Disclaimer: Once again, I'm writing fanfiction. I own very, very little.

"Well I think it's ridiculous!" Hermione exclaimed to her two best friends as they walked down the hall. They glanced over her head at each other, sharing an amused glance.

"I think it's fairly interesting. And the money goes to a charity, right?" Harry replied, smiling, and Ron nodded in agreement.

"It'll be interesting to see who'll pay what for who."

"For whom, Ron. For whom," Hermione corrected tiredly, then stopped dead. "Are you two signing up?"

"Yes Hermione," Harry sighed, grabbing her arm and tugging her along. He grinned. "After all, being up there on the list of "Most Bed-Worthy Guys At Hogwarts" does have it's responsibilities."

Ron laughed as Hermione scowled. "How did you find out about that list?" She asked, beginning to smile a little herself.

"We know things Hermione," Ron said, giving her a wink. She grinned at him and hit his arm playfully. Harry shook his head at the two of them, but was happy Hermione was done ranting by then.

"Granger and her play toys," came a low voice from behind them. "I'll have you three know I was number one on that list."

"How do you all know about the list?" Hermione asked exasperatedly, steadfastly ignoring Malfoy.

"Why Granger?" Malfoy asked, his trademark smirk making an appearance. "Did you vote?"

"I wouldn't dream of it," Hermione said, pursing her lips and meeting his gaze head-on.

"Above hormones in general now Granger?"

"Shut it Malfoy," Ron growled in typical Ron fashion.

"I was wondering if your two goons would actually talk," Malfoy said, directing his comments solely at Hermione.

"You're one to talk," Hermione replied, looking past him at the small gaggle of Slytherins.

He scowled. "On a brighter note, good luck winning me in the auction."

"Win you? Of all people, Malfoy, who I'd waste my money on, you are way down there on the list," Hermione replied, matching his scowl.

"So sure Granger, so sure," he replied, smirk returning, before walking down the hall.

"So, Hermione…" Hannah Abbot began as she sat down next to her friend.

"Hannah, if you're going to ask me about the auction, expect to get your head bitten off."

Hannah laughed. "Well, it's not that bad of an idea."

"All the prefect's voted against me on this one Hannah!" Hermione burst out, shaking her head and rolling her eyes.

"Hermione, dear, not everyone is always going to agree with you," Hannah replied tenderly, and somewhat sarcastically.

Hermione smiled at her friend, relaxing a little. "I know, I know. I just think it's a terrible idea."

"Well I don't," Hannah replied curtly, earning her a glare. "It raises money for the charity of your choice, and you get to spend time with a guy who you might never had had a chance to before," Hannah defended practically.

Hermione reflected on this. "It could be any charity, right?"

"You're the Head Girl," Hannah said, grinning.

"Yes, but most people are so caught up in this they know more about it than I do!" Hermione said, just as Lavender and Parvati rushed past, talking about the auction.

"Right then," Hannah said after she and Hermione had recovered from their laughter. "Now you just have to choose which boy."

"Why do I feel like it's mating season?" Hermione groaned as Hannah led her down the hall to the station where all the boy's names and profiles were set up.

"Here's the top ten list," Hannah said, gesturing to a wall of spinning heads.

"That's a little disturbing," Hermione replied, looking at the display.

Hannah half rolled her eyes at Hermione. "Let's see, there's Harry and Ron, who you should probably leave to the girls who have mad curhses on them," Hannah mused, and Hermione nodded as she bit her lip thoughtfully. "Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy from Slytherin, probably both out, right?" She turned to see Hermione's furtive nods. "Though they're not too shabby in the looks department…Anyways, a Ravenclaw Quidditch player; might be just your type Hermione. Smart and athletic." Hermione raised her eyebrows at her friend. "Fine then. A Hufflepuff boy who's a bit of a player and I wonder how he got into Hufflepuff?" Hannah said, shocked as she noticed the boy for the first time.

"Hannah?"

"Oh, I just hate him with a burning passion Hermione." Her tone became a little less lethal. "No biggie."

"Right." Hermione stared at the wall. "What's the Ravenclaw's name?"

"Tory," Hannah said, spinning to face her friend. "You're loaded."

"He'll be expensive."

"Very."

"I feel like I'm talking about meat."

"Or puppies!" Hannah offered happily as the two of them left the small room.

"It's a ridiculous idea!" Hermione began, and Hannah calmly listened to her rant until they reached the Great Hall for dinner.

A/N: Just a quick idea that I hadn't seen anyone else do and I thought might be an outlet for humour. Tell me what you think and if you have any suggestions…