Twisted Citrus
Chapter 1
A Very Harry Head Boy
~liquid-time


This fic takes place in an AU setting where Harry, Ron and Hermione end up going back to Hogwarts for their 7th year. Voldemort is still at large and the atmosphere is similar to book six where there are still people going missing, etc. and generally everyone believes Harry.


An elated Harry burst through the door to Ginny's room at the burrow. Hermione and Ginny who had been reading in peace, looked up from their magazines to find a very flushed Harry standing there panting, with a huge grin plastered on his face.

"I got Head Boy!" Harry exclaimed, obviously extremely excited. "I got, I got, I'm Head Boy! Hermione! I'll be with you, and everything!" he waved his hand across his face, "Harry and Hermione: Gryffindor Heads," he paused, "oh Hermione, this is wonderful, this year is going to be the best year ever!"

Ginny had to laugh at Harry's excitement. Creases appeared in his cheeks caused by the huge grin that he was wearing, distorting his smooth complexion. She was reminded strongly of a little boy on Christmas who received the present of his life.

"Congratulations," said Hermione. Her face smiled back and him. The corners of her mouth turned down for a flash of a second, "but I'm not Head Girl."

Harry's face fell, and then contorted into one of confusion, "but you have to be, I mean Hermione, you have the best grades out of anyone in our year, probably the whole school, and your record is perfect. Well, nearly perfect. Better than or just as good as anyone else's. Who else could they choose?"

"Well, I don't know who else they'll choose, but... you see Harry, I've been offered a position under, directly under, the Minister of Magic once I get out of school. Since I've already been offered the job, I don't need the Head Girl title to put on my credentials, but they did say they were going to be watching my schoolwork and I really need to work to the best of my potential. So I thought, or, err, I know how much time being a head takes out of your school day, and, I could just use that time to concentrate on my schoolwork."

"And Dumbledore knew this?" Harry asked, curiosity getting the better of him.

"Yes, well I suppose he did. I went to Professor McGonagall at the end of term last year after I received the job offer. I wanted her opinion on the matter and we discussed my options and… here we are. She agreed with my decision and whatnot."

"Oh," said Harry, his voice did little to hide his disappointment.

"Look, Harry, I'm sure whoever the Head Girl is will be really nice."

"Yeah, right. Really nice."

Hermione smiled encouragingly at him. Ginny sat there trying to decide whether this was an appropriate time to laugh. The silence that engulfed them was border-line awkward.

"So, um, why didn't you tell us about the Ministry deal?" Ginny asked. She supposed that moving off the subject of Head Boy and Girl would alleviate some of the tension. "It's a big deal."

"Oh well," Hermione's cheeks went a bit red, "it's not really a common practice, hiring people practically before they get out of school, and with such a good position. They didn't want everyone around Hogwarts knowing about it and they definitely didn't want The Daily Profit to get a hold of it, and besides, I'm not the type to brag, really," Harry snorted at this. "I was going to tell you lot though before we started next year, I just wanted to have a summer without, I don't know, expectations."

"Understandable," Ginny laughed. She looked at Harry and sighed, "it will be alright, you know."

Later that week Hermione and Ginny were in Ginny's room packing. The Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione were heading to Kings Cross the next day at 11:00. There was a taste of tension in the air. It had been there all week, and growing, ever since they realized they had no clue who the Head Girl was. Each tick of the clock brought them closer to finding out - Mrs. Weasley had already made Harry and Ron promise to write her with the news.

"I'm going to miss this place," Hermione told Ginny, as she paused her packing to run a hand through the pale yellow shag carpet of Ginny's room.

"You always say that Hermione."

Hermione smiled and went back to her packing, "I know; but it's true every time."

After folding her mittens in her scarf, Hermione spoke up again. "I was just thinking, you know," she said, this time in the middle of stacking books in her trunk, "I mean, who could the Head Girl be? Everyone's been thinking about it, but, no one has taken the time to analyze who the realistic possibilities are."

Ginny stopped folding her robe. "Well, it couldn't be anyone from Gryffindor. You were the obvious choice, but since it's not you, everyone would just assume Dumbledore favors Gryffindor if he chooses someone from there. It won't be anyone from Ravenclaw."

"Why not?"

"Because Hermione," she said as if it was obvious, "the only people in that House that could even dream of getting a Head position in the first pace, in your year, are guys, and we are looking for gals," there were a few moments of silence as Ginny waited for a response from Hermione. When it was obvious that she wasn't giving one, Ginny went on, "so, Hufflepuff has those twins, and that girl with the blue hair, and in Slytherin-"

Hermione snorted. "Please, the only person that has a chance at that position is Pansy, and no one in their right mind would put her in that position."

"No," Ginny agreed, "Pansy is a bit… odd, but you know, that Bulstrode girl is pretty smart."

"Millicent Bulstrode? Please, I dueled her in my second year. She is not smart. She forgot to use her wand. Put me in a headlock."

"Yes, but, Hermione, she did win the duel. Besides, she's not the only one who forgot her wand," Hermione's cheeks turned a light tint of pink, "come off it Hermione, if you had remembered your wand there's no way she would have been able to lay a hand on you."

Hermione smiled, but gave no response other than "hmm". The rest of the time packing was spent in a comfortable silence, everyone eager to finish, and eat the supper that Mrs. Weasley had been cooking. Hermione neatly folded and extra pair of robes into her trunk, and made sure some good books were on top so that they were easily accessible on the train. Meanwhile her thoughts played with Bulstrode as Head Girl. Unable to push the image from her mind, she mulled it over, and over. By the end of the day she had herself worked up to the point of worry. What had she gotten Harry into by refusing the Head Girl title?

Hermione finished her packing, shutting her trunk. She was on her way down to the kitchen, when she reasoned with herself, Bulstrode, Head Girl? No way. Head girl will probably be someone from Hufflepuff.


AUTHOR'S NOTE: Here it is! The revision of the first chapter. I promise to have the revision of the next four up soon enough, thanks to anyone who might stick with this story again. ;)


The End
(of the chapter)