A/N Well, this is only my second fanfic, and I will probably work more on this than the other, as it should be better. Oh, and if you read this, please review it, I am trying hard to write well, and I have so many ideas for this one!! Even if I get bad reviews (which I hope I get none) I will continue writing!! Someone will like this story, I do so far. And just so you know, I will try to make it really long, so if you have any ideas about what should happen, email me at aryanwolfe@yahoo.com. Thanx

"Stupid, Stupid Potter," Draco Malfoy said to himself, as he walked down the long staircase, which lead from him room to his fathers drawing room. Draco was, of course, talking about Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived.

Harry and Draco had been enemies since their second meeting, on the Hogwarts Express. "What a long time ago that was," Draco said to himself. Both Harry and Draco were approaching their last year of school at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and both still did not like each other.

Draco sauntered into his father's office, and an odd site greeted him. Lucius Malfoy (Draco's father) and Severus Snape (head of Slytherin House and potions teacher at Hogwarts) were conversing in serious tones. They abruptly broke off when they saw Draco.

"Hello Father, Professor Snape," he greeted them. The reason this was weird, was that he knew for a fact that Snape was spying on Voldemort and his Death Eaters for Dumbledore, and he assumed his father knew. Not that he cared if his father knew or not, as he hated his father. No one liked him for that matter, except maybe Voldemort, and that was just because Lucius was his most powerful Death Eater.

"Draco, Severus came here to talk to me about you," Lucius said, and Malfoy mentally gasped. Draco was in Slytherin, and Snape was rather fond of him. Or at least he thought he was. "He told me that you are doing very well in all subjects, though not overly wonderful in Transfiguration, and wanted to know if you would...er... consider being Head Boy?"

This news thoroughly shocked Draco. "Head Boy? Me?"

"Yes Draco, surprising, but true," Snape said, with a note of pride in his voice.

'Well, he should be happy, Slytherin hasn't had one of its students Head Boy or Girl in over one-hundred years.' Draco thought to himself, but what was really odd, was the fact that he was not a top student, not even close, really. And the fact that Dumbledore (headmaster of Hogwarts) never asked, he just assigned. 'Something weird is defiantly going on.'

Out loud, he said, "Professor Snape, who will be chosen if I do not take it?"

Snape had an ugly look on his face now, "Harry Potter."

"Oh... Uh... Well.... Professor, I do not really want to take the position," he said, but hurried on at the looks of disgust on both of their faces, "But I will take, so Harry Potter doesn't become Head Boy." At this statement, both Snape and Lucius smiled.

"Well then, Lucius, I must be going, Hogwarts business." He started to Apparate, but Draco stopped.

"Professor, wait," Snape paused, "Who will be Head Girl?"

Snape looked disgusted. "Hermione Granger." He said, then apparated.

"Well, Draco, you should be pleased, now leave, I need to do some business," and with that he turned around, ignoring him.

So, Draco left, and went off to find his mother.




Disclaimer I only own the plot, and the details about the setting, which came from MY imagination, J.K. Rowling owns everything and everyone else