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Hermione and Draco stood up and nodded curtly at one another.

Harry and Ron sat speechless. Neither seemed to know what to say, Draco Malfoy? Headboy? Harry looked at Hermione and clenched his jaw before standing up and walking to the staff table. Professor McGonagall looked at him questioningly.

"Prefects please lead your houses to the dormitories. Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger, my office." McGonagall called to the Hall. Students started shuffling out of the room. "Potter, couldn't this have waited until after the feast?"

"No it couldn't, why the bloody hell is Draco Malfoy headboy? He tried to kill Dumbledore last year, he shouldn't even be at school." Harry said trying to hold his anger.

"Potter, I beg of you to watch your mouth and take your seat, I will explain this to you in due time if you wish."

"Bullshit!" Harry yelled a little to loudly. "Draco Malfoy is nothing more than a lowly cowering Death Eater to scared to do what it is his Master asked him to do. I for one refuse to respect or listen to him, I don't give a damn if he is Head Boy. He's nothing but an attempted murderer in my opinion." Harry slammed his fist on the table at the word damn and glared at McGonagall daring her to challenge him.

"Potter please go wait outside my office." McGonagall said dismissing him curtly.

Harry seemed to take a minute in deciding before heading out of the Great Hall, pushing through a group of third year girls. He headed up to the Headmistress' office, and before he knew it he was infront of the Gargoyle leading up the revolving flight of stairs. It was only then that he realised he didn't know the password.

"Lemon Drops?" Harry asked, knowing fully well it would have changed by then. The Gargoyle didn't move. "Damn it McGonagall, I could always figure out the password when Albus was alive." He said slightly teary eyed.

The Gargoyle jumped to life and bowed Harry up the stairs. Harry blinked and then grinned and muttered to himself. "Albus eh?"

Harry climbed up the stairs and walked down the hall to the Headmaster's old office. He opened the door to see both Malfoy and Hermione in chairs opposite McGonagall. Harry was glad to see the office hadn't changed much.

"Take a seat Mr. Potter.'' McGonagall said and flicked her wand and another wooden chair placed itself on the opposite side of Hermione. Harry slumped into the seat and looked at McGonagall expectantly. "Well, with that Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Granger. Just brush the painting and you can set your own password, now off with you." McGongall said dismisively.

Hermione looked at Harry and gave him a feeble smile before walking out of the room.

"Now, Mr. Potter. I do believe you crave an explanation as to the choice of Head Boy this year?" McGonagall asked. Harry didn't give her an answer, just nodded for her to go on. "Well Mr. Potter, I myself was thinking of another for the position but after Professor Dumbledore's will was found I recieved a letter instructing me otherwise. I will not tell you what this letter said, but I will however tell you it was one of Dumbledore's last wishes. So you'd do well to respect it!" McGonagall seemed to think this was enough of an explanation.

"Now, on the other hand Potter. Dumbledore had no living relatives at the time of his death. And he seemed to hold you in high regard, considered you to be the closest thing to a son he's ever had." Harry felt touched at the news of this. "And he left you a few personal items in his will, along with a good amount of gold and a letter explaining it all." McGonagall handed him a rather large bag filled with many numerous objects and a letter. She then dismissed him back to class.

Harry didn't know what to think, he did not however head towards the Gryfindor common room. He instead turned toward the Room of Requirement.

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"Well, what do you think the password should be?" Hermione asked of Draco, looking at him expectantly.

"I don't really care Granger. Just pick something, I'll be fine with it." Draco said lazily, not at all happy about spending a year with a Mudblood.

Hermione looked as though she was thinking then laughed and said to the painting "je aime."

"What the hell did you say?" Draco asked looking confused.

"Je aime," Hermione replied. "It means..." Hermione stopped and blushed. "It's french." She said before bounding in through the portrait hole.

Draco rolled his eyes and walked in behind her. The room was slightly impressive he had to admit. Handsome leather chairs and a matching couch sat in front of a warm fire. There where plenty of tables and a desk on which to study. There was a flight of stairs on either side of the room leading up to a balcony that wrapped all the way around the circular room and under the balcony, on the back wall was a library filled with more books than imagenable. Draco laughed to himself when Hermione immediately went to the books. Dumb bookworm.

"Oh my goodness, this library is amazing!" Hermione said in a tone of awe.

Draco walked over to the library and began looking at the books. A few caught his eye but nothing he couldn't find in the school library. The Malfoy library was much grander than this one he thought. Hermione made her selection and snuggled into the chair nearest the fire. Draco watched her curiously. He thought to himself, 'perhaps it won't be too bad.'

Draco averted his gaze and stared longingly into the fire. It looked warm and inviting, where as the fireplace at Malfoy Manor never turned so much as an ash. Draco yawned lazily and began to nod off to sleep. Soon he was in a dreamlike state, the last flames of the fire crackling feebly. Hermione closed her book and looked at him. She couldn't help but smile, he was almost cute when he was asleep. He didn't have that obnoxious smirk on his face and wasn't insulting anybody, in fact he had a small grin upon his face. Hermione laughed in her head, thinking this was the first time she had seen him smile.

"He probably doesn't have very much to smile about anymore," she thought to herself, thinking back to the events on the train. She knew it was none of her business but she was oddly curious. She wanted to know how he was feeling, she wanted to help him.

He stirred for a slight moment and the smile disappeared, it was instead replaced with a look of pure concentration, his forehead wrinkled and his eyes seemed set in a very vigorious position. He looked almost violent. Suddenly he jerked and began thrashing his arms around. Hermione gasped, terrified and yelled at him.

"DRACO! Wake up!" she shook him frantically until finally his thrashings subsided and he looked up at her in a cold sweat. "Are you okay?" Hermione asked in a very worried tone. "Can I do anything?"

"I'm fine." Draco muttered and then shook himself and staggered into his bedroom, slamming the door without another word.