A/N: So, this is a new story of mine. Kinda similar to others, but I have something different planned if you'd like to stick around and fine out.

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowlings owns all.

It was simply unbelievable. Inconceivable. Mad! Crazy, even.

Hermione just could not believe her two best friends would not be joining her during her seventh year at Hogwarts.

Sure, her seventh year was supposed to be last year, but McGonagall had offered a make-up year due to the war. Of course, Hermione sprung at the opportunity. How was she to get a respectable job without a full seven years of magical education? She could go straight into Auror training like Harry and Ron, but Hermione would rather stay away from violence after seven years of the constant fight for survival.

She had an exceptional row with both the 'boys' about their decisions.

"How could you give up your education like that?" she had asked.

"Hermione, you know you're probably the only seventh year going back to school. Most people want to get away from school, but all you can do is go running back," Ron had shot back roughly.

"But Ron, you have to have your N.E.W.T's for any job application. Not everyone is just going to give you the easy way out because you're a damn war hero!" she yelled venomously.

"Aurors can. Harry and I are already set up for training. Hermione, just come with us! It can be just like old times. We can go through training together, fight together; you can help me and Harry with the paperwork stuff-"

"I don't want to!" she screeched, effectively cutting him off. "I don't want to be your little pet bookworm that does your work for you! I don't want to fight anymore. I don't want to be a damn Auror. I've had enough terror for one lifetime, thank you very much!"

"You know what, you're just scared! You're doing what you always do when life comes at you. You go running off hiding behind your books! It's bloody pathetic, Hermione, and I'm sick of it!" he yelled right back. However, when he saw the hurt flash in her eyes, remorse quickly flooded his face.

"Hermione, I'm s-"

"Don't you dare talk to me, Ronald Weasley. You go off and be a bloody hero and bask in all your fame and glory while you can. I'll just go 'hide behind my books' being the pathetic coward I am. Just stay the bloody hell away from me."

With that, she stalked out of the room in Grimmauld place. She hadn't spoken to him since.

Harry was a bit more understanding.

"It's what you really want, isn't it? To go back to school, I mean?" he asked, being kind enough to actually acknowledge her feelings.

"It is. Maybe it is cowardly, but I feel like it's something I need to do," she said as she sat across from him at the kitchen table.

"It's not cowardly if you're going after what you feel is right," he responded soothingly.

"Thanks," she said, sending him a grateful smile. "And I understand why you want to be an Auror. I do wish you would go to school first, but you were made for it. Just…look out for Ron, would you? You know how he is," she muttered.

"Will do," he answered with his own smile.

So, here she was, sitting in a train cart with Ginny and Luna. It seems Ron had been right about one thing. Hardly any from her year were returning to Hogwarts. As she twisted the Head Girl badge secured tightly to her robes, she wondered who Head Boy would be. Was there even a male student from her year? So far, she had only seen Katie Bell. If there wasn't a boy from her year, would it go to a sixth year student? Hermione paled at the idea of sharing the Heads Common Room with a total stranger.


She looked up, startled to see Ginny's face in her own.

"Sorry, did you say something?"

"Yeah, we're going to be arriving soon," Ginny said slowly, a look of concern on her face as she studied her best friend.

"Right," Hermione replied. "I better get to my duties then."

She jumped up and quickly left the cart, hurrying to get away from Ginny's prying gaze. Ginny meant well, but the people she really needed to talk to were hundreds of miles away in Auror training.

She began patrolling the train, stopping at each cart to make sure the students had changed into their robes and were ready to arrive at the castle. This was one of her jobs as Head Girl, as she had been told in her letter. In fact, the letter had been very thorough in describing her duties as well as where she would be staying. The only thing it didn't tell her, to her dismay, was the identity of her partner. She began to again wonder who the Head Boy could possibly be. However, she found out quickly enough.

She was just exiting a cart full of rather rowdy Hufflepuff boys when collided with a very hard and solid object. As two hands gripped her arms to keep her from falling to the floor, she realized the solid object was the chest of a rather tall, rather muscular male. She noticed the Head Boy badge pinned to his shirt just above her nose. So, here he was. He must have been patrolling like she was and had caught up with her.

"Mind watching where you're going there, Granger?"

She froze as she recognized the cool tone of that drawl. She glanced up into his silver eyes and could see his trademark white blond hair. Her face paled as he looked down at her with his signature smirk.

Bloody hell, this is going to be the most miserable year ever.