Disclaimer: Yeh, not mine, not mine, not mine. Is that enough now?
Committee, Elite
Previously:
"For your information Malfoy, I wouldn't sleep with you if I was paid. The sum would have to be a hell of a lot for me to even consider kissing you, you self-centred pureblood."
"You say that like it's a bad thing. So... you're saying you would kiss me?"
Hermione clenched her fists. Bloody hell, he knew how to make her angry. "That isn't what I meant and you know it."
"Yeh whatever Granger." And growing bored of the banter, he overtook the first year (A/N bless him, his legs are only little) trying to separate the distance between them.
Hermione sped up. How dare he walk away from her in the middle of an argument!
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Discussing Pressing Matters
Dumbledore had the plan laid out carefully in his mind.
He would tell them, then leave them both in his office for half an hour or so: just until they had come round to the idea. He didn't want to worry the rest of the school. Everyone was very familiar with the Malfoy-Granger collisions. They were legendary.
Dumbledore had lost his thought process… Oh yes, then he would set them free. He had a good feeling about the whole thing. It would be fine.
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Hermione and Draco stumbled into the office as the staircase disappeared from sight. The ancient stone had been desperate to get rid of the two bickering students as quickly as possible.
"Oh, right, so it's all my fault now."
"Well mostly, yes, Malfoy. If you hadn't tried your arrogant crap on him, he wouldn't have chucked the water on me."
"You look cute wet"
"Why don't you go and fuck off"
"Do you really want me to answer that? Come one. Like swearing at him to get the "fuck out of my way you useless existence of a poltergeist" helped his mood in the first place. You just need a scapegoat."
"Big word."
"Cheap shot.
Dumbledore coughed. "Would you both like to take a seat?" They sat down hurriedly. "I have called you here as a matter of urgent importance. As you may have noticed, I did not appoint either of you as Head Girl or Boy, although you would have been my first choices."
There was a pause. Hermione looked slightly distressed.
"You will hold a much greater position this year. Together you will make up the newly established, Core Committee. Of course, you will have Neville Longbottom and Susan Bones acting as your deputies, but I have already spoken to them."
Draco did not say anything. Hermione at least showed some reaction. "So what are we required to do exactly professor."
"Well…" Dumbledore looked a bit vague. "You will act as school unity promoters of course. Run workshops, set up events, try to forge inter-house relationships. That sort of thing. You will be teaching sixth and seventh years on Thursday mornings. The staff do not feel that you need focus on the lower years too much this year. If the is system proves to be a success, we will of course extend it to the younger years. Hermione, you will be teaching the Sixth year Slytherins, period one and the Seventh year Slytherins, period two. Likewise, Draco will be teaching the Hufflepuffs. You will of course be given several free periods each week in which to plan your lessons together. It will give you a chance to get to know each other better, since you will be living together this year."
Hermione had gone white. Her hands were fisted round the arms of her seat. Draco however, was shaking with laughter, panic and shock… And panic really.
Dumbledore stood up quickly and swept towards the door. "I will leave you in here alone for a few minutes. You can discuss any pressing matters with each other; start to organise yourselves perhaps. I will send someone to escort you in a few minutes?" With that he was gone.
The room was utterly silent. Hermione was on the verge of tears. "Someone up there really doesn't like me," she muttered under her breath.
"Yeh well, it's not exactly a joy for me either. I'm spending the year with a mudblood. What the hell are people gonna think. I'll have to talk to my father. He'll put a stop to the crap"
"Your father? YOUR FATHER! Your father is a prat with too much money and a few connections. He's almost as arrogant and psychotic as you are."
"Oh, I'm sorry. Was it something I said or have I just got you at the wrong time?"
Hermione stood up, clutching the back of the chair, ready to throw it at his smug, conceited face. "You're right you know." She gritted her teeth. "Purebloods should stick together. It would leave the rest of us free from the corruption and haughtiness of all you egotistical inbreds."
A flash of gold blinded her as a pair of scales collided with the window. The glass shattered and yells of surprise could be heard from the grounds several metres below. Her chair was torn from her hands and flung at the opposite wall. A portrait squealed from near-by and disappeared from the frame. "Your life is so fucking hard mudblood," Draco roared. "My heart bleeds for you. It really does."
"Oh, what. Poor little daddy's boy is having a tantrum?"
There was a timid knock at the door. Draco rounded on Hermione, his eyes flashing.
"FUCK OFF!"
"WITH PLEASURE! She stormed towards the door just as it opened to reveal a first year, waiting.
"Take me back, NOW!" Hermione snapped at the poor boy.
"Yes! For the love of God, take her away!"
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Hermione stormed down the corridor, the poor first year running along in her wake. Dumbledore smiled to himself. "Well that went reasonably well I think."
A/N a bit short I know, but all very relevant. Feel free to r n r
Draco: Why did we have to be escorted everywhere?
Author: To be honest, I don't trust you. Besides, you could've blown each other up.
Hermione: Nice idea.
Draco: Are we gonna start this all over again?
Author: Oh please God spare me. It's getting boring.