A/N: So, this is my first ever Dramione fanfic, and honestly idk if anyone still reads this kind of fanfic.

"What?" they both burst at the words that just left McGonagall's lift. "Is this some sort of twisted joke?" Hermione went on, grimacing at her professor, who she in that moment liked a great deal less than she normally did.

Hermione dared to glance out of the corner of her eyes to the light-haired boy beside her and seeing him being just as upset as her about the news. It made her seethe even more.

"Excuse me, Miss Granger," McGonagall snapped at Hermione, who looked slightly taken a back, "Do I look like I am joking?" Her mouth was a thin line as she stared at her, and despite Hermione being one of the best, if not the best, student from her own house, Gryffindor, she didn't tolerate being spoken back to.

Hermione's mouth clamped shut and she tried her very best not to scowl at her professor.

Maybe I can throw something after she has left, she thought to herself, that would surely help – even better would be to throw something at him, but knowing Malfoy, he was going to tell on her.

"As I was saying," McGonagall announced, raising her voice and staring accusingly at Hermione, "Dumbledore found that you Miss Granger and you Mr. Malfoy," She motioned at them, "Deserve to be assigned the status of head boy and head girl of Hogwarts."

If possible, professor McGonagall's mouth narrowed even further, so that only a sliver of her lips was visible, "So, I expect you to put your," she stopped, thought for a second about what word to use, and then continued in the same harsh tone, "your difficulties behind you."

Hermione felt both McGonagall's and Malfoy's eyes staring at her, but she couldn't manage to turn her head and scowl at Malfoy.

Partly because she didn't want to get scolded by McGonagall again, but also because there was no way she could hold in all the nasty things she was thinking right now, if she looked at him.

Several different spells popped up in her mind, spells that gave you painful warts where the sun didn't shine and spells that made your hair fall off until you had less hair than a hairless cat. Just at the thought she smirked but hid it from McGonagall and Malfoy's peering eyes. Or maybe that spell that had made Ron throw up slugs in their second year, then Malfoy could get a bit of his own medicine.

Truth be told he hadn't been the one to cast the spell on Ron, but if he had had the chance it would probably have been something much worse than slugs.

The sight of Ron throwing up slugs caused a shiver to rock her body as goosebumps broke out across her skin.

McGonagall cleared her throat, noticing that Hermione was caught deep in thought, "Your stuff has already been moved to your new common room in the head of house's tower," She told them, which caught Hermione's attention once more.

"But professor!" Hermione exclaimed throwing her hands in the air.

She received a look that could shut everyone, even Malfoy, up. It was the kind of look that told you that if you weren't careful, she would take points off your house. "It is a great honor to be appointed head girl and get your own common room," McGonagall reasoned with her, but Hermione wasn't seeking to be reasoned with, and so she opened her mouth again.

However, McGonagall beat her to it, "I have done my duty here," and on that note she spun around on her heels, storming out of the room, leaving no time for Hermione to protest.

She stood there, staring at the spot where McGonagall had just disappeared from. Malfoy jumped in surprise as Hermione sprinted towards the door and tore it open with a loud cry, "Professor McGonagall!"

But the corridor was completely empty, she couldn't possibly have disappeared already.

Her eyes frantically searched the hallway as she muttered under her breath, "Damn animagi."

"Be careful of what you say," a voice said from behind her. The most dreadful sound of all was the sound of Malfoy's voice just in that moment.

Her eyes were shooting daggers at him when she turned around.

The look on her face reminded Draco so much of McGonagall only minutes before, that she managed to shut him up.

"What's that supposed to mean." Hermione spat at him.

He regained some of his confidence to speak again, but he had to fight to keep his voice steady, "Otherwise I might just give you detention."

Hermione scuffed and blew her hair out of her face with a hard puff of air, "You can't give me detention."

If Hermione got any angrier smoke would be coming out of her ears. Her face was red as a tomato, and she looked like she was choking on every angry thought she had ever had about Malfoy.

"Of course, I can," he pointed at the dark green badge on his chest, "I am head boy now."

And there was the steam he'd predicted, thought Draco as Hermione looked about ready to physically attack him. Draco's hand clutched his wand tightly, in case she was going to spring on him.

"If you give me detention I'm going to give you detention," Hermione pointed an accusing finger at Draco, who tried to swallow the lump forming in his throat.

"You wouldn't dare," Draco retorted, knowing that she would.

Unlike what he'd expected her to say, which would be something along the lines of I will personally make you write an entire novel about how much of a git you are, if you aren't careful.

She ground her teeth together, she couldn't lose her temper with Malfoy today – what would people think if she lost her head girl title within the first five minutes of being one.

No, she wasn't going to give Malfoy the satisfaction of seeing her lose the title.

"I have homework," she said plainly, or as plainly as she could – her voice was still shaking with anger.

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