Disclaimer: This Draco and Hermione of them started off as lab partners, and ended as lovers. But is it possible for Hermione to like someone who has been a sworn enemy of her two best friends? And is it possible for Draco to fall for a girl who is only half blood and a "digrace" to the world of wizardry?
(Hermione is walking with Harry and Ron on the way to the Great Hall. Discussing their project for Potions, that was assigned to them the class before.)
"I hate Professor Snape," Ron spat as they continued their way up the dungeon staircase, "He knew Harry and I don't understand anything he's talking about, and yet he still said that Harry and I are forced to work together. No offence Harry, your a great friend and all, but when it comes to potions you really stink."
"Yeah, I know." Harry sighed, "Hermione, at least you and the rest of the class get to pick your partners."
"I was thinking of asking Neville to be my partner," Hermione answered, "but he's with Seamus already, everyone already have their partners picked. I'll just do my project on my own I guess."
"Not everyone has a partner, Miss Granger," said a cold voice behind them. Ron, Harry, and she turned to see Snape standing there with his hands folded. "Miss Granger, I would suggest you try and use that common sense of yours for more often. May I remind you, there is an even amount of students in my class."
"S-Sorry Professor, I g-guess I forgot." She stammered.
Snape chuckled and made a sinful smirk. "No need for apologies. It just so happens that I've assigned you a partner I know you will enjoy." Hermione studied Snape, "Who Professor?"
Snape smiled and said coolly as can be, "Draco; you see unfortunately he and Goyle took enjoyment of hanging ever first years from Hufflepuff, upside down on the goal-posts on the Quidditch field.." Snape stopped to let out a giggle, "Knowing that those two are unable to work seriously together, I put Goyle with Crabbe leaving Mr. Malfoy partner-less. You have the honor of working with him for this assignment."
"What?! NO!" Hermione protested.
"Five-points from Gryffindor, for talking back to a teacher; you will work with Malfoy, that is an order." Snape barked, and then ended the conversation with a smile of sweet satisfaction before he took off back down into the dungeon. All three of them watch him disappear into the darkness of his classroom, before looking at each other with shock still written on their faces
"I hate him with a passion!" Hermione screamed with her teeth gritted together, her race was red and her hands were clenched onto her own winter Hogwarts robe; without any sign, she bolted up leaving Harry and Ron standing in the middle of the narrow rocky staircase with their mouths still hanging open.
"Well," Harry finally spoke after about a minute of silence, "I do believe this is going to be a long project."