Chapter One

Hermione Granger stared in disapproval at one of her best friends, Ron Weasley. He was shoving scrambled eggs into his mouth that was already full of his previous round of scrambled eggs.

"Honestly Ronald, do you have any manners?" Hermione asked. She narrowed her eyes at Ron and his oblivious expression.

"Vaf? Rof vous Id voo," Ron replied, taking a big gulp of pumpkin juice from his flask.

"Excuse me?" Hermione asked, wrinkling her nose when she watched a piece of scrambled egg fall back into Ron's plate.

Ron gulped down his scrambled eggs and pumpkin juice together, answering, "I said of course I do have manners."

Hermione rolled her eyes, and went back to reading her book. Just when she was about to turn the page everyone had grown silent.

Hermione, along with Ron, looked up to see what was going on and saw Professor Dumbledore stand up to speak.

"Good morning, students. I would like to inform you that tomorrow will be a special day. The other professors and I have decided that tomorrow shall officially be House Unity day!" Professor Dumbledore said.

All the students gaped at the Headmaster's decision. He couldn't possibly be serious, could he?

"There is no harm in this kind of activity. Tomorrow everyone shall act pleasantly towards each other. You shall be put into groups of eight. Those groups shall be mixed in diversity of Houses. All are required to give each other a bit of information about yourselves. Thank you for your attention. Now you may all go back to eating your meals."

"He can't be serious, can he?" Draco Malfoy asked, closing his eyes.

"But he is Draco," Pansy Parkinson said, sympathetically.

"I know that, smart one" Draco said, irritably.

"Gee, that feels so good to hear you compliment me like that," Pansy said, sarcastically.

"Guys, the real problem is that we might be paired up with certain Gryffindors," Blaise Zabini said.

"How do you know that?" Pansy questioned.

"Dumbledore was looking at the Golden Trio, and then at us as if he had already chosen us to be with them," Blaise said.

"That doesn't mean anything," Draco protested, his eyes rolling nonchalantly.

"True that doesn't, but who knows?" Blaise inquired, shrugging and going back to finishing the last sentence for his Defense Against the Dark Arts essay.

Draco sighed heavily, and pushed his plate of scrambled eggs away. He suddenly, didn't feel like eating.

"I'm going to Potions early today. See you both later," Draco said, standing up.

"Do you need anyone to accompany you?" Pansy asked.

"No. Thanks anyways."

Draco walked down the corridors to Potions. He had gotten used to the eerie silence of the corridors. He practically lived in the eerie place.

I really hope Dumbledore isn't thinking of putting the Golden Trio and I in the same room. I can't even breathe with Scarhead and Weasel in their. Not even Know-It-All Granger. I can't stand her! She's always got top grades, when I should be getting those top grades. Draco thought, as he walked into the Potions classroom. Professor Snape wasn't there so he had additional time to revise over his Potions essay.

Suddenly someone came inside, and it wan't Snape.

"Granger?" Draco said, completely surprised with the brunette's presence.

"Malfoy? What are you doing here?" Hermione asked, narrowing her eyes slightly.

"Well isn't that rude," Draco said, smirking.

"I hardly know why I shouldn't be rude to you," Hermione said, blankly.

Draco scowled at Hermione and turned away, ignoring her. He continued to read over his essay with a glum look.

"Why are you here, Granger?" Draco asked, when he finished revising his essay.

"Why are you here?" Hermione asked, twisting Draco's words.

"Damnit, Granger! Just answer the question!"' Draco said, irritably.

Hermione glared at Draco and shook her head, indicating that she wasn't going to say he answer.

Draco rubbed his head, and glared at the back of Hermione's head. Fortunately, Professor Snape came in, surprised etched on his features. He hadn't expected any students to arrive at such an early time to his classroom.

"Mister Malfoy, Miss Granger, may I ask why you are in my classroom without any professor at this time?" Professor Snape asked, sneering at the two of them.

"I just wanted to c-" Hermione started.

"I was not directing the question to only you, Miss Granger. Five points from Slytherin and ten points from Gryffindor for being rude and arrogant," Professor Snape interrupted.

"But Professor, th-" Hermione was once again interrupted by Professor Snape.

"Five more points."

Hermione closed her mouth immediately and glared down at her hands.

Draco smirked at the girl, while Hermione glared in return. The blonde-haired only winked at her, before Professor Snape had seen the exchange between them.

Harry Potter nodded at Luna Lovegood, who had told him to watch out for Nargles. Sometimes he just didn't understand her. He had better get going or else he would be late for Potions. He was just talking to Dumbledore on how to train with the D.A. for the upcoming war.

"Potter, you are thirty seconds late," Professor Snape said. Everyone was sitting in their assigned seats. Professor Snape liked his students to be on time and organized.

"Yes Professor, but-" Harry began.

"Five points from Gryffindor. Take your assigned seat," Professor Snape sneered.

Harry sighed quietly, knowing better than to argue with Professor Snape, and took his seat next to Blaise Zabini, who smirked at him.

Harry glared at Blaise and searched for a new piece of parchment. Unfortunately, he had left his roll of parchment at the Gryffindor Common Room. Harry wanted to ask Hermione for a new piece of parchment, but she was in the front of the room while he was in the back.

"Zabini, do you have an extra piece of parchment for me?" Harry whispered.

"Now Potter, why would I want to give you a piece of parchment. Unless you want a ripped one then that would be my pleasure," Blaise whispered back, smugly.

"This is no time for commotion, Zabini. I need a piece of parchment, please" Harry said bitterly, as he loathed to say 'please' to his enemy.

"Sorry Potter, but that sounded rude. Try again," Blaise said.

Harry sighed and said as civilly as he could, "Zabini, may I please have a piece of parchment?"

"That's much better, Potter. Unfortunately, I don't have a piece of parchment with me. You see, I keep my parchments in a whole parchment. Not a ripped up one," Blaise said, sniggering.

Harry groaned. A bit too loud, perhaps.

"Potter! Ten points!" Professor Snape said, loudly as he wrote on the chalkboard.

Blaise laughed quietly, and Harry shot death glares at Blaise.

Hermione shook her head at Harry's behavior and muttered quietly to herself about Harry and his lack of patience.

Draco smirked and went back to taking notes on what Professor Snape was saying.

Ron gave Harry a sympathetic smile and went back to shoving a piece of fruit cake into his mouth secretly while he wrote notes with his other hand.

Author's Note: So this is my new story. How do you guys like it? Funny? The romantic parts are coming soon, so don't worry. Meanwhile, please review! Love you guys. :)