Chapter 1- Head Duties
"Damn Harry Potter," Hermione muttered to herself. "Newsflash: The world doesn't always revolve around him." Hermione stalked up to Dumbledore's office. Professor McGonagal wanted to meet with her in Dumbledore's office. She had said something about head duties. "Chocolate frogs," Hermione said when she reached the gargoyle. The gargoyle sprung to life. She quickly made her way up the stairs and knocked on the door. No one answered. Hermione opened the door to find the room completely empty saves for the desk, a few chairs, a pensive, and the paintings on the wall. "Where is everyone?" She thought out loud.
"You're the head girl, correct?" A voice boomed around the room. Hermione looked around to see where the voice was coming from. "I'm up on the wall." Hermione looked toward the wall and found Professor Dumbledore's picture staring at her.
"Yes," she replied. "Where's Professor McGonagal?"
"How would I know? She's not here," the portrait answered. "Are you a friend of Harry Potter's?" Hermione nodded. "Professor Dumbledore wanted me to give him something. Will you give it to him for me?" Hermione nodded. "It's behind me."
"What do you mean?" Hermione questioned.
"Stand to my left. You'll be able to see a piece of paper there." Hermione did as he said. A folded piece of parchment lay behind him. "Take it." Hermione reached out and took the piece of parchment. "Open it."
Hermione was about to do just that when someone knocked on the door. "Come in!" She called. She quickly took the parchment and hid it in her pocket. Draco Malfoy stepped into the room.
"Mudblood," Malfoy greeted her.
"Ferret," she replied. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm head boy. You'd think that someone as smart as yourself would have realized that."
"Was that a compliment?" Hermione smiled at him.
"What? No," Malfoy smirked. Hermione took the piece of parchment out of her pocket and started to read it. Malfoy walked up behind her, looking over her shoulder as he did this. Hermione looked at the paper hard and then started to mouth something to herself.
"What is that supposed to mean?" She said out loud.
"Why do you want to know?" Malfoy said in her ear. She turned around to find her face an inch away from his. They seemed to be frozen there for all eternity. Malfoy was the first to close the gap. He stared straight into her eyes. She had beautiful brown eyes. They were so soft and forgiving. Their lips collided with each other. The doorknob handle twisted with a squeak. The two teenagers broke apart.
"How dare you!" Hermione exclaimed. She slapped him across the cheek.
"Miss Granger!" Professor McGonagal walked into the room at exactly that moment. "You will not treat your partner like that ever again! Detention tomorrow evening at six o'clock with Professor Snape!"
"But Professor!" Hermione complained. "He…"
"No excuses Miss Granger!" Professor McGonagal said before sitting down at the desk. "Sit!" Hermione and Malfoy sat down in the two armchairs in front of the desk. "About your head duties. You both are to patrol the corridors from eight at night to ten o'clock at night…together. Also, you will plan all of the different school dances. That's it. Any questions?" The two heads sat quietly in their seats. "Good. You start tonight. You also need to plan a Halloween dance and a Thanksgiving dance. Your plans for the Halloween dance should be handed in to me in the next three weeks. You're dismissed."
Malfoy stood up first. Hermione followed him out the door. When she had reached the bottom of the stairs, he was nowhere in site.