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Hermione felt physically sick.

She had just witnessed(unwillingly) the result of a group of 4th years dare - for each other to down a 1L bottle of pumpkin juice each, without stopping. 2 had puked, one had a coughing fit and had to sit down and sip a glass of fresh water, another 3 had squirted it all over the carriage walls, One had staggered out and hadn't come back , and the other two had easily finished and couldn't stop laughing at the others. Hermione had marched in and cleared it all up in a wave of a wand. She had given them all three detentions, One for daring to do that in the first place, another for making such a mess and the last because she thought they looked like complete imbeciles who really did deserved another detention with Filch.




She shuddered as she left the, now clean and tidy, carriage. Were Harry, her and Ron like that in 4th year? Well, she knew the answer to that. She had always been arrogant and know-it-all. Same with Ron but he wasn't a know-it-ALL just a I-bet-I-know-a-lot-more-than-you.She shook her head at the thought of Harry being a know-it-all. He was a kind, loving and gentle person, who often played down his cleverness so as not to be the center of attention. Grinning, she thought how that had got him no-where in the past 7 years, as hundreds of girls bowed down to him every time he passed them in the corridors. That, he hated. One girl, a giggly raven claw, had handed him a sweet ring and got down on one knee in the great hall just before they broke up for the summer. His face was perfect. She had it framed on her wall at home(she had put that memory in in a pensieve and had then taken a photo, but only after using a very complicated spell which took a good few hours(that could have been used to study) to perfect. But it was well worth it, just to see it every morning when she woke up.) - even though she knew her parents went in while she was out, just to marvel at the way the picture moved.




Hands snaked round her as she snapped out of her daydream. Shocked, she was about to refuse the hug, but then realized who it was. She smiled and hugged him back.

“Heya Harry,”

They broke apart. She looked up. His eyes were still haunted by death and disaster but they still had the twinkle of happy love that appeared whenever he saw her. They smiled at her, the intense green seeing right to the depths of her soul, because Harry always saw a part of her that no-one else did. A secret part that she only opened up for him. It had all her fears and hopes in there, all the things she wanted people to know, but was to afraid to tell.

“N'aww c'mon, Harry, it's soooo my turn!”

Hermione couldn't help but laugh as Ron's indignant face appeared above Harry's left shoulder. A crushing brotherly hug came her way, but thankfully didn't last long. It wasn't that she didn't want a hug, it's just they, unfortunately, could be life threatening. She took subtle deep breaths to save her squashed lungs, whilst also trying to read their expressions. Ron's was pure excitement whereas Harry's was nervous. But, strangely, Ron seemed to have an extra layer of emotion on his face. He looked dark and secretive. Hermione cocked her head as if to ask him if he was alright.He shook his.




Suddenly, Harry beamed.

“Guess what 'Mione!?”

Er...what?” Hermione asked wearily. If they were planning another late-night escapade, she was NOT going to get involved again.

“I'm head of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team!!” This was a pleasant surprise. Hermione had a horrible feeling she was going to have to give them a detention if they were to have told her about their late-night adventures

Harry looked like he'd just been told his parents were coming back forever. His eyes shone, making everything around them look really dim and dark. All the happy memories that had ever come from playing quidditch were reeling past in his eyes.

“Wow. Congrats Harry!”

She gave him a quick hug before announcing that she had to do her Head Girl's duties and see the younger ones up to Hogwarts.

“Alright 'Mione...don't give any detentions now!”

Hermione must have looked incredibly sheepish.

“Wait...” Ron paused,“How many?”

“Well...technically 'wenty sevin” She mumbled

“What?” Harry asked, apologetically “I'm sorry, I didn't get that.”

Ron however, was pretty outright.

“TWENTY SEVEN?! Bloody hell Hermione...you really are taking this role seriously aren't you?”

She went red.

“Actually...There were...”She paused and mentally counted in her head,“...nine of them and they each got 3 detentions each.”Hermione stuttered. By this point both boys were in hysterics. “THEY DESERVED IT, DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT, HARRY JAMES POTTER AND RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY.” Hermione stormed off as they tried to splutter their apologies. Unfortunately, as soon as she walked out of the carriage, the cocky fourth years she was just discussing, were standing, listening. She glared at them, and all but one flinched. The one stood at the front had chocolate brown hair, deep chocolate eyes and pale but perfect skin. He was the only one that didn't flinch. He smirked evilly.

“So...Granger... I sup-”

“It's Head Girl to you.” Hermione replied shortly.“You were listening in to our conversation... why?”
“None of your business, Granger. I thought you, of all mudbloods, should know that...”

Hermione spent a few seconds trying to think of something that would earn this boy another detention but she didn't want it to sound ridiculous. He stared her down, testing her patience. That was until, seconds later, Professor Mcgonagall swept along the corridor and glanced at the stare-down warily.

“Erm...Miss Granger... I do hope this boy isn't causing any trouble?”

“Well,” Hermione turned to look at the current Headmistress, “Seeing as he has 4 detentions already, I would guess so.” She then turned and continued to glare at the boy.

“I see...” Professor Mcgonagall looked over her spectacles at the, now scowling, boy. “Mr. Hains, I think we should have a little chat. Meet me in my office, after dinner.” She then marched away, obviously not expecting a reply.

“Excuse me Granger, but I think you'll find I only have 3 detentions, maybe you can't count properly...” The sniggering 4th year retorted, as soon as Mcgonagall was out of earshot.

Hermione raised her eyebrows.

“There. The extra detention was for that, 'Hains'– arguing with the Head Girl.” She hurried off, as she could see a crowd beginning to appear further down the corridor. A voice called after her:

“This isn't over yet, mudblood.”

As she reached got closer to the commotion, everyone separated and drifted off up and down the train, looking extremely annoyed, or, as Ron would say, 'mighty pissed off '. When she finally battled her way to the spot where it had all started. She almost fainted.

Draco was one knee, comforting a terrified first year. As she got closer, she heard more of what Draco was saying to the panic-stricken girl.

“It's just a hex, it'll wear off in a few hours...okay? Would you like some chamomile?”

The girl shook her head. Hermione realised she was under a hex that made her ears grow bigger every time she spoke. She knew it well, it had been used on Crabbe and Goyle many times in the past few years.

“Okay, well now, go back to a carriage with your friends, we'll be there soon.”

She sniffed, smiled at Draco and then hopped off back down the train. Draco smiled after her and got up, only to see Hermione staring at him curiously. His mouth turned into a sneer as soon as he spotted her.

“What's wrong, mudblood? A hex got your tongue?”

Hermione's eyes closed quickly, as if to block out all that Malfoy had just said.

There was a crash as the train reached Hogwarts station, and a terrified scream was heard.

Hermione sighed.

"Time for the 'knight in shining armour' to go and save the day again."

Draco rolled his eyes, but didn't refuse the nickname.

"Lets go and find the 'Damsel in Distress' then...My noble steed...".

They then both hurried off down the corridor in search for the commotion.


Well...what do you think? I thought that it dragged out for a little too long so I hurried it up and said they were at the station.. Please read and review!! Thank ya ~:) xx