Hermione walked the Gryffindors to the Grand Staircase with the rest of the prefect's and their first years'. Seamus walked beside her and made sure the little Gryffindors knew where they were going.

"Gryffindor Common Room this way. Keep up, please. You don't want to get lost on your first night." He smiled to himself, seeing now why Percy Weasley had put a little fright into them on their first night – it was fun and made the job easier. Sure, there was no actual danger and getting lost would be understood, but he didn't want to get the blame because he was sure they wouldn't blame Hermione. But was she still Good Girl Granger? She certainly didn't look like the same person…

Hermione stayed silent as she walked beside Seamus, letting him have his fun with the first years'. Sure, she liked the idea of being a prefect before, but now it seemed like a chore. She would get a few luxuries, however, and that was worth it for the time being. She could always resign and let one of the Patil sister's have it.

Once the first year girls were settled and the candles had been doused, Hermione shut the door and met Seamus on the landing above the Common Room.

"Now what do we do?" Seamus asked.

"Did you not think to read the information letter?" Hermione snorted. Seamus looked taken aback, but shook his head in reply.

"I thought it was we knew already."

"Well then, you should know what we do now…" Hermione said, raising her eyebrow.

"C'mon, Hermione, I worked hard for this and I don't want to mess it up." Seamus said. She barely kept a straight face, not wanting to outwardly show how pathetic she found it.

"We report to Dumbledore for further instructions, as is the rule after we complete anything he personally sets us." She said monotonously, relaying practically word-for-word what the letter had said.

"Thanks, Hermione." Seamus said with a grin, looking her over appreciatively. She rolled her eyes.

"Next time, read the fucking manual." She tossed over her shoulder as she headed for the Grand Staircase.

Seamus watched her leave with shock on his face. Did Hermione Granger just swear? At me? Was she really just…rude? Something told him to be upset and angry with her, for he had always been a friend to her, but the testosterone in his body told him 'hmm, she's playing hard to get…fun' and he followed after her.

As she made her way to Dumbledore's office, quite a distance considering the heels she was wearing, she began to think about everyone's reaction to her and she wasn't sure she liked it. Sure, she was a smart girl and would even have considered herself a book worm before…but was wearing something a little more sexy – yet completely under prefect regulation – really something for everyone to drop silent and stare mouths gaping at her? She rolled her eyes at the thought and rounded another corner.

"Granger." She heard from behind her. Apparently someone was left with his speech. Great. She kept walking and completely ignored him. She heard his footsteps quicken, but she stayed the pace she was, no need to run from someone like Malfoy. "Granger, I'm talking to you." He snapped, reaching her side.

"I know," She said in a sultry voice, smirking over at him, before setting her eyes ahead once again, "I'm just not interested in anything you have to say." She shrugged without missing a beat.

"Well, haven't you changed." He said, finally breaking his façade of being completely unaffected by her, before going straight back to it. "But a new look and a bad attitude doesn't change your blood." He sneered.

She stopped and pulled out her wand at the same time, pinning Draco to the wall with the tip pressed to his chin, lifting his head.

He was ramrod straight against the wall and looked at her with slight terror in his eyes. He might have been an arrogant prat in Hermione's eyes but he knew she was good with spells and it wouldn't be wise to piss her off any more than he had…and since there was no one in the halls after kicking Seamus off the scent, his image was still in tact as far as anyone but Granger was involved. He still managed to scowl down at her though.

"Here's what's going to happen…" She said sweetly before lowering her voice and whispering into his ear. A shiver ran down his spine at the velvet voice she used, "You're going to hold your tongue or I'll cut these…" she reached down and rather firmly gripped his manhood in her hands, making him wince, "and it" she laughed, "out."

And with that, she stepped back, put her wand away and made the last leg of the journey to Dumbledore's office, leaving a slightly flustered, pained and ego-raped Draco Malfoy dumbstruck in the hallway. He righted his suit, cleared his throat and looked both ways to make sure no one had seen that.

Hermione Granger, what the fuck was that about?