normally was so she turned to look and saw Ginny.

"Oh hi Gin"

"Hermione? Oh my god you've changed! I was just coming down to say congratulations on becoming Head Girl." She went and sat next to Harry who put his arm around her after declaring himself winner of his and Ron's chess game, much to Ron's disappointment. Harry and Ginny had been dating since 5th year "Want to know who the Head Boy is?"

"I've changed, look at you! You've grown so much, if you're not careful, you'll outgrow Harry." She hugged the red-head, ignoring the scowl Harry gave her at her words "And no I don't want to know, I'd rather have a surprise."

"Fine then, don't blame me if you faint during the feast."

Hermione just laughed. She nudged Ron and asked "Where's you girlfriend?"

Ron just sighed and stated "Don't ask me the whereabouts of Lavender Brown, probably off gossiping."

Ginny looked highly irritated, "Ronald Weasley! You are meant to show how much you care for you girlfriend, not insult her, and if you must know, she's looking for you."

Ron turned to his sister, clearly annoyed "I am not insulting Lavender, I do care for her. I was just stating a fact. Infact, I think I'll go and look for her now"

"No need," came a voice from the doorway "I'm here, and I was not gossiping Ron. Hey, do you guys know who the Head Boy is yet? You'll never guess!" Lavender went to join Ron in his seat who gave Ginny an I-told-you-so look.

"No!" shrieked Hermione, "Don't tell me." 'This place is getting way too crowded' Hermione thought. She felt left out. Her best friends, since 1st year all had girlfriends and she didn't have a boyfriend, she didn't even go and visit Viktor Krum in Bulgaria over the 4th year because she was too busy with schoolwork and concealing, from her parents, the fact that the most evil and murderous wizard of a century was back on the prowl and she was in the thick of it just because she happened to be best friends with the one person Voldemort wanted dead. If her parents had found out, you could bet that they would have had her out of there.

All 5 of them had changed into their Hogwarts robes and the train was slowing down. Hermione really wanted to know who the Head Boy was and she said just that to her friends but when Ginny opened her mouth to tell her, Harry clamped his hand over her mouth and said "Ginny, you should know Hermione well enough by now to know that what she says first, she means and she said that she didn't want to know remember? She wants to find out in time."

Ron laughed as they got into the horseless drawn carriages and said "As long as it isn't someone like Malfoy."

Ginny and Lavender exchanged identical looks.

A/N: I know that this chapter is a little short but it's only the first chapter, the rest will be longer.