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Author's Note: Hello my wonderful readers!!!!! Well, this is my latest story! I hope you like it! It might seem a bit OOC but it's just for this chapter lol. I hope you like it!!!!!!!

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“I can’t believe I wasn’t picked for Head Boy! I’m much more mature than Justin Finch-Fletchley,” said Ron Weasley as he took a seat in the trio’s usual compartment. He blew his red bangs out f his blue eyes and looked over at his two bet friends. He let out a defeated sigh and leaned back in his seat. “I really wanted my own dormitory,” he muttered, looking like a jealous ten-year old.

Hermione Granger fought the urge to roll her eyes as she put a reassuring arm around his shoulder. “It’ll be okay, Ron. I mean, think about it. If you were Head Boy, you wouldn’t be able to do all those…things you do with Harry,” she said, frowning a little. “Besides, the Head Boy duties are a real drag. You wouldn’t like them.” She smiled and turned to look at her green-eyed friend, who at the moment was ‘fixing’ his messy jet-black hair with the reflection of the window. “Right, Harry?” she said with forced calm.

Harry Potter put his hands down and nodded. “Yeah, mate. You’re better off where you are. It wouldn’t be fun if you weren’t there helping me ‘solve’ Voldemort’s stupid secrets,” he said, grinning. He leaned back in his seat and sighed. “I can’t believe this is our last year at Hogwarts. It’s a scary feeling, you know. I mean, what if Voldemort decides to not attack this year? He’s been trying to ‘attack’ for six years already. What if he decides to surprise us all by not attacking?” He looked at his two best friends as though waiting for an answer to his question. “It’s just a thought,” he muttered, looking down at his hands.

Ron looked out of the window. “Then we’ll have to milk in every moment,” he said, looking at Harry. “Lets, for once, forget about everything and have fun this year. No one knows the exact day—or the exact moment that attack is going to happen, but when it does, we’ll be full of energy because we’d know that we lived our lives to the fullest. We didn’t spend it by being trapped in a small jar thinking about one thing,” he said, nodding his head slightly. “And we’ll win…because we are not small-minded people who have no lives and follow one stupid, pathetic excuse of a man, just to gain respect. We’ll win.”

Harry and Hermione stared at Ron with shock. They had never heard him talk like that. “That was really…wonderful, Ron,” breathed Hermione, her eyes glistening with tears.

Harry nodded in agreement. “Yeah, man. Where did you come up with that? Or better yet, where do you keep that stuff stored in your head?” he asked jokingly.

“I have my moments,” replied Ron, smiling sheepishly. “But seriously, we need to have fun this year. It’s our last one. Let’s have fun with it,” he said, putting his hand in the center. “You guys in?”

Harry and Hermione grinned before slamming their hands on top of Ron’s. “We’re in,” they said in unison.

At that moment, the compartment door slid open. None other than Draco Malfoy had just ruined their ‘moment’. There he stood, his blonde hair covering his icy blue eyes and his arms crossed over his chest trying to look superior. Behind him stood Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini, both wearing looks of disgust on their faces.

“Well well well. What do we have here? You three ladies formed a club of some sort?” drawled Draco, a smirk on his face. “Aren’t you a little bit old for that?” He took a seat next to Harry. “You two should be ashamed of yourselves. You have people believing you’re someone else when in real life you’re nothing but a bunch of p—”

“Malfoy, get out,” interrupted Hermione angrily. “We were having a pleasant chat until you came in,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. “Leave.”

Draco snorted and stood up. “Sorry if I interrupted your ‘girl talk’. You can go back into talking about boys,” he said, smirking at Pansy and Blaise, who sniggered. “Have a nice chat, ladies.” He laughed and with one last smirk, walked out of the compartment.

“Can you believe that guy?” said Harry shaking his head in disbelief. “You’d think that after six years he’d have the decency to shut his mouth from saying those idiotic things. Some people never change,” he said, looking over at Ron. “Why were you quiet the whole time?” he asked.

Ron raised an eyebrow. “I was trying to think of a spell to use on Malfoy, but then I realized that we haven’t learned how to turn people into a pig’s arse,” he said, playing with his wand. “So by the time I thought of spell, he had gone.”

Hermione sighed. “Well at least none of you decided to jump on him like you always do,” she said, looking at her two friends. “That’s a sign that you’ve moved on from the adolescent stage. You are turning into mature young men.” She grinned at them. “Well, at least Harry is.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” asked Ron defensively. “I didn’t do anything to the ferret when he was in here! I was acting mature!” He crossed his arms over his chest and scowled. “I’m the one that did the speech,” he muttered, his eyes cast down to the floor.

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Well Harry wasn’t the one racking his brain to curse Malfoy. Although I admire your actions on not doing anything when Malfoy stepped inside, I don’t like to see anyone hurt. It doesn’t matter if you just sat there, thinking of a spell. You shouldn’t have been thinking at all,” she said sternly.

“Come on, Hermione. I thought we agreed to have fun this year!” said Harry incredulously. “What could be more fun than turning Malfoy into a pig’s arse?” He chuckled at the thought. “Come on. I’m actually enjoying the image in my head. We can’t just pass an opportunity like this!”

Hermione sighed and leaned back in her seat. “You guys are so immature,” she said, though a smile was slowly creeping on her face. “If you get in trouble for something stupid, I’m not going to defend you anymore. You two are grown men already.” She nodded her head before looking out of the window. “Or at least one of you is,” she muttered under her breath.

“I heard that,” said Ron loudly.

Harry and Hermione laughed.

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The Welcoming Feast was as splendid as every year and each table was filled with new students who had been sorted by the Sorting Hat. The Great Hall was loud with cherry voices from the older students and there was loud clanking from the silverware.

“I can’t believe we’re back! This year is going to be so much fun!” said a very excited Ginny as she took a sip of her pumpkin juice. “I mean, it must be more fun for you three,” she said looking at Harry, Ron, and Hermione, “because it’s your last year here.” She grinned at them. “Well, at least you won’t have to see Malfoy ever again after this year.”

“That’s the only reason I’m glad it’s our last year here, but other than that, I don’t want to leave,” said Hermione, smiling sadly. “I’m going to miss everything about this place.” She looked up at the enchanted ceiling. “Everything.”

Ron nudged Hermione on the shoulder. “Oh cheer up, Mione. We can always come back. Have you forgotten that you have a friend who’s still going to be attending Hogwarts after we leave?” he said, looking over at Ginny. “You’re not going to stop seeing Ginny after you graduate, are you?”

Hermione smiled and rolled her eyes. “No, I’m just saying that I’m going to miss sleeping here,” she said, looking around her. “Oh well, right? We have to move on to better things.” She looked over at Harry and grinned. “Or we can stay here with Harry. I’m sure he doesn’t want to leave a certain someone here in the school by herself.”

Harry blushed and looked down at his food. “I, uh, don’t know what you’re talking about,” he muttered.

“It’s so obvious that you’re in love with Ginny,” she whispered in his ear. “Just stop making a fool of yourself and tell her how you feel.” She snorted and shook her head. “I guess I was wrong about you two being grown men.”

Ron raised his hands in irritation. “Will you stop with the ‘grown men’ thing? Okay, we don’t act ‘mature’. We get it! Can we move on now?” he asked, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Fine,” she muttered, crossing her arms over her chest. “God, Ron. You make a big deal out of everything,” she said looking at Ginny and giving her a ‘we’ve got to hang around with girls more often’ look.

“You won’t do it,” said Ginny, chuckling slightly. “You love them too much.”

“That’s true,” replied Hermione pulling Harry and Ron (who tried to get away but failed completely) into a hug. “I love you guys!” she said, enjoying the moans and groans from her two best friends.

“Hermione!”

“Let go!”

“People are staring!”

Hermione ignored them. “So?” she muttered before pushing them away. “There’s nothing wrong with a girl hugging her two best friends in the world.” She looked over at Ginny. “See? Sometimes I think it’s better to have some girl company every now and then.”

Harry and Ron made a face at her. “Since when do you side with Malfoy on that?” asked Harry, smirking at her. “Come to think of it,” he said, realizing something, “you were actually defending him on the train. Hermione, is there something you’d like to tell us?” he asked with mock seriousness.

“What are you talking about?” she asked with confusion.

“Do you have a crush on Mal-ferret?” asked Ron, accidentally spitting pumpkin juice on her face. “Oh-sorry Hermione.”

Hermione wiped her face and stared at both Harry and Ron as though they were mad. “Ugh! Why in the hell would I have a crush on Malfoy? He’s—He’s Malfoy!” she said with disgust. “You two seriously need to know your friends a little bit better. You’re always talking about Quidditch nonsense.”

Ron scoffed. “Quidditch nonsense? Quidditch is not ‘nonsense’! It’s a really serious game, Hermione!” he said, looking over at Harry. “Can you believe the words that just came out of her mouth?” he asked in disbelief.

Harry shook his head. “No, and I will not sit here like a fool and let you insult my favorite sport,” he said pretending to be insulted by Hermione’s words. He began to stand up but a deep, soft voice echoed through the hall, making him sit back down.

“Now that you have all been fed and watered, I will like to share some of the things that the staff and I have talked about before the start of this year,” said Albus Dumbledore as he stood at the front of the Professors’ table, looking out at his students.

“First, I have decided to make this year, and many more ahead of you, a delightful one. The list pinned on Mr. Filch’s door has been taken down and now everyone has the liberty to have fun in the hallways, but as long as it does not put anyone in serious danger. Secondly, the staff and I have decided that this year’s Head Boy and Girl will be Justin Finch-Fletchley from Hufflepuff and Hannah Abbott who is also from Hufflepuff.”

The Great Hall burst into applause as Hogwarts’ new Head Boy and Girl stood up from their seats to be seen by everyone. Harry and Hermione watched as Ron rolled his eyes and mouthed out something that if Dumbledore or any staff member had heard it, he would have had detention for a month.

“And thirdly, this year, the seventh year students will have a special treat. The staff and I have arranged a ‘field trip’ to a theme park called ‘Castles n’ Coasters’. The professors and I have decided that it was best if we give a nice farewell to all Hogwarts’ future graduates. The seventh year students will leave in a week and will have two weeks of fun on this amazing theme park.”

The Great Hall was once again filled with applause and cheers (from the seventh years) when they realized that they would be out of the sight of a teacher for a whole two weeks.

At the Slytherin table, everyone was utterly confused about this ‘field trip’. Especially Draco. He had never heard of ‘Castles n’ Coasters’ and he doubted it was a wizards’ hang out. He looked over at the Gryffindor table and he sneered. Hermione was cheering along with the others. Yes. This was no wizards’ hang out.

“This is just great. We’re going to spend two whole weeks with muggles,” he muttered under his breath. “Can this year get anymore stupid?”

Blaise Zabini looked sideways at him. “What are you talking about? ‘Castles n’ Coasters’ is a muggle hang out?” he asked, his amazing violet eyes staring at him with shock. “Is Dumbledore out of his bloody mind?” he hissed.

“It appears so,” said Draco, eyeing the Gryffindor table darkly.

Dumbledore cleared his throat again and everyone stopped cheering. “Now with that said, it is time for everyone to head off to your dormitories,” he said, a twinkle in his eyes.

Everyone stood up from their seats and began to slowly make their way out of the Great Hall.

“You guys are so lucky,” said Ginny smiling at them. “A whole two weeks with no adult supervision. It’s just…” she trailed off and hit Harry playfully on the arm. “I hate you!” she said, grinning at him. “Now I’m going to stay here by myself for two whole weeks without my best friends!”

Hermione laughed. “Come on, Ginny. We’re not leaving yet,” she said. “Now let’s get going before Malfoy decides to have his usual pep talk with us.” She looked over at the Slytherin table and rolled her eyes. “You should have seen his face when he realized that ‘Castles n’ Coasters’ was a muggle hang out. Ugh! He’s so immature.”

“Ooh Hermione. Checking up on your ‘man’, huh?” said Ginny, teasingly. “I bet you’re happy that there’s not going to be any adults on this trip, huh.” She sniggered when she saw the look on her face. “I’m just kidding!”

Harry and Ron sniggered.

“You’re siding with them now, are you?” said Hermione, rolling her eyes. “Well, for your information, I do not have a crush on Malfoy, okay?” She raised an eyebrow at them before she pulled Ginny with her and began walking up the stairs that led to the Grand Staircase.

“So, have you two told everyone about your true identities yet?” drawled a voice from behind.

Harry and Ron’s faces set and turned around to face Draco. “No, why do you ask?” said Harry, deciding to play along for a while. “Do you actually care about what people think about us?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No, I was just wondering because if you haven’t told them about it, I thought I should. You know, to take the pressure off of having to face the entire school with that secret,” said Draco, smirking.

Ron’s jaw clenched. “Look, Malfoy. If you don’t shut the hell up about that—”

“Ron, just stop, okay?” said Harry, shoving Ron slightly. He looked over at Draco. “Just wait until we have that trip. There’s no adult there to stop us. You’ll get yours, Malfoy. You just wait,” he said before pushing Ron up the stairs.

Draco sniggered. “I’m looking forward to it, Potter,” he said loud enough for him to hear. Blaise walked up to him and jerked his head upward in a ‘what was that about?’ matter. “Oh, it’s just a pick up from the conversation we had on the train,” he said dismissively. “It’s nothing big.”

Blaise smirked and nodded. “Oh about their ‘true identities’? You’re still on with that, Draco?” he said. He shook his head and chuckled slightly. “You never give up, do you?” he said, looking at his friend.

“Never, Blaise. Never,” said Draco as he looked up at the stairs one last time before disappearing down the stairs that led to the dungeons.

****

Hermione sat in the Gryffindor common room with Ginny (Harry and Ron had gone to bed right after entering the common room). The room was quiet except for the crackling of the logs in the fireplace.

“So, what do you think of Malfoy?” asked Ginny, her eyes fixed on the fire. “Do you think he’s cute?” She looked over at Hermione, who was staring at her with boredom. “I know you don’t want to talk about him, but come on. What do you think of him?”

“Ginny, I don’t think of him that way. He may be the Slytherin Sex God as girls say, but I don’t see him that way. He’s done too much damage to me for me to actually think positive things about him,” said Hermione quietly.

Ginny sighed and sat up straighter on the sofa. “I know! But what about the way he looks? Doesn’t he seem a bit hotter to you?” she asked, her eyes bright with amusement. “Come on, Mione. You at least have to agree with me on that!”

Hermione sighed and looked down at her hands. “I suppose you’re right. He looked a bit different today, but…what’s that got to do with anything? Just because I think he’s cute doesn’t mean I like him like him,” she said looking at her friend. She stood up from the armchair. “I don’t know about you, but I’m going to bed. We start classes tomorrow, you know. With that, she walked over to the stairs leading to the girls’ dormitories.

Ginny, despite herself, grinned at the spot where Hermione was standing. “Oh you may change your mind, Hermione. Everyone does,” she whispered to herself, before she followed Hermione’s steps and headed to the girls’ dormitory.

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What do you guys think???? Good??? Bad??? I should delete it??? Tell me what you think lol!!! Well, until the next chapter my peeps!!

Luv ya all!!

~Pixiegirl

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