Hey Guys, sorry, when I wrote prefects in the first chapter I meant Heads. Lol XD
I am all packed for Hogwarts. The train leaves at three, and I have about an hour. I thought I’d write some now, because I might not have a chance to later today. I have my emerald green sundress, diamond earrings, and my (boring) robes. It looks as though I’m ready to go. Harry and Ron aren’t coming back this year. Harry is training to be an Auror, and Ron has been helping George with the shop since Fred died. I am all dressed up in a azure blue tank dress and jeans, with sapphire earrings to match, along with the ruby and gold Gryffindor ring I always wear.
I’d better go. Ta-ta for now.
XOXO, Hermione Jean Granger
As I run down Platform 9 ¾ I pray to Merlin that I’ll make it to the train on time. YES!! Not a moment too soon. I levitate my things to the Head’s compartment. “Hello, Draco,” I chirp as I plop down into the seat next to him. “Eh,” he grunts, and then proceeds to ignore me. That boy, oh, that boy. First he insults me, then he kisses me, and then, of all things, he ignores me. HOW DARE HE!! Well, two can play that game.
I try my hardest to ignore her when she sweeps in, not a minute too soon. I continue reading in hopes that she will ignore me too. I mean, I kissed her!! Me, kiss Granger? Unbelievable! I have liked her for so long, but she’s with that WEASEL. Hell, after this year, she’ll probably marry the dunce. At least my intelligence almost matches hers!!! She could do so much better than that ginger. (No offense to gingers, I needed a word) She just looks SO GORGEOUS, with her auburn hair flowing, her sapphire ears twinkling, and SOMETHING being very prominent in that T-Shirt. Aw, hell. I’m head over heels. Well, I’m screwed.
We pull up to Hogwarts not a moment too soon. The silence in the Head’s compartment was unbearable. Draco and I find our room, and he insists on the password being “Venus”. Our picture is of a sunrise in the background, and the Founders of Hogwarts sitting together at a picnic table. Godric praises me, saying, “I knew it would be you, dear.” Salazar just stares at Draco, ice in his eyes. “You are no Slytherin. You are a traitor.” I suppose he meant because Draco never really FOUGHT against muggles and muggleborns then in his eyes, Draco was a traitor.
I walk in through the portrait hole, and I marvel at what I see. Golden walls with rich burgundy carpeting, There are two bookshelves, a TV, and Black couch staring me in the face. Then Draco comes in, and the walls turn white, and the carpet turns black. I suppose it customizes itself to whichever Head occupies it. In to doorway to the left, I find a kitchen. The doorway to the right leads to two bedrooms, one in burgundy, and one in green. Between them I discover a bathroom with a Jacuzzi. I could get used to this. I lock both doors, and settle in for a bath. Afterward, I get dressed into my silk pajamas , go downstairs to read, and find…