*I want this to be light hearted and fun. So no war. Harry won, Draco fought for the Order though there is still not love lost between him self and the golden trio.

Starting a betting poll on the fate of this years DADA teacher is tasteless and tacky not a clever money-making idea!

As the Hogwarts Express pulled out from platform 9 ¾ Draco Malfoy sat lounging about in a back compartment, laughing with his friends. Two large ledgers sat propped up over his knees, a quill in hand as he listen and took notes of each depressing guess to the fate of their new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

Pansy had 10 galleons that the new professor would meet their untimely end in a confrontation with the giant squid that lived in the black lake.

Crabb and Goyle havening no financial option but to pull in together, placed 9 on the idea that the new professor would simply vanish one day before dinner never to be seen or heard from again.

Several others put in their bets, handing their money over to the muscular Italian boy, Blasie Zabini, best friend of Draco Malfoy.

Soon enough, word had traveled and a line of possible clients formed outside the Slytherin compartment. Second years and up; from all houses waiting anxiously for their chance to do business with the Slytherin Head boy. Both Malfoy and Zabini laughing lazily as wagers became more and more ridicules.

They thought themselves incredibly imaginative to come up with such a brilliant money-making endeavor. Starting a betting pool on the fate of their seventh year Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher.

"What is going on here?" Draco smirked at the sound of that voice, had he really gone a whole summer with out contact with Granger? Oh how he missed her, well, missed irritating her.

Hermione pushed her way though the gathered crowd shoving her body against the door so she could get in the compartment. Her eyes quickly surveying the occupants when they landed on the lanky blond in the corner. She should of known.

"Malfoy what is the meaning of this, students lining the halls, its hazardous, and as Head boy you should not encourage such behavior." Hermione reprimand him hands on hips, though her attentions were hardly on him while she spoke, she was looking out over the crowed no doubt in search for her bumbling friends. "Back to your compartments, the books are closed," she shrieked over the noise. No one argued, quickly turning to do her bidding, all knowing well enough to contest to her demands, she was after all Head Girl.

Too entertained by Hermione's frustration, Draco did not argue, tucking the ledgers back in his trunk. He waited until the crowd had cleared before taking the opportunity to rile her up a bit more, for old times sake.

"Merlin, you are a kill joy. Hope it's not going to be like this all year. Was hoping for a bit of fun with out having a know-it-all shrew breathing down my neck." Draco commented drawing out the last bit in hopes to make her blush.

Hermione simply quirked an eyebrow before responding, "Interesting, I was hoping for a relaxing year with out having to baby sit a brainless oaf. Too bad I got stuck with you." Pansy couldn't help but snicker at Hermione's response.

Draco threw the dark haired girl a threatning look, before once more meeting Hermione's piercing glare with one of his own.

Both Head students staring at each other in a cold intensity. No one dared move or interrupt. The tension building between the pair could be felt by everyone.

"Hey, is this where bets are being taken for the new DADA teacher?" Ron and Harry appeared at the door. Ron looked sincere in his question, while Harry was obviously aware of the glaring match being played between Hermione and Draco.

"Sorry Weasley, your girlfriend here closed me down." Draco told the red head, not daring to break eye connect with the curly haired brunette.

"Why, Mione?" Ron whined leaning against the door frame in despair. He had been certain his eerie prediction would of won. Snape would "Ava" them in their sleep, desperate to obtain the position.

"Why, Ron? Because making bets on the miss fortune of others, is tasteless and tacky. Not a brilliant money-making idea." Hermione's voice bleeding righteous morals as she stared coldly at Malfoy.

Draco did not have a response, now feeling lower than a garden gnome. Hating how out of everyone he knew that bushy haired muggle born witch knew exactly where to hit, his pride. Malfoys were not tasteless and tacky and they certainly didn't have to resort to making money by becoming a bookie.

Without another word, Hermione turned leaving the compartment with her boys in tow.

"So, do I get my 10 galleons back? Or not?" Pansy asked a very flustered Draco.

"I don't care," he said leaning back in his seat and pulling his cloak over his face to sulk.

* Response to Things I'm not allowed to do at Hogwarts Challenge by Sharlmalfoy