DISCLAIMER:
As much as it pains me to say this, no single part of the Harry Potter series belongs to me. Every single character belongs to JK Rowling.

As much as I absolutely love Draco and Hermione, this is my first attempt to write a story on them. So if you like this, please review and pass on the word to anyone else you know. Thanks a bunch.

October 21, 2005

Chapter 1
Start of a New Game

"Hermione? Wake up Hermione." She could faintly hear the familiar voice of someone she knew, even though they were practically shouting.

"What is it? I'm trying to take a nap." She replied rubbing her eyes, still not taking into focus the face of who she was having the absolute pleasure of talking to.

"Hermione, how could you possibly forget? We have the last prefect meeting of the year before the Leaving Feast tonight. If you don't hurry we're going to be late." Dang it how could I possibly forget? Hermione thought while her eyes finally opened so she could take a good look at who was talking to her. But she didn't need to look, of course it was Ginny, the other Gryffindor prefect.

How could I forget? Of course I wanted to forget... Just being around him more than what was needed makes me want to throw up. I swear more strange looks and comments from him and I'll throw another good punch to his "perfect" face.

"Thank Merlin you woke me up Ginny." Hermione replied while giving a thankful look to the fiery red head in front of her. "I can't possibly miss the last meeting if I still want hopes of becoming Head Girl next year. How many more minutes do we have until it starts?"

"Dumbledore will probably start in about ten more minutes. Hurry, before we are late." Ginny grabbed the hand of the girl sitting on the couch in the common room, and pulled her up and ran through the opening of the dormitories while someone was walking in.

Hermione didn't even have to take a second look to realize that it was Harry who had made it in perfect timing to open the portrait hole for them.

"Hey you two, where are you off to in such a hurry?" Harry practically shouted as they zoomed right past him.

"Sorry Harry, but we have to go to a prefect meeting. We'll see you at dinner tonight!" The red-head shouted back towards him loud enough so he could hear.

After about five minutes of their speed walking, they finally reached the hall that led to the room where they were to have the long-awaited for meeting. As they got closer, Hermione noticed that there was a group of students waiting in front of the door.

She started to think, Of course, Dumbledore must be waiting until everyone got there. And we still have a few minutes until the meeting is to officially start. I wonder if Ginny and I are the last ones to arrive.

"We are here Professor Dumbledore. Are there any others we are to be waiting on?" Hermione looked at their Headmaster with a smile that anyone could tell she was faking.

"My dear Hermione, we still are to be waiting for Mr. Malfoy. I'm sure he should be here very shortly." She cringed at the mention of his name. "He certainly knows the consequences of not showing up." And with those last words Malfoy walked up so coolly as if he was showing up twenty minutes early. The nerve of him! I hope he doesn't get the Head Boy position; he obviously doesn't deserve the glory of being in charge.

"Well, well Hermione. Finally coming around to your senses?" Blaise Zabini said while slowly walking up to her. She just now realized that she had been staring at Malfoy with hatred and failed to notice that Zabini was right next to him. While looking around she noticed they were the last two in the hall. "About time you realized that you want me."

"Don't make me puke all over you Zabini. I wouldn't even dare look at you with pleasure. And never has a good thought of you come crawling into my mind." She said with pure disgust in her voice. She turned around with a flip of her hair and walked into the classroom and took a seat next to Ginny.

"Let me guess, Zabini after you again?" Ginny whispered into Hermione's ears before the headmaster walked up to the front of the students.

"Who else would it be? I'll tell you about it later." Hermione whispered back with a sense of rush.

"Good afternoon students." Dumbledore started. "Of course you have all realized that today is the day. The final day before you all leave for the summer vacations. I just wanted to point out a few things. The announcement of next years Head Boy and Head Girl will come by owl with your Hogwarts Letters. Only the two who are to be selected will know. I wish luck to those of you who wish for the position. Next year prefects will of course be the same, unless those who are this year do not wish to continue. Any there questions so far about Head positions or prefect positions?" He gave a look towards Hermione with a glisten in his eyes while he slowly said his last sentence.

"How nice is the Head's bathroom? Is it cozy enough to stay for hours? How big is it really?" Zabini blurted out quickly before anyone else had a chance to ask a decent question. What an idiotic question. Surely he isn't thinking of becoming Head Boy. And even if he did, why would he want to spend so much time in the bathroom? As in Ron's own words, "what a git".

"Mr. Zabini, surely I do not know seeing as how I have never entered them. When I was Head Boy here at Hogwarts, we shared the same baths with all the other students. But I digress, onto my next point of our discussion. Next year's arrangements set for Head Boy and Girl will be different than the past due to the fact we would like to try something new. I wish I could give more information on this account, but I cannot." Dumbledore replied with an expression that Hermione had never seen on him before. What is Professor Dumbledore up to? I hope it's not too terrible, seeing as how I have a big shot to be Head Girl. Hermione thought with a bit more than her usual confidence.

As somebody asked the next question, Hermione could feel a pair of eyes giving her a good long stare. She feared to turn around to see who those eyes belonged to, but just couldn't resist. Surely enough it was Blaise Zabini. Will he ever give it up? I don't like him like that, and I never will. Zabini is just too stupid to realize it and he just thinks that I'm playing hard to get. She thought as she let out a long sigh and realized that this game he played would never end.

"If there are no further questions, let us move onto the next topic. For those with the privilege of coming back to Hogwarts next term, there will be a great surprise in store for you all. I also am quite disappointed that I cannot give any details, due to the fact that the Head Boy and Girl are to be planning it. As always, the prefects will help in any way necessary to get the job done. So a slight warning to those of you wishing to be Heads, you will have quite a heavy load on your shoulders." This time Hermione noticed the headmaster giving a subtle but worried look towards Lisa Turpin, also a sixth year but in the Ravenclaw House. "So if you are still up to the challenge I welcome you to give it a try. There may be a bit of work, but also a lot of attention and slight glory. Any last questions about this certain topic?"

No one seemed to want to ask, but they all had eager faces on and shuffled in their seats in hopes for next year.

"You are all dismissed to get ready for the Leaving Feast. Make sure you leave nothing behind, and have a wonderful feast." Dumbledore shifted to the side and with quick long strides he was out of the door before any of the students got out of their seats.

"Wow, you have a lot in store for you next year Hermione." Ginny said with an ecstatic tone in her voice. "Can you believe how great it's going to be to be able to plan a huge event like that?"

"Now Ginny, who says I will be Head Girl? Everyone has the same chances as I do. But it sure does sound fun." She replied while thinking back to the face Dumbledore had made when mentioning new accommodations for the Heads next year. It was almost a sneaky looking face, as if he knew we were in for a surprise.

Nevertheless, she and Ginny took a slower walk back to the Gryffindor Tower. They could hear the sound of someone walking towards them from the left. When Hermione realized who it was, she began to walk a lot faster. But she couldn't avoid this one. He was coming from the direction they needed to walk in.

"Good luck with this one Hermione. Tell me everything when you get back to the common room." The red head said while sneaking away.

"Oh, no you don't Ginny Weasley. How dare you leave me here?" She shouted back. But it was all too late. Here he came, only 10 feet away from her.

"It's nice to see I finally caught up to you, beautiful." Zabini dared to say with a sultry kind of voice.

"Now, now my dear Zabini, how many times do I have to tell you? Of course I am beautiful, but you have my deepest permission to call me gorgeous." Hermione replied with a huge dose of sarcasm. She slowly inched closer to him, and grabbed him by the shirt and got straight up into his face. "If you ever make any comments like that to me again, I will put a dent in your body where it doesn't need one."

"Feisty. I like it." He said with a growl. Hermione couldn't help but let out a small laugh. "Are you finally giving into my amazingly cute attempts to make you kiss me? Will you kiss me?"

He is never going to give up on me is he? It is just too funny sometimes. I need to realize that I'm never going to get rid of him as long as we both stay at Hogwarts.

"You know sweetheart, if for some reason you don't get the position of being Head Girl, you can always come into the Head's bathroom with me."

"Is that what was flowing through your empty brain when you asked Dumbledore about the bathroom? Me spending time in there with you?"

"Of course darling. Who else would I want to be in there with me? Only you"

"Only in your dreams Zabini, will I ever get into a bathroom with you. As much as I hate the thought of you dreaming about me, I have to go. The Leaving Feast starts in half an hour and I need to finish putting all my stuff away. Like my panties and bras…" Hermione flirtatiously slid a hand across Blaise's chest while she walked away from the scene. She couldn't help but smile at the look he had on his face before she left. She was going to start playing his game a little. Seriously, how can he play a game when before this he was the only one playing it?