Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.

A/n: Sorry the first chapter is so short, but I really wanted to post this first chapter. I will try to make the second one longer, but I'm not promising you anything. I hope you enjoy and please review!

Chapter One

Hermione hurried along the empty hallway, her bag hitting her hip, her things rattling inside. She was heading for Transfiguration. And she was late. She was horribly late.

I am so late.

But it hadn't been her fault that Seamus had wanted to "talk" to her about something. And by talk I mean: Wanting to do something that the old Hermione would have slapped him for. But this was the new Hermione. The new Hermione did stuff like this all the time, and she regretted none of it. She didn't feel guilty, or even used. The new Hermione liked to do forbidden things. She liked to do things that the professors found disgusting and inappropriate for school, and terrible school behavior. She didn't care. She didn't.

And he had been on her list, anyway.

That's right. Hermione had a list. And this was no ordinary list. Because on this list, every single guy in seventh year was on it. Even Draco. Actually, she had done Draco a few weeks before. It wasn't too bad either. But something was missing.

Something wasn't there.

She rounded a corner. Everyone knew Hermione had a list. Everyone. Professors, ghosts, the guys and the girls. And Hermione didn't care if they were single or not. It really made no difference to her what-so-ever.

She entered the quiet classroom. It looked like they were taking a test of some sort.

She walked quickly to the only open seat - next to Harry - and quietly set her bag down, taking out her things.

"Where have you been?" Harry hissed, jotting something down on his paper. She rolled her eyes.

"Why do you have to know?" She asked, finding her book.

"I don't 'have' to know anything. I was just wondering where you were," Harry said nastily.

"Whatever," Hermione said. "What page?"

Harry glared at her. "249."

She smiled. "Thank you."

He didn't say anything. She could tell he was pissed. Then again, he usually was these days. And she couldn't understand it at all. Not that she cared. Far from it, actually.

Hermione supposed Harry was mad at her, but she wasn't entirely sure. Then again, these days it seemed like he was always mad. And she was no exception.

"You know Harry," She whispered as she bent her head to scan the pages. "You really need to work on your 'people' skills."

He clutched the page in his hand. Hermione smirked. "And your anger problems."

"Shut up." Harry snarled. Hermione looked at him.

"It's not my fault that you can't take a little bit of constructive criticism." Hermione shut the book, and pulled out a peice of parchment.

"Shut up," Harry hissed. "You're only acting this way because of what happened last year."

Hermione looked at him fearfully. He was right. He was one-hundred percent, positively, absolutly right.

He didn't blink. She looked at the parchment.

"And you know I'm right, so don't go denying it this time."

"I won't deny it if you just leave it alone. It had nothing to do with you and you know it." Hermione snapped, closing her books, grabbing her bag, and ignoring McGonagall's protests as she left the room.

Harry was always doing this to her.

It's not like it's any of his business. Why can't he learn to keep his mouth shut?

But it didn't matter. Not anymore. She opened a small pocket on her bag as she rounded a corner. Taking out her list, she also grabbed a muggle utensil: A pen.

She unfolded her list, and scanned it, crossing off a few names, adn looked to see who was next.

Humming a little toon, she eyed the name, made sure she got it right, and stuffed her things back into her bag.

This person would be almost unsatifactoringly easy: Neville Longbottom