Ok next chapter :) I needed some advice on the rating, would anyone be opposed to a higher rating? Future chapters may need a higher rating... Also, I'm feeling a bit under-appreciated :( I've decided that I want more reviews for this chappy, otherwise I don't think I'm going to upload the next one :S Sorry to those who have reviewed!

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Draco was angry, actually that was an understatement, he was livid. How can anyone be such an idiotic baboon? He thought angrily as he paced the lengths of the Malfoy dungeon corridors. He'd scheduled an emergency meeting after hearing that Nott and some other members of TSR had bombed a Weasley Party, and then let off the Dark Mark.

People would be going wild believing that Voldemort was back, especially the journalists- they'd be up in a frenzy, excited that they'd finally found a head-line story. He cringed as Rita Skeeter came to his mind, she is probably twisting the mishap at this very moment. Draco glanced at his watch, 9.30- it was time.

He stormed into the dungeon though the wooden door. And once again everyone who'd been present previously was sitting at the long stilted table. He didn't sit though. He clenched his jaw tightly and strode purposefully over to Nott, then without warning, he punched him. Square in the face. Those next to him winced as they heard Nott's nose break, ruby-red blood poured out, Nott tried to reduce the amount of flow by covering his nose with both hands when Draco targeted another punch at the other boy's stomach, the force of it knocked the breath out of him. Nott heaved as gorge rose in his throat and then spilled on to the concrete floor. Draco spat on his writhing body and sneered angrily.

He straightened his robes, then smoothed his almost-white hair out of his face, he strolled to the head of the table, and cleared his throat as he seated himself. Those who'd been stupid enough to look at Nott turned to focus on Draco. "One thing I stressed in the previous meeting was that nobody was to stray from the original plan under any circumstances." He spoke calmly, though his anger was apparent, "And I said that a single flaw could jeopardize everything, and whoever did would be open for punishment.. Didn't I?" They nodded at him feverishly, like fish he thought distantly. "Every building magical and non-magical, especially Hogwarts will be heavily protected, thus making our plan extremely complicated, and lengthening our parents' release!"

He was irritated and cross, the calm demeanour left him and he expressed his anger, "Though Nott may be stupid enough to plan a stunt like this, those who followed him are also to blame! You also broke the rules and deserve the same treatment as him.. Don't you agree?" They nodded again, though not as feverishly, "However I do also understand that this little shit here," he gestured to Notts now very still body, "forced you to participate; so on this one occasion... you won't be punished." Draco heard multiple sighs of relief around the room, and the atmosphere felt less tense.

Draco strolled over to Nott's body, "Count yourself lucky Snott, you received only gentle muggle beatings." Some Slytherins laughed, their expected, natural response, others just smiled, all clearly amused. Draco did neither, instead he inspected his polished Italian boot, then proceeded to lay it gently onto the back of Nott's hand, he put his body weight onto the one foot, and felt slightly satisfied as he heard Nott let out a startled yelp, Draco smirked and put all of his weight on one leg and he watched, genuinely interested, as Nott's two middle fingers started to turn an unattractive shade of mauve.

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Hermione laid very still. She wanted to wake up, but her eyes wouldn't open, she heard her father weep by her bedside but she couldn't talk to him, she felt hot tears prickling in her eyes, but they wouldn't fall. The only thing she could do was lay very, very still.

A couple more hours passed, and she drifted in the gap between dream and reality. It was silent when Hermione gained consciousness and tried to open her eyes. After several attempts they cracked open, but the harsh brightness momentarily blinded her. She blinked furiously until her eyes adjusted to the brightness, then she examined her surroundings; the first thing she noticed was that nobody was with her- no parents, friends or even healers.

She'd been assigned her own private ward- the walls were white and bare, the floor was cold and tiled and the ceiling was well plastered. She sniffed and cringed as she smelt disinfectant and the rotting flowers in one barred window in the corner. She felt like a prisoner, trapped. She'd always hated hospitals, and probably always would.

Hermione re-shut her eyes and gathered herself- then it hit her, she hadn't moved since she'd woken up, maybe she was paralysed.. panic began to rise like bile in her throat and she squeezed her eyes shut until black spots appeared in front of her. She felt calmer and tried to move; every part of her body felt heavy- like someone had replaced the blood inside with lead, she felt beads of sweat form on her forehead with the effort she required to lift even a single pinky.

The door opened and a squat, chubby woman entered, she held vials of nasty looking substances in her hands. Hermione watched her and smiled slightly as the woman swore under her breath. As though she sensed eyes on her, the woman looked up at Hermione and returned her smile smiled, "You've awoken, dearie!" She put the vials down, and introduced herself as Healer Safaia. She explained to Hermione that she was very lucky, the leg of a wooden chair had lodged itself into Hermione's back- almost causing paralysis, but she'd immediately been taken to St Mungos Hospital by a Healer who knew what he was doing, and she'd recovered remarkably quickly, four days to be exact. Hermione thanked God, He really had been looking out for her- maybe a divine plan of His?

Healer Safaia procceeded to test and check Hermione's strength and health, and after a slightly painful blood sample extraction, Hermione was allowed to see her eagerly waiting father and her friends. And the following morning she was allowed to check-out of St Mungo's, armed with vials of medicine and on the basis that she had to have a check up with Madam Pomfrey back in Hogwarts.

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When she arrived to her home in Oxford with her father, the first thing she felt was the absence of her beloved mother, whom she had lost during the War. She spotted a small brown owl, heading for the kitchen window. She hoped it had good news attached to its left leg. And as a matter of fact, it did!;

Dear Hermione Granger,

I am writing to inform you that you have been successful in being allocated as Head Girl of Hogwarts, school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Please sign the slip attached to this letter, it requires you to check box Yes (accept) or box No (Decline), please think very carefully as to whether you wish to accept the position as you will have major responsibilty, which will , of course, be shared with the Head Boy.

Please return the confirmation slip by the 1st of September. I apologize for the delay, and I hope that you are quick in your recovery.

Many Congrats,
Albus Dumbledore

Short, but sweet. Just the way she liked it.

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Draco sat in the soft velvet chair in front of his desk, and tapped his quill against his chin. It had been hours since the meeting had ended, and he'd gotten bored with torturing Nott, so he sent him home.

Now, he had the Hogwarts Head Boy Confirmation slip in front of him, and Blaise sat on the edge of his desk egging him on, "Draco, you know that the only person who can pull this off, is you. What Nott and the others did should tell you that!" Still, Draco doubted his abilities; if it wasn't Granger he would've happily accepted.

He sighed, without noticing how very often he did that, and regarded Blaise and a he had a brainwave, "Blaise! Why don't you do it?"

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A/N:

Is Blaise to be Head Boy? Or would you prefer the charming, Mr Malfoy..?
I know a lot of ppl hate the concept of him as Head Boy... So shall Blaise be Head Boy? Check the Yes Box or the No Box!

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Faerie x