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What Hermione Wants	By : HermioneCosplayer Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 7038 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer:

This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Summary:

When one becomes Head Boy or Head Girl at Hogwarts, there are secret irrevocable 'gifts' bestowed upon each, given by the founders themselves. Just what kind of gift would Salazar Slytherin leave to the Head Boy and Head Girl of the school for generations to come?

Authors Notes:

Original idea based on a plotbunny by Amanuensis on the Roughside HP mailing list, but expanded upon. I felt the idea was far too good for a short story, so I’m really exploring the path our Head Girl takes from innocence to someone willing to take “what she wants”.

Chapter 1 (The Selection)

August came, and very early one morning, 17-year-old Hermione Granger received the owl she had been waiting for: her booklist for year 7 atwartwarts! This was NEWT year, and any head start on the 7th year material would be welcome. The past 6 years were just practice; the NEWTs were the real thing, and it was time to get to work! Again, the envelope was thicker than the lists from her first 4 years. She had been a prefect for years 5 and 6, so she was expecting it to contain her new badge for the current year. She picked up her sterling letter opener that was an exact replica of the Sword of Gryffindor, a prize awarded to her a year ago after receiving perfect scores on every OWL she attempted, and slowly and neatly opened the envelope.

In the rest of the United Kingdom and destinations further, similar owls with booklists arrived at the homes of young witches and wizards. A few select 5th years cheered as they looked at their shiny new prefect badges that they had dreamed about, some first years looked in wonder at the titles of the books needed, and a few muggle parents swallowed hard, wondering how the pound sterling to galleon exchange rate was doing these days, but in a very exclusive wizard neighborhood, a similar letter arrived at the Malfoy household. Draco Malfoy held his breath for a moment and looked at the letter hungrily. He knew his mother wanted to watch this moment, but the envelope was too tantalizing. Draco had been a prefect for the past two years. He had honestly been shocked that he remained a prefect after the turmoil of year 5, but ledoledore surprised him and let him continue to have the responsibility for year 6. The past year he had exhibited a great deal of self-control and pretense of responsibility. He knew the staff had been impressed at how he had handled himself now that his father was in Azkaban, and he knew the letter held the answer to what he had been yearning for since he first heard about Hogwarts.

Hermione looked at her list for year 7, and it was all she could do to contain herself not to run non-stop to Flourish and Blotts to purchase each of the books and supplemental materials immediately. What she thought was next year’s prefect badge lay upside-down and unnoticed on her desk. Since she was already dressed, she ran around her room looking for her shoes and after finding a pair that matched, sat back down at her desk to put them on. When she finished buckling her summer sandals, she reached for her booklist, but decided to take a moment to look at this year’s prefect badge. “Hmmm, it’s larger than last year’s,” she thought as she picked it up and turned it over. To her surprise, it didn’t say prefect. It said, “Head Girl.”

Draco couldn’t stand it. He tore open his envelope not caring what happened to any of its parchment contents. His booklist was torn in half, but a grin of pure joy and happiness appeared on his face and his grey eyes lit up! The envelope held a badge that said, “Head Boy.”

Hermione honestly was thrilled, but had mixed emotions. What an honor! Yet, what responsibility. She also was surprised that she hadn’t really thought much about being Head Girl; being a prefect already took so much away from precious study time and she was not willing to play the time-turner game again this year. When she boarded the train back to King’s Cross at the end of 6th year, half the students had made some comment or another that included something like, “I bet you’re Head Girl next year!” She had answered with a humble, “Thank you, but there are lots of girls that are also qualified, it’s not a sure thing,” and honestly hadn’t given it another thought all summer. She checked the envelope again for more information and found what looked like a muggle coupon that said it was to be exchanged for the Hogwarts Head Girl Handbook when she picked up her books. If she had any plans of eating breakfast before leaving to purchase her school supplies, they evaporated immediately. She grabbed her mostly empty backpack, ran down the stairs of her muggle house, yelled to her mother that she was going to the bookstore, and slammed the screen door shut as she left her home like an excited 8-year-old child that had heard the bells of an ice cream truck. Her parents smiled at each other, happy that their daughter still had such a love of learning. They also approved of Hogwarts even though they had never actually seen it. As parents and dentists with plenty of pediatric patients, they saw plenty of children younger than their daughter that literally scared the hell out of them. They saw girls and boys as young as 12 with dyed black hair, white faces, and blood red lips that wore silly black clothes and pentagrams; then they thought of their upstanding daughter who truly was a real life witch but still wore Mary Janes to school and blushed when they teased her about Ron, a wizard boy she had a crush on. She had been so adorable when she confessed to her mother about her first kiss last year. If they weren’t parents themselves and could look at the situation objectively, they would have found great humor at the irony in the situation, but they had repaired far too many teeth damaged from tongue piercings to find it funny.
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