Disclaimer- To my great misfortune, it is JK Rowling that is amazingly rich for creating the characters of Harry Potter, not me. She has the best life: living in Scotland, writing books that everyone absolutely adores, and becoming a millionaire because of that. SOMEDAY THAT WILL BE ME!

This is my second fanfic. Please review, but do not flame. Constructive criticism is encouraged.

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That night, two friends and colleagues sat together in the Head Masters Office, discussing the night's events. The woman was quite upset, growing more distraught with each moment. The old man on the other hand, was rather calm, taking note of everything that the woman was saying.

"But Albus, something must be done! For the past six years, Miss Granger has been the head of the class. She deserves something for all of her hard work," McGonagall said unhappily.

"We must remember that she is Miss Zabini now," Dumbledore said calmly, a troubled look on his face, "But you are most certainly correct. I myself can not believe that we even made such a mistake in the first place."

"We both know that once the Head Boy and Head Girl are chosen nothing can be done to replace them," McGonagall pointed out, "So whatever shall we do?"

The wise old man paused, deep in thought. Meanwhile, unbeknown to the two professors, a young man was standing outside; his ear pressed against the keyhole as he strained to hear what was being said.

"There is one thing," Dumbledore said slowly, "but it is not something that can help us."

"What is it Albus?" McGonagall questioned, "Is there something that can be done?"

Dumbledore gave a little sigh before replying, "There is one known case in which a Head Girl can be replaced."

"And what case would that be," she said, pressing him for more information.

"If a Head Girl does something which would set a bad example to the other students, it is required that she is to be replaced. Whether she behaves immorally or gives Hogwarts a bad reputation."

"But then there is nothing that we can do! That is her choice how to act, not ours," Professor McGonagall said, crestfallen.

"Indeed," replied a grave looking Dumbledore, "It is out of our hands."

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An incredulous Head Boy walked back to his dormitories, still amazed at what he had heard. Draco did not mean to eavesdrop. He had been patrolling the corridor, as was his duty, when he heard the two professors mention Hermione's name, he had to see what was being said.

It was certainly amazing that in order to get rid of Lavender, she must behave immorally. Draco knew that such a thing could easily occur, if only she had a reason to.

Now Draco wasn't a stupid boy, no matter what people thought. He had seen the way that Lavender was looking at him earlier; he saw the desire in her eyes. He also knew that if proper motivation were to be given, he could get Lavender to act quite immoral.

He could flirt with her, and even seduce her if necessary. He knew that she would definitely respond. However, if only he could get her to act as dirty in public, then she would be history, and Hermione would be restored to her rightful position of Head Girl.

Yet that was the catch. Nobody knew about their relationship as of yet, so its not as if Lavender would have reason to keep it a secret. Draco did not want to hurt Hermione, but he knew that he could accomplish it if he set his mind to it.

So what would he do? That question haunted him as he slipped into bed, in hopes that a prophetic dream would bring him the answer that he needed.

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Authors note: hey sorry I haven't updated in forever, my keyboard has been broken. What should Draco do?