Hermione excitedly pulled on her formal black cloak and carefully pinned her shiny prefect badge onto her collar. With an enormous grin on her face, she turned and strode out of her dormitory. She flew down the narrow staircase and entered the lush Gryffindor common room. She looked around the almost deserted common room and was severely disappointed, but not entirely surprised, to see her two best friends scrambling around room. Harry and Ron were taking it in turns to pull each other into head locks and ruffle each other's hair and clothes. And of course, as boys will be boys, they were laughing hysterically as hair was being ripped out and clothes were being rumpled and torn.

Hermione crossed her arms impatiently in front of her chest, and began to tap her foot loudly. Still the rowdy adolescents continued. She let out a loud cough and waved her arms above her head, but with no results. The boys were now rolling around on the floor trying to pull each other's ears.

Finally fed up with Harry and Ron's childish behaviour, Hermione rifled through her cloak pocket and pulled out a small leather-bound book. The maroon book was only the size of her palm and was entitled, "A prefects guide to dealing with trouble makers." Flipping through it quickly, and scanning the information loaded pages, Hermione found the perfect attention- gaining spell.

She pointed her wand at her throat and whispered, "Sonorus," which heightened the volume of her voice dramatically.

"Ron Weasley and Harry Potter, you should both be ashamed of yourselves! You're acting like a pair of hyperactive baboons. Fine example you're setting for the first years!" Mrs. Weasley's amplified voice echoed off the walls of the Gryffindor common room.

Ron and Harry hurriedly stood up and looked around, bewildered. They were shuddering at the thought of facing an angered Mrs. Weasley, but as they looked around, all they could see was Hermione wetting herself with laughter on a red couch near the fireplace.

"You're really enjoying your new-found prefect powers aren't you?" muttered a scowling Ron.

"Well as a matter of fact, I am," replied a smirking Hermione.

"Well then, we can't let Hermione become a psycho power-hungry prefect, now can we?" Harry said menacingly as he and Ron approached Hermione with evil glints in their eyes.

"Oh No! Don't! I'm warning you." Her shouts were soon drowned when both Harry and Ron lunged at her, tickling her mercilessly. Hermione's arms and legs were flailing around and she begged the two boys to stop, but their tickling torture continued. None of her loud protests succeeded in stopping them, so Hermione reached up and viciously pulled at Harry and Ron's ears.

"Ouch!"

Finally the tickling ceased, as the boys stepped away rubbing their sore ears. Hermione jumped off the couch and hurriedly straightened her cloak. "You guys are so immature. I can't waste my time with you two goons. I've got a prefect meeting to attend." Hermione sniffed indignantly. She turned and made her way towards the door.

It was the first prefect meeting of the term and she was very excited. She had hoped to share her excitement with her two best friends but clearly they were too immature to understand the greatness of being a prefect.

Hermione turned to wave goodbye to Harry and Ron as she exited the common room, only to see them on the ground, on their knees hailing her. "Almighty Prefect! Aaaah. Oh Revered One. You have blessed us greatly with your presence."

Hermione rolled her eyes; it was difficult to believe that they were both sixteen years old. Still, a smile crept onto Hermione's lips as she climbed out of the common room and headed down the corridor to her first ever Prefect meeting.

~*~

"Now I must insist upon you all, the great responsibility that has been bestowed upon you, in becoming prefects. As prefects you have been given a certain amount of power, but with that power comes great responsibility. There can be no discrimination in who is to be helped, or punished. You will be responsible for looking after and supporting ALL the students of Hogwarts."

With a stern look at eight students sitting around her, Professor McGonagall stood up and dismissed the group of prefects.

"This meeting is adjourned and our next will be at the end of term to discuss any problems and ideas for improvement. You may all leave now, except for Miss Granger. I wish to speak with you."

Hermione smiled at her fellow prefects, Justin-Finch Fletchley and Lavender Brown, and headed towards Professor McGonagall's desk. "Miss Granger, I just wished to discuss with you the possibility of you starting a tutoring program. I do realize that you have a lot on your plate, what with all your subjects and prefect duties, but I really believe that a student headed tutoring program would encourage and motivate many of the struggling students."

Hermione was fairly jumping out of her skin with excitement. "Of course I'll do it, Professor. I'm honoured that you believe I am capable of such a task. When do you want me to start?"

Professor McGonagall blinked in surprise at Hermione's excited reply. "Well, we will have to plan it out first, but I believe Friday evenings would be most convenient for everyone."

"That would be great. I'm sure there are quite a few students that need a bit of help with their studies." Hermione said with a grin.

"Well, you best be making your way back to your common room now. It's getting quite late, good night Miss Granger."

"Good night, Professor."

Hermione made her way out of the room and began to skip excitedly down the darkened corridor. Ideas for her tutoring program dominated her mind. She smiled as thoughts of all the first years she would be helping, flashed through her mind.

The corridors were filled with shadows but Hermione was completely oblivious. She was completely oblivious, until a hand shot out from the dark and covered her mouth.

Severely startled, Hermione screamed with all her might, but the hand around her mouth tightened and muffled the sound. She struggled violently against her assailant, and received a vicious blow to the back of her knees for the effort. Her knees buckled and she collapsed backwards into her assailant's hard chest. Hermione continued to struggle, but her kidnapper bent their head close to her ear and whispered, "Stop struggling, mudblood! I just want to talk to you."

"Malfoy!" Hermione struggled even harder, then clamped her teeth down viciously and bit the hand that covered her mouth.

Malfoy ripped his hand away from Hermione's mouth and angrily shoved her away from him. He hadn't realized the how much brute strength he had put into the push, and stood shocked, as Hermione was flung against the wall. With a sickening thud Hermione's head hit the wall, and she collapsed to the floor in a dead faint.
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