'Through out these years…we've had our Parents and Teachers…tell us what to do…tell us how to do it, and everybody whinges, even I did. But to tell you the truth, if we didn't have these people backing us up, we wouldn't have gotten this far. As much as you think you made it on your own, we all had help', as he waved his hand into the audience there was a big nod of a lot of heads.

'We've been told what jobs to have, we've been told how we have to act, but if we went past all that, we would have all flopped. Even I. Now, Graduating class Of 2005, I wish each and every 1 of you, all the best, Thank you', a loud applause broke the clear lining in Draco Malfoy's skin as he sat back down in his chair next to the Head Girl, Hermione Granger, and Hogwarts Headmaster, Professor Dumbledore. It took quite sometime to quiet the noise that was still ringing in the Great Hall. A chant of "Draco Malfoy" from the Slytherins could be heard the most.

'Quiet please', was all McGonagall had to say, as the Whole hall went silent, 'Thank You Draco, your speech was…Inspiring. Introducing Miss Hermione Granger to read out the awards rewarded', everybody clapped politely as she sat down and Hermione walked to the stand.

'Hello, these aren't your average awards…these are awards for the flirtiest person and so on. Now, to warn you, I did not decide these, the whole of Hogwarts did…remember that poll you did in Transfiguration that is what this was for. Now, Most eligible Bachelor is: Draco Malfoy', a sweet applause came from the guys and the parents, but a number of squeals could be heard among the girls.

'The person who snores the loudest is: Gregory Goyle…Oh and Vincent Crabbe', laughter arose from everybody except the two rocks like lumps easily seen through the movement.

'The most eligible woman is: Parvati Patil', the guys hooted as Parvati stood up and took a bow.

'The Smartest Person…No wait, People are: Hermione Ganger and Draco Malfoy', Hermione beamed, a little, everybody knew she was peeved at the fact that Draco came in a tie with her, 'Thank you, Professor McGonagall?' Hermione sat down, and began to twiddle her thumbs.

'How odd is that, Thank you, Miss Granger, and Thank you, Everybody, If you would all like to head out to the Quidditch pitch, Each team has prepared a little…should we say dance on the air', everybody laughed and began to stand as McGonagall sat down next to her all time favourite student, Hermione Granger.

'I would like to say Good…' McGonagall put he hand up to stop her.

'No child…it is never Good-Bye…And never shall be', Hermione smiled at her wise teacher, and caught herself and the woman in front of her of guard, by throwing her arms around her.

'Thank you, Professor for everything', the old and the young sat there in each other's arms for awhile, while another little conversation was going on next to them.