Disclaimer – Forgot about this earlier. 'Course, I'm sure you all know by now. All recognizable HP characters and products and spells and whatever belong to J.K. Rowling. There might be a couple of references to the movies, or I might accidentally include something that came from it. The movies are also property of J.K. Rowling, but they were produced by Warner Bros, so it's their property as well.
A/N – Not much of a feedback so far… Afraid there won't be much at all. Post-war. Voldemort is gone, and Draco and Hermione's actual romance will develop slowly, possibly beginning at a school dance, or something. Well, enjoy!
The meeting was held, as always, in the lounge. It resembled a court room, with a long desk stretching across the front of the room, where the Heads and the Professors would sit. Then, in front of that desk were smaller desks, with two seats at each, for the prefects of each house.
Draco and Hermione sat in their seats, while Professor McGonagall gave them a rather long 'briefing' on what they would be planning, and what they were responsible for completing.
"…And then, Miss Granger, you'll have to plan out the invitations. I understand that you are quite talented at performing calligraphy spells. Mr. Malfoy, you'll be responsible for the guest lists. All the sixth and seventh years are invited, and be sure to double-check, so that none of the students will be left out. Miss Granger, you can pick some of the music, we'd like to have a combination of both wizard and Muggle music. Mr. Malfoy, you can help her choose. Any questions?"
Draco had to bite his tongue to keep from asking, "Can you repeat that all over again? I lost you after 'and'." He turned his head to see Hermione nodding. He nodded too, then rose. Hermione was soon at his side. Professor McGonagall smiled approvingly, then left the room.
"Everyone! Pay attention!"
The prefects looked up, snapping to attention. Some of them were just scared that Draco might hurt them. Others respected him, and the rest were part of his Slytherin group. The Gryffindor prefects were reluctant, but with a Look from Hermione, they quickly joined the others and looked up.
Hermione cleared her throat, glancing at Draco to see if he wanted to tell them instead. He had already sat down, lounging languidly.
Hermione rolled her eyes, then began, "Ok. As you all know, every year, Professor Dumbledore and the other professors plan something special for us. This year, there will be a string of dances. First, there's the Masked Ball, in honor of Halloween. You'll all be able to wear your costumes, as long as they are decidedly appropriate for school." Draco snorted. Hermione glared at him.
Then she turned at the others. They were already whispering excitedly, the girls giggling, the guys grinning (no doubt at the thought of inappropriate costumes). She rolled her eyes inwardly, then continued.
"Following that will be the Christmas Ball. There will be two Hogsmeade weekends beforehand, one two weeks prior, and another one week prior, giving you the opportunity to purchase, and possibly exchange or return, nice dress robes, or whatever you think you'll need." Draco smirked. Teenage boys and their perverted thoughts.
Hermione paused to let the information sink in. The students were having trouble containing their excitement now.
"And finally, there will be a Spring Fling. Another dance, in honor of springtime. Then, for the end of year celebrations, the first and second years will get a chance to tour Hogsmeade beforehand, the third and fourth years will be having another dance, the fifth and sixth years will be taking a trip to Scotland, where Professor Dumbledore has a generous friend who'll be willing to give them a tour of the wizarding communities of Scotland. And finally, the seventh years will have the opportunity of visiting Muggle London!"
There was excited chatter among the fifth and sixth years of the trip to Scotland, and the Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Gryffindor seventh year prefects talked animatedly of the trip to Muggle London. The Slytherins scowled, shocked at the concept of going to a Muggle area. Draco almost choked. He had already been told this only half an hour ago, but the tidbit of information still shocked him. Granger probably couldn't wait to go. She WAS a Mudblood after all. He rolled his eyes, and stood up again.
"Ok, everyone! Meeting's over. Go back to whatever you were doing."
Everyone packed up quickly, and rushed through the doors, no doubt already planning what to wear, who to tell, the usual.
Hermione yawned. Time to go back to studying.
"Granger, before you go back to your 'secret space', do you mind helping me with something?"
Hermione whirled around, banging her foot against the hard-wood desk. She winced, then bit her lip, turning to Draco. "W-What do you need help with?"
Draco raised a brow at her pained expression. "Is it that bad having mean old Malfoy ask you for a favor?"
Hermione groaned, rolling her eyes. She REALLY did not need this right now. She counted to ten and forced a smile. "What is it, Malfoy?"
Draco took a deep breath, then mumbled, "I need help with my Arithmancy homework."
Hermione couldn't believe what she was hearing. "What?"
Draco sighed, then mumbled, this time louder, "I need help with my Arithmancy homework."
Hermione, still worrying that she might be hearing things, only nodded.
"O-OK. Meet me in the library tonight, right after dinner. If anyone asks, you can tell them you were doing your daily rounds, trying to frighten the first years."
Draco glared at her, but nodded. "See in the library then Granger. Don't forget! If I fail, I'm dead."
With that, he left, leaving a baffled Hermione behind.
Hermione sighed, then bent down to gather up her books.
Malfoy never did cease to amaze her.