Author's Note: After the last chapter Author's Note, I need to confess a few of my sins. The biggest is my denial to acknowledge my own mistakes… and they are MANY. I wrote the bad grammar that you've read so far and then tried to blame my mistakes off on an old Beta who I didn't even want to mention by name. The real reason why I didn't want to mention her name is the 5 Steps of Grief that I extensively went through after she dumped me. It was my own Battle of Hogwarts, Chamber of Secrets, and Department of Mysteries rolled up into one. Truth is - this story was practically co-written by this person back in 2007. She worked tirelessly to smooth the flow, edited out the bad grammar, and polished it with various character comments and plot suggestions. I even offered her an official co-author acknowledgement back then but she humbly refused. Instead, I awarded her hours and hours of work by dedicated the entire story to her on the last chapter.

Story is dedicated to the lovely, beautiful, exciting, funny, witty, neurotic, a bit sadistic, sexy, brilliant, loving, radiant Amy, aka Harrysmom.

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Chapter 8 - Anti-Magical Cleaning Hex

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Hermione's POV:

Hermione had mix emotions after leaving the Gryffindor Common room to go to her private Head Girl & Boy suite. She was happy to hear from Ron and laughed along with Harry and the rest of Gryffindor at Ron's humor. Ron could always bring a chuckle or a silent laugh out of her. Although she never told him out of fear that he would turn more and more like his older brothers, Fred and George. However, she was also sad to hear the pain and anger directed at her from Ron. She decided that if she was ever going to make her relationship with Draco work then she would need to get Draco, Harry, and Ron to like one another.

An impossible task for anyone else, other than herself – the smartest and best Head Girl that Hogwarts ever had. At least this was what she viewed herself as and secretly even hoped to have it written in Hogwarts, A History as such.

"Draconus Nimbulas!" Hermione said to the portrait of Sir Cadogan guarding the entrance of the Head Boy and Girl's suite.

"Enter milady," replied the old knight trying to stay upright on his steed but falling off after he opened up the entrance for Hermione. "Whoa you blasted mule, I said whoa…please whoa!"

Hermione walked into the Head Common room to see Draco sitting in his armchair looking up at her in a brooding mood.

"Draco what's wrong?" Hermione asked running over to Draco.

"Nothing sweet," Draco said, then grabbed Hermione and forced her to sit on his lap so he could turn her head and give her a passionate kiss.

"Mmm, really you can tell me," Hermione pleasantly said, after she withdrew slowly from the kiss and wrapped her arms around Draco's neck.

Draco pushed her hair aside to see the old and small bruise on Hermione's face.

"Did Potter and that Weasley girl apologize for what they did to you?" Draco asked as he looked directly in Hermione's eyes waiting for a response.

Hermione stiffened, as she never got around to asking for their apology. To make matters worse, Draco would be angry if he knew that she stayed up in the Gryffindor Common room to listen to Ron's letter. She thought it better to distract him before she answered; she leaned down and initiated another deep kiss only to have it broken off by Draco now scowling at her.

"They didn't, did they? I am sick and tired of Potter always getting away with breaking the rules." Draco spouted after pushing Hermione off his lap.

"Please, Draco, if you two could just sit down and let him see the real you-," Hermione begged, as she was scared for her best friends as Head Boy Draco could possibly get them expelled.

Draco reached up and rubbed Hermione's bruise before softly growling, "No one attacks me and my girlfriend and gets away with it. One way or another, they will pay. He won't have his bumbling sidekick to protect him now. He's probably off washing dishes somewhere."

"Draco, they are my friends and I won't let you do anything to them." Hermione ordered, turning a serious and demanding stare at Draco.

"Relax sweet, I plan to follow the rules, unlike Potter, by asking for his suspension and expulsion during the next staff meeting. They will have to agree to it as it was in full sight of everyone." Draco bragged, with his trademark sneer and then he gave a sweet smile to a nervous Hermione.

"Draco please - don't, I beg you." Hermione pleaded, as she stepped closer to Draco and placed her hands on his chest.

"Hermione, we agreed when we became Heads to enforce the rules." Draco stated, while closing his hand on top of Hermione's hand.

"I know, but…"

"But nothing," replied Draco and then finished the discussion by shoving Hermione up against the wall and kissing her forcefully.

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"Well that the last item on the agenda is there anything else?" Professor McGonagall asked to the crowded staff meeting in Headmaster Dumbledore's office.

Hermione immediately raised her hand.

"Miss Granger," remarked Professor McGonagall, in a tone that she expected for Hermione to have something to say first.

"Thank you, Professor," replied Hermione, as she stood up from the couch sitting beside Draco. "We, Head Boy Mr. Draco Malfoy and I are aghast at the lax and illegal uniforms and dress code that students are wearing and we wish to strictly enforce the official Hogwarts dress code rules."

Hermione smiled at a non-committal Draco when she mentioned him as the Head Boy, and failed to notice the slash of disgust from Hagrid, Professor McGonagall, and a few of the other Professors in the office.

"Excellent suggestion, the students have been violating the rules for far too long. I fully endorse this and second the motion." Professor Snape added and briefly nodded at Draco in approval.

"Yes… very well. Are there any other items, important ones perhaps?" Professor McGonagall remarked slightly aggravated by Hermione's suggestion and presences.

"Yes, Professor, a very important one." Draco offered as he stood up to address the staff meeting.

"No," whispered Hermione realizing what Draco was about to say.

"Go ahead, Mr. Malfoy," ordered Professor Dumbledore from behind his desk and staring down at Draco through his half-moon glasses.

"I wish to bring to the staff's attention the disciplinary problem of Mr. Potter and Miss. Weasley." Draco said in a formal tone of voice as he addressed everyone in the room.

"Ferret," muttered Hagrid standing in the back of the room.

Draco ignored the degrading comment and pressed on.

"Last Wednesday in the Great Hall, Mr. Potter and Miss Weasley did malignantly and appalling attack both Miss Granger and myself without provocation. I request that they be order to attend a Student-Professor disciplinary hearing chair by Professor Snape and the Heads for expulsion." Draco said, smugly and confidently in a formal manner as if he was delivering a speech to Parliament.

"Mr. Potter has been breaking school rules for years and he should be held accountable for his irresponsible actions." Professor Snape added in agreement with his favorite pupil.

"No. Staff dismissed." Dumbledore said dryly, showing a small smile at a shocked and outraged Draco who was flabbergasted by his decision.

Hagrid and most of the staff stood up to leave, but stopped as Draco stormed up to Dumbledore's desk to yell. " So, once again Potter gets away with it! I guess the rules don't apply toward your favorite and that pathetic Weasel family – who are nothing but a bunch of dropouts!"

The room filled with the crackling noise of Hagrid's knuckles, but Dumbledore waved him off before re-addressing Draco.

"Mr. Malfoy if anyone is to be expelled it should be you. For years, you have used the rules when it met your purposes and ignored them when it did not. I am well aware of all your activities these last six years. The reason you are still here today at Hogwarts is out of respect for your Head of House, Professor Snape. The reason why you are a Head Boy is also out of respect for Professor Snape. As for the matter of Mr. Potter and Miss Weasley, the fight was something that you initiated, as you so often do, by antagonizing them about Mr. Weasley. Who is not a dropout, but a Co-op student – who will return. I can imagine his reaction, on his return, to the news of you antagonizing his sister and best friend will be somewhat more heated than what you faced in the Great Hall." Dumbledore firmly said, as he noticed the flash of anger on Draco's face at hearing Ron will return, and then a flash of fear at Ron's future reaction to him.

"Furthermore, Mr. Malfoy, I have only one expulsion paper already filled out inside my desk. It has your name on the top of it and only requires my signature at the bottom. I plan to give copies to the Ministry, Gringotts Bank, and to the Malfoy family banisters. Oh yes, Mr. Malfoy – I am well aware of your trust fund and how you will not be able to collect a single Knut of it, if you are an untrained wizard expelled from Hogwarts." Dumbledore stated while lifting the expulsion paper out of his desk for a wide-eyed Draco to see.

"When my Father-," growled Draco before Professor Snape put a hand on his shoulder to silence him.

"If he escapes one more time from Azkaban, after I have already personally put him in there, than I will be forced to wipe his memory of every evil Dark Arts and magical spell he ever learned and force him to live his life as a Muggle." Dumbledore snapped, with a look of blazing anger in his eyes as he leaned menacingly forward toward a surprised Draco.

After a brief second, Dumbledore leaned back in his chair and his temper before he finished talking. "Perhaps as a useful Garbage Collector, often the most manual of labor jobs are the most rewarding."

Draco was forced to retreat in fear and disgust at the mentioning of losing his huge trust fund and his father being turn into a family embarrassing Muggle Garbage Collector. Professor Snape assisted by swiftly pushed him out of the office past the chuckling of Hagrid and some of the other staff members at the door.

Soon the office cleared out except for Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, and a timid Hermione.

"Miss Granger is there something else?" Dumbledore asked coldly toward Hermione still sitting on the couch.

"Err… I can't believe. He really is nice once you get to know him, Headmaster." Hermione said, timidly and at a lost to explain Draco's actions.

Professor McGonagall rolled her eyes and turned her back on Hermione to pick up a pile of paperwork off Headmaster Dumbledore's desk.

"Perhaps you're right, Miss Granger," replied Dumbledore with a small smile on his face as he looked at Hermione. "Miss Granger, I realize you're busy what with your studies, and now the new responsibilities of enforcing dress codes. However, I was wondering if I can press upon you for some assistance."

Hermione jumped up from the couch full of excitement and said, "Yes, Headmaster, I be happy to help."

"No, on second thought, you are much too busy for this," remarked Dumbledore feigning his earlier request.

"No sir! I be delighted to help. I mean, I am extremely busy right now, but I consider it my duty to help out with the school, the Order, or even the war effort." Hermione pleaded, as she excitedly jumped up to in front of Dumbledore's desk.

"Nothing of that scale, but it is something you have been crusading for the last few years. In fact, I heard about your lengthy speeches to the House elves right before the evening meals. The elves were most excited to report this back to me." Dumbledore said, as he stood up and guided Hermione to the back of his office.

"Ha-ha, oh yeah… excited," cracked one of the Headmasters Portraits before feigning sleep again.

Hermione wasn't sure with what the former Headmaster meant by that. Headmaster Dumbledore didn't even seem to notice.

"Thank you, Headmaster." Hermione continued on. " I'm afraid I haven't converted any of the House Elves beside Dobby with S-P-E-W doctrine, but I feel I'm slowly making progress." Hermione proudly stated, not noticing Professor McGonagall rolling her eyes again as she was pretending to be busy signing paperwork.

"Yes, about S-P-E-W views, you probably noticed my office is a little bit unclean since the last time you were up here requesting longer classroom hours for the students." Dumbledore replied, as he stopped in the back of his office and smiled warmly at Hermione.

"Merlin," moaned another Headmaster Portrait who then quickly feigned sleep.

"Well, I didn't want to say anything about your office. Professor about the request for longer classroom hours that we could really use-" Hermione said, after looking around at the dirt and dust in Dumbledore's office.

"No, I'm afraid the Board of Governors turned down your wonderful proposal for longer classroom hours," replied Dumbledore as he showed a face of regret for Hermione.

"Darn," pouted Hermione not noticing several of the Headmaster Portraits roll their eyes and shake their heads disapprovingly at her.

"Miss Granger, the house elf who usually cleaned my office has been out sick for a month, poor boy, and I am afraid to admit as the World's Greatest Wizard – I am simply horrible with cleaning spells."

Hermione chewed her bottom lip to keep from smiling after learning Dumbledore could not perform elementary cleaning spells.

"No problem, Headmaster," remarked Hermione pulling out her wand.

"No, I'm afraid at my old age that I accidentally performed an Anti-magical Cleaning Hex on my office. Even our own Professor Flitwick is unable to remove it." Dumbledore alleged, with an embarrassed expression on his face.

"Oh… I guess we will have to do it the Muggle way then." Hermione reasoned than paused to think about what the Headmaster explained to her. "Er… Headmaster, I never heard of an Anti-magical Cleaning Hex." Hermione said, wondering if the Headmaster had really done that, but not willing to doubt him.

"It's an old spell… but not a very useful spell, I'm afraid. I can imagine you never read about it. Why would you?" Dumbledore asked as he stopped to pick up a small wastebasket and then guided Hermione to his office door.

"I guess not. I can't imagine too many wizards and witches wanting to perform that spell," Hermione cracked in agreement.

"Not many indeed. You can find brooms, brushes, and cleaning supplies with Mr. Filch. You can start with cleaning this wastebasket and then tomorrow you can clean the rest of my office right before the evening meals. Thank you, Miss Granger." Dumbledore ordered, as he swiftly handed Hermione the wastebasket and even more swiftly guided her out of his office.

The Headmaster's office door magically slammed shut behind her.

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Professor's McGonagall's POV:

"Albus, an Anti-magical Cleaning Hex?" Professor McGonagall skeptically inquired, as she looked at Dumbledore with an expression that she knew no such spell existed.

"The youth sometimes blindly follow authority," replied Dumbledore smiling at himself as he returned to his desk.

"Unfathomable brilliant book smarts and not an ounce of street smarts." Professor McGonagall stated, while looking at the couch where Hermione just set in.

"I believe that was Mr. Weasley's department."

"Speaking of, I take it that wastebasket was previously used by Mr. Weasley." remarked Professor McGonagall in a knowing fashion at Dumbledore.

Headmaster Dumbledore merely smiled in reply with his eyes full of mirth.

Hermione's POV:

Hermione stood outside of Dumbledore's office and wondered how she just got kicked out of his office so quick. She then looked down at the wastebasket and noticed smelly old vomit inside it.

"Eww," thought Hermione as she searched for Mr. Filch and the cleaning supplies.