Draco and Hermione waited all day for the announcement of Head Boy and Girl. The Prefects had been announced right after breakfast, which made the two even more nervous. Had they done something wrong to lose the Head position? Hermione thought about that time in third year when she'd been caught snogging Harry outside the Fat Lady portrait, but she was sure that had been looked over. She and Harry had given each other their first kisses, but quickly decided that kissing each other was like kissing a sibling. Minus the tongue thing, naturally.

Draco wrung his hands and remembered every miniscule thing he could've ever done: the time when he was turned into the bouncing ferret (he winced at the memory), the time when he tricked Goyle into believing that Professor McGonagall had a thing for him (Goyle sent her love letters for weeks), that April Fool's day last year when he told Professor Snape that his fly was open (which in itself was ridiculous, as he had his robes on anyways).

Later in the day, Draco had taken residence in the Prefect library and was scratching away in his leather-bound notebook when someone walked in. He looked up.

"Yes?"

A few moments later, he was prowling around the castle searching for the missing member of the meeting. Draco and Hermione's presence had been requested in Professor Dumbledore's office promptly. The Ravenclaw prefect (Padma or Parvati, he could never remember) had been sent to find him. She and the Hufflepuff prefect were waiting for the Gryffindor and Slytherin prefects to show up, and was sent to go find them. Draco told her he would find Hermione, and with that they departed.

Hermione was sitting by the lake, laying in the grass with her soft hair shimmering in the sunlight. Her eyes were shut in the pure bliss of soaking in the much needed sunshine. Draco almost didn't want to disturb her, but he knew he had to. He leaned over her, blocking the sunlight from her face.

"Hermione?" Her eyes popped open and she smiled peacefully.

"Care to join me?" Draco could think of nothing he would rather do, but he knew there was a meeting to take place in Dumbledore's office. He sighed.

"Wish I could. We apparently are having our last Prefect meeting, so I was sent to find you."

She yawned lazily and lifted her arms in the air. "Could you help me up, please?"

He grabbed her hands and swiftly pulled her up. She laughed.

"You're very strong, you know that?"

He grinned. "Tell me something Hermione, have you bought tickets yet?"

"To what?" she questioned.

"To the gun show, baby!" He pulled up his sleeves and started flexing. Hermione began to laugh and looped her arm through Draco's.

"Let's go before you scare someone, Silver."

They were on their way up to the entrance when they were stopped by two people. Harry and Ron glared at Draco.

"And what do you think you're doing? I thought you learned from our last meeting that you weren't to touch Hermione."

"Ron, what are you going to do, hex us both?" Hermione cocked her head.

"Of course not, 'Mione, you're going to move."

"Actually, we're both going to be moving. Hermione and I were just on our way to meet Professor Dumbledore. Wouldn't want to keep him waiting, would we?"

Draco gave his infamous half-sided, so-bad-it's-good, sexy smirk. They brushed past the two stunned boys, who were in awe of what had just happened. Hermione looked behind her, blew Ron a kiss, and winked. That seemed to be enough for Ron for now. Hermione was in a fabulous mood and the only thing that was going to bring her down today was if she didn't make Head Girl or Draco didn't make Head Boy.

The two other prefects were sitting in their chairs, tapping their fingers and resting their chins on their palms when Hermione and Draco walked in laughing.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, sir." Hermione smiled at her favorite old man. He grinned back with a twinkle in his eyes that seemed to say that he knew all about what was going on between Draco and Hermione. Well, ok, so what WASN'T going on between them.

"Quite alright, dear. Won't you have a seat?" With a flick of his wand, two plush seats appeared next to the others and Hermione and Draco both settled in.

"Good. Now, as you all know, this will be your last official meeting as prefects. You have all done a spectacular job this year of your duties, and I don't think Hogwarts has ever seen such dedicated students. You should be very proud of yourselves. As announced this morning, your replacements have been selected and I will expect you to have a word or two with them, just to let them know what they can expect.

"I also know that you are all waiting on the edge of your seats - quite literally, Miss Granger, " Hermione blushed and relaxed back in her seat. "- for the announcement of Head Boy and Girl."

He stopped talking and looked all four of them in the eye directly. A smile could be made out under his beard and his eyes twinkled mischievously. He knew the tension was so thick in there he doubted it could be cut with a chainsaw. Finally, after a few pregnant moments, he spoke again.

"Miss Patil? Mister Finch-Fletchly?" The Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff stood up excitedly as Hermione and Draco exchanged bewildered and disappointed looks.

"Yes, sir?" They each looked like excited puppies in a pet shop window.

"You have been great prefects. Thank you for your service. The meeting is over. Please, go outside and enjoy the day." Their faces fell as they left the room. Dumbledore flicked his wand again, and their chairs disappeared.

"Well, Miss Granger, Mister Malfoy... congratulations. You have been selected as next year's Head Boy and Girl." Hermione squealed and pulled an unsuspecting Draco into a bear hug. He relaxed into it soon enough, spinning Hermione in a circle before putting her down.

"I know how much work you've put into pulling your grades up, Draco. Hermione, that was very kind of you to help him out that way."

They both stood agape at the obviously amused old man.

"All I need," he said chuckling, "is for you two to get along next year."

They grinned. "Yes, sir." Draco turned to leave. "Hermione, you coming?"

"Oh, I have to ask Professor about something, you go ahead." He nodded and descended the stairs. Hermione turned back around.

"Professor? Harry told me he was in the running for Head Boy. But he wasn't a prefect."

"Ah yes. Well Mister Potter has done a great deal for this school, and only lost out on prefect because you had much better marks - and a far better record - than Harry. He would have made Head Boy if Mister Malfoy hadn't, because he would make a better choice than Justin."

Hermione nodded. "How did you know about our deal?"

Dumbledore chuckled again. "I know a great many things, Miss Granger. Enjoy your summer."

As she was leaving, Dumbledore popped a lemon drop in his mouth. As the drop melted onto his tongue, he couldn't help but think that next year was going to be his most interesting year of Heads ever. The romantic tension between the two was just begging to be prodded, and by golly, someone had better do it soon.

Even if he was the one that had to do it.