Dumbledore then turned, looking at them all again. His tone making things even clearer to all of them as he continued.
"It is obvious that some members of House Slytherin are more deserving of both trust and authority, and this pains me. After all that has happened in the last year, I would have thought the life lessons would have prevented these things. Has not the death of some of your fellow students mattered at all to you?"
He was particularly looking at Pansy as he was speaking, disappointed to say the least in her callousness. His next words were very direct and harsh, but well justified as he did look right at her.
"A successor to Tom Tom Marvolo Riddle will not come out of Hogwarts... be it male or female, or from any House. I tallied all of the votes over the summer, and we have two Heads who are not Prefects."
Dumbledore paused, doing so as he gave Ron a knowing look and the red-headed boy smiled and nodded. Ron expected something like this, as it was fair in his mind. Dumbledore continued.
"For House Gryffindor, the Head Boy will be Harry Potter and the Head Girl will be Hermione Granger. For House Slytherin, the Head Boy will be Draco Malfoy and the Head Girl will be Arianna Jacobs."
He paused, knowing and expecting what happened next. Pansy erupted.
"That's not fair! I..."
"Have overstepped your bounds time and again, young Ms. Parkinson. I cannot remove you as Prefect, but I can make it where you and anyone else who abuses their post is kept in check. You and young Mr. DiAngelo may leave now."
Dumbledore didn't look at Pansy, who turned on heel, grabbing Dolph's hand. It was the most shocking moment, as one would have expected it from one of the students, especially one of the female students. It was tort and direct... and it came from Snape himself as Pansy's hand settled on the doorknob.
"Now now, Pansy. Don't go away mad. Just... go away."
The door soon slammed behind them, and Dumbledore had a rueful smile on his lips. The giggling naturally started from Ginny, Luna, and Hermione, while Harry and Ron smiled. Draco couldn't help himself, and he blustered with a hearty laugh that infected the other boys.