A plain barn owl came flying through Hermione's window. It landed on her dresser and she took the letter attached to its foot. An elegant, flowing script filled the page.

Dear Hermione Granger

Professor Albus Dumbledore has requested to see you in his office this evening, after dinner. The password is Sugar Quill.

Sincerely,

Professor M. McGonagall

She panicked. What did she do wrong? Why did Professor Dumbledore want to see her?
Quickly, she flattened out her robes, brushed her hair, and sprayed on some perfume. She added a bit of lip balm as she exited the portrait. Hermione was only half focusing on where she was going as she made her way to the great hall.
"Oh, sorry!" She blurts out as she almost walks through nearly-headless nick. Ron and Harry look up at her as she approaches the table. Instantly they can tell something's wrong.
"'Sup?" They say together. She shakes her head nonchalantly.
"Nothing." She sits down and grabs a glass of butterbeer. "Dumbledore just, wants to see me after."
"Can't be anything bad." Ron blurts out through a mouthful of chicken.
Hermione spent the next fifteen minutes just staring at her plate of food and listening to Ron and Harry talk about some quidditch-related subject. Eventually she stood up and took off to Dumbledore's office.
"Sugar quill." She said very clearly. The Griffin turned and revealed the hidden staircase. She still wasn't sure why Dumbledore wanted to see her. Hermione ascended the small staircase to be greeted by not only Dumbledore, but Draco Malfoy aswell?!
"Ah, miss Granger." Dumbledore says, surveying her from behind his half moon glasses. "You're probably wondering why I've summoned you here this evening. Hermione nodded and remained silent. "Well it would appear, that you and Mr Malfoy have gained the
most house points for your houses-" that was blatantly only because professor Snape favoured Draco. "And so, I wondered. Perhaps... If you'd be interested in the positions of head boy and head girl?" It would appear that Dumbledore thought he was
offering Hermione a great privilege. Well it could be taken for a fact that spending time with Malfoy did not seem like a privilege. Anyhow, she didn't want to turn down the offer and seem rude.
"I would consider it a pleasure, sir." She says, looking at Draco out of the corner of her eye. Malfoy smirks, clearly thinking she was complementing him or something.
About an hour later, Malfoy sat opposite Hermione in a rather large armchair, in the head boy & girl common room. He smiles at her.
"Something you need to say?" She snaps. She wasn't in the best of moods so she couldn't be bothered to put up with his antics.
"Oh, um... No..." His puzzled expression did amuse her a little.