Forbidden Love

Headboy & Headgirl

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Hermione's POV 

Several days later, after I recieved the news of becoming next year's Headgirl, McGonagall told me to meet her in her office at 6 o'clock Tuesday night. So at ten to six on Tuesday evening, I bid goodbye to Harry, Ron, and Ginny in the common room, and set out to Professor McGonagall's office. The walk to her office was rather uneventful, other than Peeves trying to drop a wardrobe on me. And that was fifteen feet in front of McGonagall's door, so I didn't even have to knock, as she heard the commotion. 

"Come in, Miss Granger, come in. Have seat as we wait for the Headboy to arrive." Five minutes passed. Then ten. At five past six, the door flew open and someone with a familar voice and strikingly blonde hair wheezed, 

"Sorry I'm late, Professor. Peeves held me up."

"That's quite alright, the same happened to the Headgirl here, have a seat Mr. Malfoy." Mr. Malfoy. No way. No way is he Headboy. It's not possible. He's not responsible, I....I have no words for this. Dra--Malfoy seats himself in the plush chair next to mine, all the while not bothering to look and see who the Headgirl is. 

"Alright now that you are both here, we will discuss next year. Miss Granger, do you have anything you'd like to ask? You seem to be wanting to say something." Professor McGonagall looks at me with the ghost of a smile, her eyes piercing me. 

"Granger? She's Headgirl? Ugh." Malfoy sneers before I can say anything.

"You're Headboy? You're too stupid to tell the difference between Amortentia and a common love potion. You're not top of every class, you're not responsible like me, you're-"

"Need I remind you, Granger, you aren't top of every class. In fact, Saint Potter is better than you at Defense Against the Dark Arts, and he's an idiot if I've ever seen one." 

"You're just angry he showed your father up last year, and he's much braver than you are, because I don't see you saying Voldemort's name. You and your pathetic family-"

"Don't call my family pathetic, mudblood!" Malfoy roars at me, standing up. My lip quivers with rage as I stand up too. I can't believe he just called me that cruel word, again!

"Alright, that's enough!" McGonagall shouts. "Ten points from both Slytherin and Gryffindor. Yes, Granger, from my own house. I'd expect the new Headboy and Girl to behave better than this!" I bow my head, my face red from embarrasment. 

"Sorry Professor." I mumble, as does Malfoy, although he doesn't sound sincere.