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A/N: I dunno what rating this should be at the moment, actually. I'm just erring on the side of caution. May not be an M in the end. Enjoy. Feedback welcome. Ranting not welcome.

Nowadays, it is a novelty to see Hermione Granger, the Headmistress at Hogwarts, beg for anything. In fact, many of the students and not a few teachers would die of shock to see her groveling as she is doing now.

"Please, Draco, pleeeeaaaaaase?" Hermione wheedled, her hands clasped before her pleadingly. "You've gotta help me out."

"Granger, I don't even know what to say to you. I don't hear anything from you for five years and you seek me out to … to… why are you asking ME?" Draco asked. "You know Potter and I aren't friends. What made you even think that I would consider helping him?"

"Come on Draco, you're the only one who can help at this point. You should see him; he's pathetic. I'm his best friend and I'm not sure how long I can take his attitude anymore. Nothing gets a rise out of him anymore; he just sits at home eating chocolate cake and watching his TV. You're the only one I can think of that can get him off his arse."

"Granger, the only reason Potter will get off his arse upon seeing me is to chase me around, trying to hex me." Draco reasoned, folding his arms.

"Yes, but at least he'll be MOVING at all." Hermione replied with a exasperated sigh. "I can't even manage that."

"I can see how little you value my safety Granger, and that doesn't give me much inclination to help you." Draco said sarcastically. "So if you've got nothing further to say to me, I'm going to leave now; I've got an appointment at two."

Hermione took a deep breath. What she's about to do now is so un-Griffendorish, she was actually ashamed to do it but it had to be done.

"Draco, wait." Hermione said. "I have something to show you."

"Nothing will change my mind at this point, Granger." Draco said without turning around.

"Trust me, Malfoy, you'll want to see this." Hermione replied.

At the tone of Hermione's voice, Draco turned around. He hadn't heard that tone of voice come from Hermione since they had both been in school, and then only moments before she tried to hex him.

Without another word, Hermione took her laptop out of the bag at her feet and switched it on. Once it was on, she opened a word file and flipped the laptop around to show to Draco.

Puzzled, Draco began reading the file within seconds, he'd turned pale as a wraith.

"This… how did you get this?" Draco asked, truly shaken.

"Well, it was easy, since I was the one who set it up in the first place." Hermione replied.

Draco gasped, his eyes going round.

"It was you?" Draco asked. "How did you know who I was?"

"I have my sources," Hermione replied. "The point is, I have this on my computer. I also have a back up in a secure location. If you don't want this printed in the Daily Prophet tomorrow morning, you'd better think of some way to make me so deliriously happy, I'll forget all about this."

Draco gasped again.

"Are you blackmailing me?" Draco asked, incredulous. Hermione simply looked at him.

"Fine, I'll do it," Draco said. "But if he doesn't improve despite my efforts in two weeks, I'm going to call it quits."

Hermione smiled and stood.

"We have an agreement, Mr. Malfoy."