A/N: Not really too much to say since I just posted earlier today. Sorry for any mistakes, I don't use a Beta. Other than that you know the drill. It'd be nice to know what you all think. Bad reviews are cool too, that means I know what to work on.

New Note: This title was initially called The Wager and Some Speacialty Head. The new title is much less crude.

Disclaimer: I am awaiting the day when I can disclaim in a witty fashion.

Blaise and Pansy watched the whole scenario from inside Blaise's office; he conveniently forgot to tell the others about the muggle device he had placed throughout HQ, at the littlest Weasley's suggestion. It was a video camera and it allowed him to see what was going on in a given room at any time. It was quite handy; he must remember to thank her.

As Hermione walked out of the room, she smirked to herself, went into her office and closed the door. Everything was going according to plan. What she didn't know, was that her plan wasn't the only plan that was going well.

Hermione worked all day to get the next paper out and ensure that Ginny's article was in it. As she was getting all of the prints sorted to be owled out, a letter from Dumbledore came.

"ZABINI! MALFOY! PARKINSON The letter from Dumbledore is here!"

Within three seconds Blaise and Pansy had sprinted into the sorting room, where as Draco sauntered in. Though it was quite obvious that he had run right up to the door then gained his composure and sauntered in so it looked as though he didn't care.

"Well hurry up Granger, what does it say?"

Hermione opened the letter with record speed and read aloud:

"Misters and Missis Granger, Parkinson, Malfoy and Zabini,

To say I was impressed with your proposal is an understatement. The details were thoroughly planned and as long as you are able to keep up with your classes and your duties as Head Boy, Head Girl and Prefects, the teaching staff and I see no objection with continuing the paper so long as you follow through with the additions to your staff and they too meet the standards of keeping up with classes and student duties. I would also like to say that I am overcome with pride at your abilities to prevail over house prejudices and work in tandem to bestow the school with a unique opportunity by providing Hogwarts with a school paper.

There are a few other issues that need to be discussed to make this paper a success. Firstly there is the issue of floo. I have made an exception; however there is no floo into or out of Hogwarts, only 'head floo.' This is of course for safety purposes. If someone wishes to enter the castle, they must do so traditionally. So make sure that you contact those whom such a change will affect. This may also mean that you have to change delivery dates and such occurrences that must be done, because as you know while there have been rare occasions when visitors arrive during the school week, they are not to interfere with classes.

The next immediate issue of concern is in regards to rooming with need not only to accommodate the needs of the newspaper, but the needs of your inter-house staff. I have spoken with some portraits, the teaching staff and Mr. Filch, and we have come up with a solution. Across from the Great Hall is the Portrait of the Faire Maiden, she had been taken down and put inside of a new room, more accurately she now lives in the new 'HQ' at Hogwarts. Where her portrait previously lived, is now an open archway. As far as entrances are concerned, it is not entirely ideal as I am sure you do not want students in there to sabotaging your hard work, there are wards up, and a few other security details that are best seen in person and ensure that only your staff and I can pass unless others have permission.

In the main entrance of your new offices, you will find Miss Parkinson's desk and other inter-house necessities, along with your house portraits. We have set up four extra portrait frames in the main entrance of your HQ. At the top of every hour, (eventually you may arrange other time periods) the house portraits will come to their new frame and ask if anyone plans on going to their house common room. No password is needed to enter your own house from HQ, but if you plan on entering another house, for whatever reason, you must know the password for that house.

All of the rooms you need for the paper will be replicated into the castle off of the Portrait of the Faire Maiden. It will be in the layout that you have drawn out in your initial letter and any of your stuff in your office will be replicated as it is in your office in Diagon Alley, I should be by on Tuesday to cast the spell.

In addition to your present HQ needs, there will be a common room for everyone to use for homework, resting, etc. Library access will also be provided. A mediocre sized library will be in your HQ common room as well as a portrait to allow direct access to the library should you need other materials.

I have also made several special accommodations, as Mr. Malfoy and Miss Granger are Head Boy and Girl; they get their own private room by default. As both are on the paper I have made their rooms directly connected to their office. Normally, no other students get their own room, but as Mr. Zabini and Miss Parkinson are also founders of this group and will be working closely and late into the nights with Mr. Malfoy and Miss Granger, I have made them too have personal rooms attached to their office. [In Miss Parkinson's case, a door on the side wall behind her desk.]

Finally, I have spoken with Mr. Filch, and after a long tiresome discussion, an executive decision was made that your staff is to have immunity after hours in regards to 'wandering'. Most of you are prefects and already have immunity, but for those students who are not, they will not be punished. However, no student should be wandering if they were not working on the paper at the time, nor shall they be wandering in unreasonable parts of the castle. Everything you need should be in the new HQ, however in my old age I may have forgotten a few minor details.

I am pleased to announce that Dobby and Winky are house elves that will be at your exposal should you need them. [Yes Miss Granger, I DID ask them if they would like to help you out especially, and no longer attend to the entire castle. They will be attending to the needs of the paper personally, should you need their assistance.] They will be able to provide food and an extra hand if one or two or even four hands are needed. Additionally they will maintain the Owlery I have set up for the paper and all letters meant for the paper should turn up there. All owls, even those that visit will be taken care of and will be treated as our own owls are treated.

Please inform your new staff of my arrival and of these conditions. If it is possible I would like for the entire staff to come the week before school to get settled in, because as you know there will be no time between the feast and your first day.

I will see you in a few days time,

Yours Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore"

"You know Drakey Poo, he's not nearly as daft as you seem to think" commented Pansy with a smirk.

Draco glared at her, "I didn't say he was daft Parkinson, I said he was cracked and a fool, which clearly he is, I mean letting students have access to floo and unlimited visitors, and students run about the castle, one of which a Death Eater. What is that man thinking? And DON'T call me THAT."

"But Drakey Poo, I thought you were innocent?" she said with a triumphant smirk.

"Shut it you cow, I am innocent, but that's beside the point, I still have the mark and WHAT did I TELL you about calling the THAT?!"

"Whatever you say Drakey," her smirk more prominent than ever.

"Ughhh."

Throughout the entire exchange, Blaise and Hermione had raised their eyebrows in mild interest. How Draco was unable to realize that Pansy bating, was beyond them. It was common knowledge that Pansy and Draco were nothing more, nor will ever be, anything other than close friends.

"I'm going to my office, I'll see you later, Granger, don't forget about the little proposition we discussed earlier."

"Wouldn't dream of it Malfoy."

With that he walked out of the room and into his office, whereas Hermione walked into hers.

Blaise turned to Pansy and asked, "How long do you guess before she walks in accepting the wager?"

"I'd say she walks in there in half an hour, but doesn't concede."

"Care to wager on that?"

"You're on, if she disagrees, I get double my salary."

"That's nice, when she agrees you can take me on a date, I'll pay but I get full treatment, dinner, dancing and fantastic shagging with your specialty head."

"You've got to be kidding me…Oh alright but I better get a raise either way."

"Ohh, don't worry love, you're going to raise something, but it isn't going to be money," he said suggestively while wiggling his eyebrows.

Pansy rolled her eyes, but followed Blaise into his office where they would count down the half hour.

Sure enough half an hour later, exactly, Hermione walked out of her office and into Malfoy's while the other two watched intently on the screen.

Draco was resting in his chair leaning back with his eyes closed and arms placed on his stomach. A few strands of hair were in his eyes, but he was so at peace he hardly seemed bothered.

When Hermione saw him resting, she walked over to his desk and noticed his journal. Draco's journal was something Hermione had been dying to get a hold of. She was sure he listed every single one of his conquests and she was also sure it had his true feelings about his father and his Death Eater 'adventures'. She was dying to know where Malfoy's loyalties lay.

As she made to touch the journal, Malfoy grabbed her wrist making not only Hermione jump but Blaise and Pansy as well.

"Good evening Malfoy," said Hermione with a smile while her hands were still in Malfoy's grasp.

Draco smirked knowing what she wanted to talk about, "Good Evening Mudblood, how are you, anything I specific I can help you with?" he said cheekily.

Hermione merely rolled her eyes while Draco let go of her hand. "Lovely journal Malfoy, I didn't peg you as the type who had feelings, let alone wrote them down, isn't that a bit un-Slytherin of you?"

"I am a man of many entities Granger," he said almost bored.

"Could you be more odd?"

"Could you be more desperate to read it?"

"Alright Malfoy, about that little wager of yours?"

"Yes, Mudblood?"

"Count me in."

Blaise turned to Pansy and smirked, while she scowled.

"The terms?"

"If I win, I become a full partner in the paper. That and you have to seduce Lavender while you're trying to complete this challenge."

"And if I win?"

"I'll give you what you've been obsessing about ever since I started working here."

"You'll have to be a bit more specific Granger," his tone still bored.

"In terms you'll understand? I'll fuck your brains out."

Malfoy raised an eyebrow and smirked while Blaise and Pansy's jaws dropped to the floor, there was no way they heard those words come out of Grangers mouth, in that order to Draco Malfoy. It wasn't possible.

"Really now Granger, first off, why would you think I'd even shag a mudblood like you? Second, do you even know were Brown's been? She's a dirty little Gryff. Beside which, the paper is my life, that is to say if you exclude shagging and therapy. You would turn it into some sodding brain paper and all my entertainment articles would be out the door. What makes you think that I would even agree to that wager?"

"That's easy Malfoy, I am the only person you can't have and it kills you."

"No way Granger, I'm sorry, but that's not good enough."

He went to dismiss her when she leaned over showing a nice amount of cleavage and said against her better judgment, "I'll let you put it anywhere."

Malfoy cringed at the possibilities of that statement and made an 'oooh' with his lips. He cocked his head to one side and considered this notion strongly. "Alright Granger, you got yourself a deal."

Hermione smirked and shook his hand before walking out the door.

Blaise turned to Pansy, who was scowling, and said with a grin," So love, what time shall I pick you up?"