Draco reached the huge doors of the Great Hall and opened it slightly so that he could slip through. The first thing that caught his eye was Pansy smiling up at him, fluttering her heavily massacred eyelashes. Draco quickly looked away and towards the Gryffindor table. George was busy talking with Harry, both laughing at a joke Fred had told them.

Harry sensing that somebody was looking at them, looked up and saw Draco Malfoy standing by the door. His eyes flickered back to the Slytherin table and he walked towards the now waving Pansy. Draco forced a smile onto his face as he reached his mates in the Slytherin table. "Oh Draco! You're here! You'll never guess what, your father and his friends are setting another attack! You must be so proud!" Pansy moaned grabbing Draco's arm and holding it tight. Draco tried his best to pull his arm out of Pansy's suffocating grip, but he had no success and let it be. "Where's Goyle?" Crabbe grunted. "Just gone to Hogsmeade to do something." Draco replied. "He'll be back by dinner." "Ok." Crabbe grunted (or snorted) again. Draco couldn't quite tell the difference between his grunt or snort. Dumbledore's voice pierced their conversation, "For the first time ever in the history of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry we have a change of prefects this time of the year. Some will stay the same, while others will be changed, according to what they will do in time. "The academic, arithmancy, care of magical creatures, herbology, history of magic.(etc) prefect is Hemione Granger." "What about he tells us what Hermione isn't prefect for?" muttered Harry. "An exceptional total of 20 prefect offices - Hermione Granger has beaten the record at holding most prefect offices since Zibani Ziboni in 1937, who held 5 prefect posts." Dumbledore chuckled. "Suprisingly Zibani was also a Gryffindor." A huge roar of applause rose from the Gryffindor table. "No need for a drum roll eh?" laughed the professor. "Also holding prefect for Quidditch, potions, magical games and sports and the overall prefect for Slytherin is Draco Malfoy." A roar of applause now rang from the Slytherin table. "Would Hermione Granger please come forward." Draco looked towards the Gryffindor table expecting a pretty, slightly blushing girl stand up, but no one came.

Harry and Fred looked at each other questioningly. They'd both been at advanced flying when Hermione had been at advanced potions. (Draco took advanced flying at another time) It wasn't like Hermione to miss at meeting - a full school assembly at that and neither knew where Hermione had gone after the last class.

Murmurs rang throughout the hall and Draco's stomach tightened as the thought of his father getting to Hermione as she was a muggle frightened him. His face gave a tinge of a nervous pink, but decided no to think about it. Why would I care anyway? He thought to himself. She is after all a mudblood. But the squirming inside him did not leave as he waited nervously for Hermione to arrive, hoping and hoping that his father had not got to her first.