A/N: Hi! Welcome to Head to Head. My first Harry Potter fanfiction, it's mainly Dramione related, but there's a few other ships thrown in there. I really hope you enjoy x

"Head girl!" said Harry and Ron in unison as they noticed a red badge slide out of their best friend, Hermione Granger's Hogwarts letter. It was summer, and Hermione Granger was at the Burrow along with her two best friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. Together, the three were known as the Golden Trio, not that Hermione supported that name of course, it's just that they had all gotten used to it by now.

"Blimey! Nice one 'Mione," said Ron happily as he admired the shiny badge emblazoned with 'Head girl' in gold, "Not that I'm surprised, of course." He added hastily as he received a glare from his brunette friend.

"Does it say who the Head boy is?" Harry asked, peering over Hermione's shoulder to skim over contents of the letter. Hermione shook her head.

"What if it's Malfoy?" Ron guffawed, but then went pale, "What if it is Malfoy...?" He repeated slowly. Hermione snorted, but a lingering unease remained, what if it was Malfoy. Her spirit were already dampened since her two friends were not returning to Hogwarts, but to also deal with a bouncing blonde ferret? Unbelievable.

"He was a murderous death eater!" she cried, leaving her two best friends shocked by her outburst. She clamped her hand over her mouth, after the war ended, everyone had silently agreed to never mention the past. After all, the past is in the past. She clutched her inner-arm, where the faint scar of word Mudblood remained after her run-in with Bellatrix Lestrange at Malfoy Manor. Of course, Malfoy was there, but he did nothing but watch, a sneer plastered cross his pale face. After the downfall of Voldemort, the Malfoys were cleared of all charges, but even defeating the world's most powerful dark wizard side-by-side wouldn't make her forget what happened, especially since the scar would forever remain. A bit like Harry's, she thought, except his represents that power of his mother's love, while mine represents the power of Lestrange's hatred for Mudbloods like me. Harry and Ron glanced at her as if they knew exactly what she was thinking, over the summer, this wasn't the first time she had found herself lost in thought.

However, in all honesty, if someone had told Hermione a year ago that she would be Head girl, she would've thought that they'd been hexed with the Confundus charm. A year ago, Voldemort was at large, targeting Muggle-borns and blood traitors, and Death Eaters roamed the school with ease. There was no way she could go back and complete her seventh year at that time.

Although, after the defeat of Voldemort, Hermione decided to finish her final year of education at Hogwarts, but to her dismay, Harry and Ron decided they had better things to do than return.

"I want to start my Auror training," her bespectacled friend had announced, a smile playing on his lips, "And soon enough, once Ginny graduates, we'll move in with each other." When Harry had said this, Hermione couldn't have helped but to smile, he and Ginny were smitten.

While Ron, on the other hand, was still unsure about what he wanted to do. "...but I'm definitely not going back to that ruddy school." he had said, earning himself a soft punch from Hermione. How could he miss out on finishing his education the finest school of witchcraft and wizadry? She had thought.

Hogwarts had always been a like a second home to Hermione, mainly because of all her friends, however, going back without them made her feel a bit sad. After all, the only people she knew who would be in her year were Ginny, Neville, Luna and a few other Gryffindors. However, Hermione was sure Ginny had other friends in her grade, and Neville was always swarmed with his 'fan club' after he had slain Nagini, Voldemort's snake. She supposed it was time to branch out and make new friends, after all, she couldn't always just be one-third of the Golden Trio. She considered befriend Lavender Brown and Parvarti Patil. They seem like nice girls, she though, but then quickly changed her mind as she began to recall their undying love for the art of Divination and Professor Trelawny. Well she did get the Prophecy right, she thought hopefully.

Nevertheless, she was still excited to begin her final year at Hogwarts, especially as head girl. It had always been a dream for her to become Head girl, especially when she first saw Percy Weasley as Head boy, but she reminded herself that she certainly wouldn't be as pompous as him. Not that it's a bad thing, she added hastily.

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Summers with the Weasleys always went by quickly. It felt like a blur of good food, many friends and backyard quidditch (not that she liked it very much, she felt a lot safer on the ground). After a very enjoyable summer, Hermione found herself back home, sitting on her bed admiring her shiny, red Head girl badge. She finally understood why Percy Weasley was so obsessed with his badge, it really was an honour yet an important responsibility. She was wearing a her Muggle attires, dark-wash denim jeans, a beige t-shirt, and a light cardigan. Finally, it was the day of boarding on the Hogwarts express and her first day of her Head girl duties. Hermione stood in front of the full-length mirror, hairbrush in hand, trying to tame her bushy, brown locks. Note to self, she thought, look for various hair enchantments to tackle bushy hair.

"Hermione!" her mother called from downstairs, "It's time to go!" She put the hairbrush down with a sigh, her bushy hair could never be tamed and it didn't seem like that was going to change, but for now, she certainly didn't want to be late, especially since she was now Head girl.

"I'm coming, mum!" she said as she went down the stairs slowly, carrying her heavy trunk as her ginger cat, Crookshanks followed.

"It keeps getting fuller every year, doesn't it?" Mrs. Granger chuckled. Ever since she could read, Hermione always had her nose stuck in a book. Literally. Especially Hogwarts: A History, Mrs. Granger could have sworn her daughter had read that twenty-times, at least.

Together, the two Granger women hauled Hermione's book-filled trunk into the car and headed off to King's Cross Station.

"Do you have your ticket?" Mrs. Granger asked.

"Yes, mum."

"All your books?"

"Yes, mum."

"Your wand?"

"Of course!" Hermione said, exasperated, somehow, her mother was even more organised than her, which was a good thing, of course, but from time-to-time, her pestering did get quite annoying. "How could I forget my wand?" 10¾" of vine wood with dragon heartstring, her wand was one of her most treasured possesions.

"Just checking, darling," the brunette's mother replied, "It's just that it's your last year and I want everything to be perfect!" Hermione nodded, so did she.

"I'm sorry that your father couldn't be here," her mother said, "The dentistry is really taking off!" Hermione smiled, her parents, even as dentists, were never really very wealthy, so this was brilliant news.

The cab halted, they had arrived at King's Cross Station! As she hugged her mother good-bye and hauled her heavy trunk onto a trolley, she immediately scanned the crowd for her two best friends; a red-head and someone with unruly, black hair. However, she quickly realised that Harry and Ron would were not returning this year, and she sadly pushed her trolley into platform 9 ¾.

The contrast between the noisy, bustling muggle world and the sudden happiness the wizarding world brought her was astounding. At the Muggle train station, everyone would be hurriedly pushing their way through the crowd, rushing to get wherever they needed, but in the wizard world, she was met with all her schoolmates, and their families. Through the crowd she noticed a two red-heads bobbing along. A teenage girl with red, straight hair clasping the hand of a shorter lady with bush red-locks that could almost rival Hermione's. The Weasleys! Hurriedly pushing her trolley towards them, she almost ran over poor Ginny Weasley.

"Oh!" cried Mrs. Weasley, dodging out of the way of Hermione's enormous trunk and ginger cat, "Hello, dear." Hermione smiled, Mrs. Weasley had always been like a second mother to her.

"Ready for your last year at Hogwarts? It gets really busy," Mrs. Weasley warned, and Hermione swallowed nervously, "…but it was one of the best years of my life!" Hermione let out a sigh of relief, she always got nervous easily about work.

Mrs. Weasley looked down at her watch in surprise. "Oh!" she exclaimed, "You two better get going, the train leaves in two minutes!" Two minutes?! Hermione thought. It was her first day as Head girl and she had almost missed the train! She was definitely not off to a great start.

"Oh dear," Hermione said as she rushed to give Mrs. Weasley a quick one-handed hug, while her other hand held tightly onto Crookshank's carry-cage, "I have to go. Can't miss the train!"

"Have a good term dears!" Mrs. Weasley called as Hermione and Ginny raced off after each getting a kiss on their forehead from Mrs. Weasley. Watching the backs of two girls makes their way onto the train, Mrs. Weasley couldn't help but notice how fast they had grown up. It was only yesterday when her daughter, Ginny was the little, shy girl, and Hermione was the young curious buck-toothed witched. As Hermione climbed onto the train, a wave of nostalgia washed over her. This would be her second-last time boarding the Hogwarts Express. She stood sadly in the doorway for a moment, but then re-composed herself as the train shook in motion. Holding onto the rails, she re-read the letter she had received over the summer.

Dear Miss. Granger,

Congratulations on your appointment as Head girl! I hope you understand this role is a great responsibility, and you will be a role model to many. I wish you the best of luck on your last year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and yours N.E.W.T exams. You have been chosen for this role due to your resilience, high-achievement and responsibility.

Any misbehaviour will result in loss of your privilege as Head girl (Hermione gulped), however, I expect you to perform excellently.

Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Please note that when arriving and departing our school, you must only sit in the Head carriage that you will share with the Head boy.

Crookshanks in tow, Hermione made her way to the Head carriage. The Head boy could be Neville, she thought, He's always been good, but a bit shy, I guess. Different speculations of who the Head boy could be filled her head, but were suddenly interrupted when she walked straight into a slightly pudgy, tall brunette.

"Neville!" she cried as he stood right in front of the door to the Head carriage. Although she had seen him before the holidays, he looked quite different. She could've sworn he had grown taller, and he seemed to have let his hair grow out a bit. "You're head boy aren't you?!" She knew it! Of course he had to be Head boy, who else would've been better for the job than him?

"Wait, Hermione-" Neville began.

"Congratulations!" she said, interrupting him, "I knew you would be chosen, I knew it!"

"Two Gryffindors!" Hermione said proudly.

"Well, not really, 'Mione," Neville said slowly.

"What do you mean, Neville?" Hermione said, her smile slowly fading.

"The Head boy is-"

"IT'S HIM! NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM!" cried a stampeding crowd of girls heading straight for the poor boy. Hermione snorted, there comes his 'adoring' fan club, she thought snarkily. None of these girls had ever paid attention to Neville, not until he was brought to the spotlight by his bravery in battle.

Neville's face blanched as the gaggle of girls barrelled towards him, bloody hell, he thought frustrated, just when Hermione starts talking to me…! Neville had always had a little crush on Hermione, but of course, she was always oblivious to his feelings.

As the girls came closer, he soon released he was going to get crushed, and he certainly did want to graduate in once piece. "You'll find out!" Neville yelled behind him to Hermione as he ran away, leaving her shocked.

"Neville? Neville!" Hermione yelled as he made a beeline towards a different carriage. Well, Hermione thought, that certainly was odd. She pushed open the door and observed the tall Head boy, who was already wearing his Hogwarts robes. He had white-blonde hair and his face was angled away as he stared out the window at the scenery flying by, but she noticed a green tie, tied lazily around his neck, standing out amongst the black uniform. Hermione clenched her teeth, he was a Slytherin. She shook her head, after the war ended, she decided she had had enough of conflict and prejudice.

She cleared her throat, hoping he would turn around. Without her best friends beside her, she felt a lot smaller, shy almost. Come on Hermione! She said to herself, He's just a boy, it's not like he's going to bite you!

"Umm…Hi," Hermione began shyly, placing Crookshank's carry-cage onto the leather seat, "I'm Hermione Granger. Head girl." The boy turned around and striking grey eyes faced her brown ones.

"Hello, Granger," said Draco Malfoy, a smirk playing behind his lips.

A/N: So... Draco's the Head boy! Guess you didn't see that one coming? (Just joking, hehe.) Anyways, please review, favourite, follow etc. I don't really know lmaoo, anyways, if there's any errors just point them out. Lots of love B)

Word Count: 2245 - I think the chapters will average around 2000 words each, sometimes more, sometimes less. Depends.