"Sorry Hermione but come now, a deal's a deal. I'm sure you Gryffindor folk understand that eh?"

Hermione never quite liked Ernie McMillan in the first place seeing as he was one of her academic competitors but now she could just rip that bloody head off his shoulders and feed it to a hipogriff.

"No, no, no! I agreed to switch shifts for a month because Parkinson was the only choice left! You told me you were patrolling with Hannah you liar! Not Draco Malfoy!" Hermione's eyes fumed with a fiery rage that would burn holes through anyone unfortunate enough to meet its gaze.

"I wasn't lying though, at that time Hannah was my partner but Malfoy asked to switch with her and she accepted. I couldn't do anything 'bout what she does, can I?" He tried to reason.

Hermione was never one to get mad. No, never. She believed that everything, even the most ridiculous of misunderstandings, could be solved with civil and logical conversation. However, her calm and collected front always flies out the window whenever the idiot ferret was concerned. Every single time they cross paths was an opportunity for him to ruin her day, amazingly enough he's never missed a single opportunity yet. Oh just the thought of being alone with him for a month...

'No! I refuse to accept this! I'm Head Girl for Merlin's sake.' She rubbed her head in frustration

"Well, then I revoke my offer!" Hermione crossed her arms and raised her chin "I'd rather be stuck with Parkinson than with that slimy little git."

"But I can't Hermione! Class schedules have been finalized! I've worked out my N.E.W.T. study groups with the Ravenclaw review club! I can't reschedule anymore, they're all full." Ernie's eyes looked for some understanding. They were both very academically concerned students, although Ernie didn't quite match Hermione's natural intellect, he made up for it with a lot of hard work which was something the witch highly respected.

Hermione sighed in resignation. What kind of Head Girl would she be if she didn't know how to understand her subordinates? Besides it was her fault anyway, Head Boy and Head Girl were supposed to work on making the schedules together. Instead, she'd gone off and left Blaise to finalize everything while she went on a vacation with her parents, whose memories of her were just recently restored.

"Fine. You win this one Ernie." She dropped her arms to her side. "One month alright? That's it."

"Thanks a lot Hermione! I knew you'd understand." Ernie, overcome with satisfaction and glee came in for an unexpected, and rather awkward, hug.

"Oh! Um.." Hermione blushed. Its not that she fancied Ernie at all, it was just her general inexperience with the slightest intimate acts with the opposite sex, besides Ron and Harry of course.

"Well, well. When did this interesting little development start, Granger?" A cold familiar voice said. "I'm sure Weasely and Potter would be devastated."

Hermione and Ernie turned abruptly to see a tall, blonde boy leaning on the wall, staring at them intently with a god-awful smirk on his face.

"What is it now, Malfoy." Hermione turned to face the boy with her previous hostility back in full swing.

He merely scoffed at her and turned his attention to McMillan. "Fancy Gryffindors eh? I wonder what poor Hannah Abbot would think when I tell her that her boyfriend had gone off snogging the Head Girl-"

"We weren't doing anything! Hermione's my friend and I love Hannah!" Ernie argued "Stop meddling in other people's business Malfoy. Unless you want me to tell-"

Draco's pale face turned bright red almost instantly. What Ernie was threatening him with must be something very personal, for the usually emotionless Draco to react that way.

Malfoy took a step forward in front of McMillan, emphasizing how much taller he was than the Hufflepuff.

"I'd be careful with that if I were you." He threatened while looking down on the smaller, weaker boy.

'Tell what? What on earth is going on here?' Hermione wondered.

Draco looked like he was ready to pounce; Hermione knew she had to stop this now.

"Stop this! Both of you!" Hermione shouted as she pushed the two boys away from each other.

"As Head Girl it is within my power to dismiss prefects who show less than appropriate behavior for a student of their rank." She said in her usual, matter-of-fact tone. "Now, would both of you please head back to your dormitories, curfew is in less than an hour."

Malfoy stared at her with his cold, silvery eyes for a good five seconds before pointing a threatening finger at McMillan and walking away.

The pair watched the retreating figure, making sure he doesn't do anything funny on his way.

"What was that all about?" Hermione asked, still looking at the direction Malfoy left.

"What was what all about?"

"That thing you said that got Malfoy in a twist." Hermione turned to him, expecting an answer.

Ernie shifted his gaze, obviously hoping that she didn't catch that part of their conversation.

"I-it's nothing. Nothing to concern yourself about." He said in hurried hushed tone.

Before Hermione could insist, McMillan bid goodnight headed to his dormitories leaving her curious and slightly confused.

'Oh well, might as well head back too.' She took one last look around the corridors, reminded every student she came across to head back to their respective dorms before finally retreating back to her own.

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'You bloody idiot! Blast that slimy McMillan for getting his filthy hands all over her!' Draco reprimanded himself as he angrily stomped his way down the dungeons, frightening the poor lower year Slytherins he came across.

"Bugger! Bloody little, filthy, good for nothing. ARGH!"

"Whoa, whoa. Hold on there mate." A dark, elegant looking boy put his hand on Draco's shoulders stopping him from continuing his little 'hate parade' across the halls.

"It's nothing, Blaise." Draco coldly answered while looking the other way.

Blaise let out a short, low laugh. He knew his friend too well; they have been together for almost all their lives.

He was definitely jealous.

"Why? Was your marvelous plan not executed to your liking?" Blaise teased.

"Tsh. Don't be ridiculous, Blaise. Of course my plan worked. It worked perfectly as a matter of fact." Draco proudly exclaimed with a slight smirk on his face.

"Then what the devil is the matter? You were stomping like an angry giant on your way down. The first years were proper terrified." His friend scolded.

"Who stuck a stick up your arse? You and I used to love terrifying first years."

Draco teased his friend, Blaise had matured throughout the years and it was for Draco's own good too. He needed at least one good influence in his messed up life. Now that Voldemort's gone and his father in Azkaban, the Malfoy family estate, properties and businesses will all be transferred to him on the date of his graduation from Hogwarts.

"Hey, hey! Stop changing the subject." Blaise made a friendly tap on his cheek to get his head back on the issue.

"That slimy little Hufflepuff McMillian had his hands all over her! And Granger didn't back away!" Draco said as if it was the most absurd thing in the world.

"Oh please. You're overreacting, mate. I'm pretty sure it was all friendly."

Draco huffed, frustrated that his friend didn't see the absurdity of what he was trying to convey.

"Even so, how do you explain her not pushing the damn git off huh?" his voice croaked at the last syllable.

"She was probably just being polite! You know how prudish that woman is. I don't even think she's had any yet"

Draco's mind drifted at a line of thought involving Hermione Granger and her virginity.

'She probably hasn't yet eh? A kiss, I'm sure that big oaf Krum already sneaked a sloppy one. And if he didn't I'm pretty sure Weasely's at least given it a shot. … I wonder how her lips feel like….. or what it feels like to touch her….'

Draco's hands subconsciously cupped two invisible mounds in front of his chest which prompted his friend to snap him out of his day dream.

"OW!"

"Snap out of it you pervert" Blaise said after smacking his blushing friend right at the nape. "Don't think that I don't know what's going on in that head of yours. Merlin, you really have it bad for her don't you?"

"Shut up, Blaise."

His friend merely laughed, both amused and proud that his friend is finally showing some signs of maturing, even just a little bit.

"Alright enough of this, I'm heading back to the dorms." Draco yawned. It was an exhausting day after all.

Blaise gave him a small nod before going on his way.

With his friend gone, his mind once again wandered and found itself thinking about the bushy haired witch. He'd been interested in her for quite some time now. Of course given his immaturity and his father's idiotic ideologies, his younger self mistook this attraction as blind hatred that he fully regrets now that more sense has been knocked into him.

'Right, I've got a month to fix this up and possibly, even get her to like me.' Draco thought carefully of him and Hermione's current relationship.

"You big stupid ferret!"

"Leave me alone, Malfoy!"

"You vile, loathsome, evil little cockroach!"

"WHAM"

'This is not going to be easy….'

A.N. : So I've made a previous prompt and decided that it was too boring for me to continue. This will now be my "official?" first fanfic! Yay! So what do you guys think? Should I continue? Is it too boring? Tell me what you think!

~Angie