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Granger had long since finished her potion, so she had started to observe the other students, working on theirs. She stared, horrified, at Neville, as he prepared to chuck a handful of boomslang in his cauldron.

'That boomslang is very flammable! He was supposed to let it cool for 2 to 3 minutes before slowly adding a small amount. It's bound to explode!'

"Neville-STOP!" she hissed.

He looked back at his directions, and then sent Granger a grateful glance. She was about to return it with a nod, as to say 'no problem' when she saw Neville's look of thanks transform into a look that made her quite sure he was trying desperately hard not to wet himself with fright. She followed his glance up behind her shoulder and caught the eyes of Neville's problem.

"Aha, Mr. Longbottom," growled Snape, "cheating with Miss Granger, I presume?"

"He was doing no such thing, professor! We simply-"

"As I recall, I asked Mr. Longbottom," Snape said, staring at Neville.

"N-n-no professor…she…I…" he struggled to get out, suddenly very unnerved as he felt the whole class staring at him.

"I see," Snape cut him off quickly, with a look of utmost distain on his face "next time, Mr. Longbottom, you intend on courting Miss Granger, please do so outside of my classroom."

'Well, it could have been worse.' Thought Hermione, 'he could've taken away points from-'

"And by the way, 10 points from Gryffindor, and a detention, this evening, for your cheek, Miss Granger."

I was absolutely hysterical, inwardly of course, because unlike Potter and Weasel, a Malfoy like myself does NOT have such weaknesses as displaying fits of giggles every time I feel like it. Anyway, seeing Granger trying desperately to keep herself in check while she was so obviously livid was one of the highlights of my life. The little mudblood has no idea how to control her emotions, so I got to see them all play across her face. From her self-importance while she helped that oaf all the way to her humiliation. Humiliation and infuriation are my personal favorites though, I should see to it that she looks those ways more often.

She caught my eyes and I'm after I sent a dashing smirk her way, one that women of all four houses should surely fall at my feet for, but all I got from her was a strong, strong glare. Just what I had been going for. I left that class feeling just dandy. Well, dandy isn't quite the word.

"Curses!" I muttered under my breath.

Dandy is the kind of word you use to describe a bloody Hufflepuff! I, Draco Malfoy, am NO Hufflepuff! I left the dungeons feeling quite…mischievous.

"Mischievous, yes" I restated.

"You know, Mr. Malfoy, that talking aloud to oneself makes most people question your sanity?"

"Hello Professor Snape, what may I do for you?" I replied courteously.

"Dumbledore has informed me that myself and others must leave urgently for some Order business tonight," Snape told me. I knew all about him double crossing the order already, and I almost felt bad for the other side. But you know, Rule 3 of Section 2 of the Malfoy handbook clearly states that "feeling sorry for people below you is simply unacceptable." Honestly! "And after a little research during class today, I've decided you will be the most suitable to fill in for me. You do not have to teach any classes, but you will need to fill in as chaperon over a student whom received a detention for tonight." He gave me the details, sent me a knowing glance, and billowed away.

For once, I wasn't totally creeped out that had been tearing into my thoughts during class! He gave me Granger's detention, with which I can do whatever I please! Brilliant man, Severus is. I wonder if he planned this. Nah, this is a little to spontaneous for him, I bet it was Dumbledore's setup. That man is positively loony. I think I'll head back to the common room to plan out the night…

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"Attention, please" began Dumbledore, immediately silencing the circle of stone-faced adults. "Something quite tragic has reached my attention."

"None of us know how to do the hokey pokey properly!" he said dramatically, slamming his fist. "Something must be done! Cue the music, Minerva!"

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