A/N: Hey everyone! Here is the first part to the story I am currently working on, hope you enjoy! R&R please. I will hopefully be updating on a regular basis. If its taking too long feel free to message me :)

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Chapter One

McGonagall looked down at the two students sat in her office, her lips pursed as they continued to bicker incessantly, why Dumbledore had appointed these two to be Head students together was beyond her.

From all of her 6 years of teaching them, she knew perfectly well that these two students would never get along. If they weren't fighting they were spitting harsh words at each other, and on the rare occasion that they were doing neither of these they were glaring at each other with such loathing that the saying "If looks could kill" always came to mind. Sighing she sat back in her chair and massaged her temples, this year was going to be a long one.

Finally having enough of the hateful words being carelessly flung around her office, she rose from her chair and cleared her throat. This turned out to do nothing, as the two people in front of her continued on verbally sparing. Sucking in a breath, she raised her voice:

"That is quite enough!" Both students fell silent with shocked as she raised her voice over their words. She glared at both in turn, disappointment showing on her face, while inside she sighed with relief as silence descended on the room.

"I will not have you two bickering like first years! You are to be the Heads of the School for Merlin's sake and should be setting an example to the rest of the students; I am disappointed in the both of you that you cannot accept this wonderful title of Head Student without fighting! I will not stand for it, do you understand?"

After receiving nods of approval she sat slowly back into her chair and paused before continuing on in softer tones, now that she no longer needed to shout over the two of them.

"Now, your duties will be to oversee prefect meetings and set up a router for patrols. You both must do at least one patrol a week, and it must be done together, do not interrupt Mr Malfoy!"

McGonagall stared hard at the young Malfoy boy as he slumped back into his seat, shooting a glare in the direction of the chair next to him.

"If one of you does not comply with this rule, you both shall receive a detention with me-"

"Excuse me Professor, but you said that we will both get a detention if one of us doesn't comply?"

Shaking her head slightly, McGonagall had to suppress a groan of irritation, trust one of her star pupils to comment on that little tit bit of information and question it.

"That is quite right Miss Granger, if one of you fails to turn up to do rounds for no legitimate reason you will both be given detention due to the fact that you are both responsible for doing said round. If one does not turn up it is the others responsibility to go find the other and make them do the rounds. Understood? Now as I was saying, you will also be responsible for helping to arrange Hogsmead visits and organising balls, aswel as incorporating your previous job as prefect of making sure that the school rules are upheld and those who fail to do so are disciplined accordingly. If there are no questions you may return to your rooms."

She watched as Hermione opened her mouth, no doubt to question where there rooms were, and before the girl could get any of the words out she wordlessly handed over a sheet of paper with the directions to where their new living quarters would be.

The Head Girl closed her mouth quickly and mumbled a "Thank you" before all but flying out the room; the Head Boy had already been long gone, not staying in her office any longer than what was required of him.

Once the students had left her office, McGonagall rose from her desk and made her way through a door to the right into her personal living quarters. She fixed herself a steaming cup of tea and settled into her cosy armchair by the fire.

It wasn't even the first day of classes, yet she was already exhausted. She had never been more grateful that the Hogwarts year had started on a Friday, meaning she had a full two day weekend in which she could relax without having to deal with teaching little snot nosed first and second years, or the bored faced fifth and sixth years, and don't get her started on the seventh years, who in just under a year would be taking their NEWT's and Graduating from the walls of Hogwarts.

She sighed yet again before reaching out for a pad of parchment and quill and set out to organise her first week of lesson plans. An hour or so later with her plans complete and safely stored at her desk, she sort out a book from her personal store and settled in for a relaxing weekend.