Draco Malfoy sat in his father's luxurious chair behind the dark wooded desk. He was bent over a pile of papers, preparing things for Lucius' funeral. It was set for 4 day's from today, the 6th of July. Draco had alerted all the papers to be there, but so far he only got a response from the Quibbler, telling Draco he would be there for full coverage. Draco however never invited the Quibbler, so he told Mr. Lovegood to not bother showing up.
The details were vague, but Lucius was pulled from the battle grounds along with 47 deceased Death Eaters and a couple from the Order; Mad-Eye Moody, Kingsley Shacklebolt, and Mundungus Fletcher. Many others where captured and a fair few are still in St. Mungo's.
Draco stood up from his papers, and stretched his arms out. Draco had filled out his form very nicely. His shoulders became broad, and his arms turned more muscle. He had grown about by a foot, leaving him at the sharp height of six feet and 3 inches tall. From all his hard Quidditch training, he had gained some powerful muscles, and had a nice six pack to leave the ladies drooling. His blonde hair had grown out, and now it sat just past his shoulder. Not like you could tell though, because he always had it back in a green ribbon. Like father, like son. But lately Draco hadn't been thinking so much like his father. He had been thinking much differently as a matter of fact. He was finally free to do whatever he pleased. He could now mingle with anyone he wanted, Muggle, Wizard, or Mudblood. Mudblood couldn't be found in his new vocabulary.
Ever since he was young, his father would tell him that Muggleborns had 'Dirty Blood'. They had no worth to the rest of the wizarding world. They always had something wrong with their lives. But, Draco had found out different while consorting with a Muggleborn for his fathers funeral. He realized thay aren't very different, besides there parents. So, after Lucius died, Draco had found new light in which to shine.
Dumbledore must have noticed this change before the end of the year, because he had called Draco into his office a few days before end of term.
Flashback:
"Come in." Dumbledore said as Draco rapped on his office door.
Draco strolled into the circular room, and found Dumbledore sitting on his high backed chair, with his fingers put together in thought.
"You wanted to see me Headmaster?" Draco inquired.
"Yes. In light of recent events and certain changes, I am here to offer you the position as Head Boy. Before you say anything, I would like to ask you a couple questions." He said with amusement, as Draco's eyebrows raised and his eyes lit up. "First of all, I have seen a change in the way you carry yourself, and the way you approach certain things. What has made you change so much?"
"Well, ever since the Final Battle, when my father passed away, I have taken some time to re-think the way he taught me. When I was five, my father started pulling me away from my mother, and taking me into his office. He would teach me about a variety of things. He taught me about honoring the family name, and standing up for it. He would teach me of my ancestors, and how they have affected how we live today. He taught me about his role in the raising of the Dark Lord, and of how he needed me in the play of how it would happen. He told me that I was an actor. I had to play the part of most feared kid in school. I loved the arts, and thought it would be fun to act. So, I told him I would play this part he was asking me to fulfill. Then my training began. He gave me lists of things to memorize, and charts to think about. He would wake me up at 6 am. sharp every morning. He would assign me homework, to complete every night. I did my homework to learn about this part I had to play."
"Can you describe to me, what this particular part would include?" interrupted Dumbledore.
"Of course sir. I had to be ruthless, stand up for the Family name. I had to treat Muggleborns like the scum on the bottom of my shoe. He taught me that Muggleborns were useless, and they had no right to be part of our world. But he also taught me that Muggleborns had to be in the wizarding world, to make the purebloods look superior."
"Right. Okay, well, how do you feel about Muggleborns? What's your take on them, not what your father fed to you when you were younger?"
"I have no problem with them. I met one and have spent some time with her. She's the lady helping me organize my fathers funeral. She seems genuine and all together a good person."
"Ah, okay. Now, on to the next question. What would you think about being Head Boy? Are you up for the challenge?"
"I would think I could handle it. I mean, if I can handle every night having homework when I was five, I think I could take on the job. It seems like an interesting thing to take part of."
"Okay, well then, one more question. Owing to the fact that you have not gotten along with her in your past years of study, Would you be able to cope with Hermione Granger as Head Girl?"
"Well, I believe I could take that on too. I have changed much since the Final Battle, and I haven't ever had a real conversation with her. So, I'm going to say yes. I can cooperate with her for our duties."
"Okay. Thank you Mr. Malfoy for your time, and as all the student body knows, you have to attend the Graduation Ball, as that's where the Head Boy and Girl are chosen, and you wouldn't want to miss it if you were chosen, now would you?" Dumbledore said with a slight smile, that not only showed on his mouth, but also in his eyes.
"Thank you Sir. I appreciate the thought of you putting me in the running for the Head Boy position." He said as he stood up and shook the Headmaster's hand.
"Oh, and Mr. Malfoy, could you please alert Ms. Granger that our meeting is over, and she can come speak to me as well. She'll be right outside the door.
"Yes, I could Professor Dumbledore."
He walked out into the large foyer outside of Dumbledore's office. There Draco found Hermione, sitting in a chair towards the fire, waiting for their meeting to begin. Hermione had heard the door close and she turned around slightly in her chair. Despite the fact that the War was over, Hermione was still terrified of Draco. She slunk back into her chair, and Draco began to speak.
"Ms. Granger, Dumbledore would like to see you." He spoke softly towards her, and that had frightened her even more. She stood up and Draco had a chance to look at her full form. She had also filled out, and the school uniform left no room for imagination. She has long, slender, and supple legs, which seemed to stretch on for an eternity. She had no stomach what-so-ever, and her bosom seemed to have grown over the years.
"Thank you Malfoy, but I don't appreciate you being smart with me. 'Ms. Granger... blah blah blah... I've heard enough bull from you to last me a life time." She said smartly as she whisked by him in an odd manor.
Draco peered over his shoulder as he was walking out of the foyer, and caught a glimpse of Hermione as she was closing the door. He smiled to himself, and whispered, "Yes, but you don't know how much I've changed."