A/N: I am so so so so so so so so so so so sorry! I've been very busy! Well the next chapter will have a shorter wait, I promise! One million apologys! Without further adu! The newest chapter! Enjoy!

Hermione sat on her red velvet comforter as she waited for someone…anyone to arrive into the glamorous multi-colored dormitory. She was early…yes, but someone should have come by now. Bored, Hermione took out her eagle feather quill and dark red ink bottle. As she opened the little bottle it splattered all over her hand and shirt.

"Crap! I liked that shirt!" Hermione said angrily, but she wasn't really angry. She was thinking of only one thing and with that in mind she dipped her quill into the dried blood ink. Hermione didn't even bother with changing her shirt and instead for a half an hour (feeling like hours) she scribbled away drowning in her own sea of thoughts. She started out calmly and civilly, but as her anger grew, like a burning flame, the more the harshness of her thoughts formed words on her piece of aged parchment.

But she suddenly threw her quill down crying in defeat, "Do I really want this?"

A small voice in her head replied, "Yes, you do…you have since the beginning. Since you had to hide everything from his family and your family all summer. Remember last year, tsk tsk lying to Harry the entire year…faking little fights…flirting right under his nose! And now hiding everything from the school, too! Are you going to let him do that?"

"He's been nice it…it's just he doesn't seem to really like me. We don't even talk! Hardly, anyway! For all I know Luna could be his 'secret girlfriend' or something, ha!"

The voice spoke again , first quietly, but it became slowly in crescendo, "Do it…do it…do it…do it…Oh, just do it already!"

Hermione suddenly agreed with the voice after everything it had said. She picked up her quill quickly writing down two words, underlined them, and wrote her name in neat, red cursive. Before she could change her mind and rip the parchment to shreds she folded it into thirds, putting it primly in an envelope. As she sealed it she heard someone walk into the dormitory.

"And if it isn't the little mudblood!" insulted Pansy Parkinson as she dropped her pudgy owl onto her bed.

"And it's great to see you to, Malfoy's little slut! You know your really shouldn't treat your owl that way…put it in it's cage like normal people, perhaps," Hermione told.

"Why you little b-"

"NO! This is not happening! NOT TWO GRYFFINDORS!"

"Malfoy?" Hermione questioned.

"Drakey!" screamed Parkinson as she ran through the door like a banshee, hopped down the staircase to the officer common room, and tripped on the coffee table.

Hermione instantly fell into a fit of laughter as she jumped over Pansy and ran up the boys' staircase. When she reached a portrait of Prince Charming.

"I'm sorry dear lady, but I can not let ye into thy Sirs quarters!"

"It's an emergency! Pleeeeeeeeeease!"

"No."

"Pretty please!"

"No."

"With sugar on top!"

"No."

"Ice cream and hot fudge!"

"No."

"And a cherry!" Hermione said this as if she was swinging it right under his nose.

"Well I am very fond of-No!"

Pansy then appeared behind Hermione complaining about how her legs hurt and babbling about how her "Drakey" could be hurt as well.

Hermione getting very annoyed shouted, "Well if you won't open up I'll just have to kick through you!"

"One-"

"Please, fair lady, don't-"

"Two-"

"But Sir R-"

"Three!" Hermione yelled as she brushed her leg forward.

"OOOOOOOW! Shit!"

Hermione looked at the spectacle before her. While the painting of Prince Charming was wide open, Ron was crumpling himself into feeble position on the floor crying in pain.

"I'm sooooooo sorry, Ron!"

"You kicked me right in the b-"

"I know, I'm really really really sorry…" apologized Hermione.

"What'd you do now, Mi?" laughed a familiar raven-haired boy.

"Harry?"

"HERMIONE!" cried a blonde-haired Hufflepuff rather loudly.

"Hannah? What's the matter?"

"Last year, Ernie's marks weren't high enough so-so-so he's not a prefect anymore!" Hannah sobbed.

"Professor Dumbledore demoted him? He would never do that or at least it's not very like him…"

"That's what I said!"

"Now, now can we get back to the most important person…" Malfoy drawled.

Everyone looked at him as to say "who?"

"Me of course!"

The other prefects looked bored as they rolled their eyes, annoyed when Hermione spoke up, "And why would we care?"

"Because I'm the most important, dah! Didn't we already go through this? Anyway, someone explain why there is two Gryffindorks!"

"Why the hell would we know, Malfoy?" Hermione asked angrily as she glared at him.

"Well of course you wouldn't know, Mudblood…actually none of you stupid half-breeds would know. I'm going to go ask Dumb…bledore," Malfoy told separating the professor's name purposely.

"Oh, no your not!" exclaimed Hannah, now a little better though her face was still tear-stained.

"And why's that, Abbot?"

"I'm going to get to Dumbledore first!" Hannah explained.

"We'll see about that!"

"You did what?" McGonagall questioned appalled.

"I put realization draft into the boy's pumpkin juice," Snape replied as he and the other professor stood outside of Dumbledore's door to his office.

"This won't work…"

"Oh, yes it will! Boys like him are raised very different from us, Minerva. They think differently…he lives with closed eyes and ears…my potion will open them."

McGonagall opened her mouth to speak, yet Snape interrupted her.

"It will not change him into someone he's not only who he really is…"

Snape knocked abruptly on the wooden door. After a minute or so a familiar voice beckoned the pair in. The pair sat down in front of Dumbledore's vast desk.

"Is it true, Albus?"

"Yes, Minerva."

"But…why?"

"It is meant to be. He could survive on their side, but I will not let it happen."

"So according to Severus, this is not the real Draco Malfoy…but he will change? Is that possible," McGonagall inquired.

"Yes, Minerva, yes. In time-"

A clear knock then erupted from the door. Dumbledore replied with an old, weary voice, "Come in."

"Professor Dumbledore!" eight voices called.

Hannah and Draco had agreed to go to Dumbledore's office together. In the hall the group had met up with Padma Patil and Anthony Goldstein. While filling them in they made their way up to Dumbledore's office. Since they were all prefects they knew the password of course.

"Professor, why is their two Gryffindor prefects! The rules clearly state that-" started Draco.

"What about Ernie? Why isn't he a prefect anymore?" piped up Hannah.

"Ah, Miss Abbott…I did not demote Mr. Macmillan, he decided that he would be better academically without prefect duties to worry about. Mr. Potter was the next in line markwise…and the fact that he could not be a prefect last year for certain reasons…" he explained the last sentence with a twinkle in his eye as he winked at Harry, "As for the rules, Mr. Malfoy, they've been changed," The professor then ripped a page out of the book on his desk.

"B-b-but-"

"It has already been decided and done, Draco…now let's get you eight some hot coco," Dumbledore flicked his wand making eight steaming cups of hot chocolate appear in each prefect's hand, "-and off to bed! There's classes tomorrow!"

With that the eight prefects went back to their dormitory. O, what an eventful year was in store!

A/N: This chapter is very eventful just to show what it will be like with 8 prefects and 2 heads who don't always agree ;-) Please REVIEW! I apologize again for the lateness!