Disclaimer:

JKR: I can't believe you started another story.

Me: Well I did.

JKR: Well, I have enough trouble keeping you away from stealing my story in your other fanfiction.

Me: So?

JKR: So stop.

Me: I can't.

JKR: Why not?

Me: Because of the coffee you gave me an hour ago.

JKR: Oh. That coffee.

So anyways, anything that JKR gets rich off of is not mine.

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Author's note: Well, this is my second fanfic. I hope you like it. I made sure the beginning was better than my last fic. Anyway, this story is based on the winner of the reviewer's poll. Hope you like it!

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"Can you please get over it, Ron?" I asked exasperated.

"Get over what? There's nothing to get over," replied Ron through gritted teeth and a mouth full of potatoes.

Harry looked at him and shook his head before he continued to work on his meat.

It was currently the worst day ever. It was Monday in the third week of October, and we had just finished going through the murder/psychotic/horror movie that most people like to refer to as Snape's class. Harry, Ron, and I were in our last year at Hogwarts, so naturally Snape would come up with more creative ways to shorten our life expectancy, and it was working quite well. The work itself wasn't too overbearing. Since I was Hermione Granger, things came a lot easier too me. But what happened on this particular day gave the Gryffindors, or any other house for that matter, a stroke and the sudden need to dig their graves a few decades early.

It had happened only two hours ago. Snape had just walked in, and I was waiting for an explanation from him. There were no directions on the board. Usually, you would have to wait until he subtracts points from our house because of something Neville did before we could start. Yes, he was in this class. He wanted a career centered around Herbology, so potion brewing with plants was a necessity if you didn't want to die before your 30th birthday.

My attention was put back on track once Snape tapped his wand on the board rather loudly. Neat, white letters of instruction appeared on the board. Unfortunately, no one was happy with them.

"Project!" groaned Ron.

"Yes a project Mr. Weasley. Five points from Gryffindor for blurting," replied Snape coldly.

"Damn it."

"Sir, Weasley just used inappropriate language in an institute of higher learning," declared Malfoy.

I glared at him. Gosh, you'd think that him and Snape had planned the torture they were putting us through. I've always wondered what crawled up Malfoy's ass and died.

"Minus another five points Weasley."

"Da-."

"Don't you dare," warned Harry before Ron could blurt out again. Harry currently had his wand on Ron's side, and it looked dangerously close to piercing his skin.

Ron just pouted and sat back in his seat.

"Now," Snape started. "Since you are my N.E.W.T level class, I am expecting a project done by the end of this year. Presentations will be at the beginning of June. It will be added to your final exam that you will definitely be taking at the end of this year. Now, I shall put you in random groups. When you're in your groups, you will have a whole year to invent a potion. The required elements in this project are the potion ingredients, how much time it takes to simmer, heat, etc, the properties, and everything that I strongly recommend you know about potion making if you don't want to fail this class. You have the rest of this class to brainstorm."

"That was quick," I whispered to Harry as Snape walked into his back room.

"Yeah," agreed Ron. "Usually he has to ruin our self esteem a good bit before having fun with himself in the back room."

Harry made a face.

Ron looked sheepish. "That sounded dirty didn't it?"

Harry smiled. "Yeah, sort of."

I shook my head. "How can you two honestly think that way all the time?"

"Um, puberty?" they answered in unison.

I cringed and decided to change the subject. "How are we supposed to know who our partners ar- never mind don't answer that question."

A small sheet of parchment had appeared in front of everyone in the classroom.

I immediately picked mine up and scanned it. The list said that Harry, Ron and I were in a group along with BlaiseZabini, Malfoy, and Susan Bones. This was slightly ironic in a very disturbing way.

"Wow, Snape must not have made the list if we're all in a group together," Harry said in amazement.

"You'd think that he would've separated us," I added.

"Before or after he maimed us?" asked Ron with a grumble. "It would've been a lot easier for him."

"What are you so upset about? We're all in a group together," I asked.

"It's a year round project, Hermione!" exclaimed Ron. "It's like you and your obsession with house elves. It's going to be hanging over our heads for the rest of the year!"

I kicked him for the house elves comment.

"Ow."

"Plus, who we're with is going to be a bigger stick up our butts than Ron is," Harry added.

Ron hit him for that comment.

"Ow!"

"You deserved it."

"Okay, stop you two! So are we moving towards them or not?" I asked frustrated while pointing to our group of Slytherins.

"No!" they replied in unison.

"Fine," I sighed while getting out my parchment.

I spent the rest of the period brainstorming by myself while Harry and Ron were talking about Dumbledore possibly serving rice pudding for lunch. And since we are at lunch with no pudding, Harry, Ron, and I were feeling kind of depressed.

When I finally came out of my thoughts, Ron was still ranting. "He's so getting put into Azkaban for this- sorry Harry."

"Don't worry about it mate," replied Harry.

Last year, the battle between him and Voldemort had taken place. Lupin was lost, along with Charlie Weasley and other friends we had made before that battle. Of course, Harry had won, with a little help, surprisingly, from Neville. And now, since Harry no longer had a long list of people who wanted to kill him, angst didn't get to him like it used to. He seemed more whole and happy with himself.

So this year, he decided to have some fun, because there was nothing life threatening or emotional happening any time soon.

"I think we should start on our potion today," I suggested.

"Ew, why?" asked Ron as he tried to steal my chicken.

I slapped his hand and replied, "I want to start today, Ron. If we finish early, we'll have the remaining time left to dowhatever we want to do. Plus, I don't plan on pulling an all nighter and looking like a burnt raisin the next morning."

"We should," Harry agreed. "C'mon Ron. Susan won't mind."

"Harry!" whined Ron.

I looked at them confused for a second before what Harry said clicked. "I knew it! You liked her ever since that one time she punched you in the stomach."

"He likes everyone who punches him."

"Shut up, Harry. If I liked every one who committed an act of violence against me, I'd be in love with all the men in my family and Malfoy."

Harry cringed. "And I thought I had gotten rid of my nightmares. Thank you, Ronald."

I shook my head at their antics just as I felt something pop into my hand. "I think I just got a note."

"Maybe it's my love note that I forgot to give you when you kicked me last week," Ron said sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes and opened it.

'We're working on the potion in the library after dinner idiots.'

I blinked a couple of times before looking up. "See, even Malfoy agrees with me."

"Well, then hell has officially frozen over."

"Shut up, Ron. We're working on it today," I said in my bossy voice.

"Do we have to?" Ron whined.

"Well, unless you want us to say something to Susan…"

"Okay, I'll go. Geez, you'd think the Potions Project was a freakin' birthday cake."

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After Charms, Tranfiguration, and dinner, Harry and I headed to the library with Ron in tow. He was limited to two emotions at the moment. Whenever Harry mentioned Susan, he'd perk up, and five minutes later, he would get really irritated.

Plus, he whined all the way to the table Blaise, Draco, and Susan were sitting at. They picked a spot way in the back of the library. I guess they new we would be arguing within five minutes as well.

"Hi, Susan," greeted Ron.

Susan smiled back.

"You're quite the prompt one, Granger. It's ten minutes past dinner," informed Malfoy.

"Well, I'm sorry if you didn't specify a time, Malfoy," I retorted before sitting down.

Harry and Ron followed suit.

What proceeded after that was the staring. Yep. The long and really annoying staring.

"So, any ideas?" I asked without thinking.

"You mean you're going to be civil?" asked Zabini.

"Well, unless you want to argue-."

"Shut up, Potter. I wasn't asking you."

"So Susan…"

"Okay, stop," I said putting my hand down on the table. "We want to finish fast. And when we finish a few months from now, we're going to not speak to each other ever again until our reunion when Malfoy would have eventually grown bald."

Draco touched his hair with a look of horror on his hair. "Figures you'd want to get this over with," he muttered. He then took an apple out of his bag and started munching rather loudly. "Mabre yourg huyt own ald voo."

"What?"

"He said maybe you'd have grown bald too," translated Zabini.

"Whatever. Anyway, I have a couple of books that I think can help us form a…"

"So you're actually going to be civil then?" asked Malfoy repeating Zabini's question.

"Form a sufficient and maybe even an extr-."

"Are you?"

"Extraordinary potion in the least amount of t-."

"Answer the damn question."

That was it.

I don't know what came over me, but the apple was sitting within arms reach of me, and he had that smart aleck look about him, and I was just really pissed off. I took the apple and threw it at his stomach.

Harry snorted. "Well that wasn't put on my day planner."

Malfoy took out his wand more enraged than I was. "Accio Hogwarts: A History."

I gaped as it flew over to him. "Give that back."

He looked at me mockingly. "Why?" He then proceeded to open the book. "Wow, this is interesting. Look, Blaise, it's about the stairs."

Rip.

I gaped at him. "Stop."

Rip.

"Stop it!"

"Oh, look, the bewitched ceiling."

Rip.

Oh, that was definitely it!

He had really infuriated me.

While he was ripping my pages, I grabbed for my purse.

"Um, Hermione?" asked Harry timidly.

I started rummaging through it for anything pointy and dangerous looking. I was out to kill.

"Did you know you were a-?"

Oh look. Hand sanitizer.

"Witch?"

By the time Harry had asked me that question, I squirted every last drop the hand sanitizer all over Malfoy's uniform. I made sure I got his Slytherin crest extra soaked. He was too shocked to do anything. I heard a chair being shoved aside, and I assumed it was Susan leaving the library.

I looked to my side to get Zabini when I saw tissues scattered everywhere.

"Did you through my whole pack, Ron?"

"Yes," he replied sheepishly.

"Well, I have another one you can use."

"Alright."

"Inflamara."

I turned back to the right with a snap. "You did not just burn my book, Malfoy!"

"Inflamara!"

"That was my robe!" yelled Harry while stepping frantically on the small fire.

Once the fire was out, Harry grabbed his basic potions ingredient kit and started throwing dead scarabs at Zabini and Malfoy.

"I didn't do anything!" yelled Zabini while trying to protect himself with the tissues. He then grabbed a gel bottle from his bag and tried to throw the contents of it on Harry, but it only ended up hitting Ron.

Ron responded by taking some of the gel and rubbing it on Zabini's robes.

"Those were expensive!" yelled Zabini.

"Like I care!" retorted Ron.

Zabini then lunged at him and tried to shove a muffin into his mouth. While I was wondering where he got the muffin, Ron was trying to keep breathing while putting gel in Zabini's ear. He then wet his clean finger and put it in Zabini's other ear.

"Ew!"

"The next one is going in your armpit!"

"I'd like to see you try!"

While that was going on, I had found a rubber band. I was stretching it behind my back while Harry was throwing an inkbottle at Malfoy.

When I was ready I yelled, "Move Harry!"

He darted out of the way, and I aimed and fired.

"Ow! My eye! I'm blind! No one will love me. I won't even have an heir!" Malfoy yelled while covering his face.

"I can help with that," whispered Harry before kicking him below the belt.

Malfoy went down in pain immediately. Unfortunately, he landed right on the apple I had thrown at him. So Malfoy gathered his strength and threw the apple at Harry's head hard enough to knock him out.

While Harry was on the floor, I suddenly had an idea. It would be perfect. I looked over at Ron. He was choking on a muffin and Zabini was hitting him on the side with a rubber snake. It's kind of scary that he carries those things around with him all day. Anyway, Ron was almost out cold, which was good. I looked at Malfoy on the floor. He would recover soon enough.

I smiled to myself before letting out the biggest scream. Madame Pince was sure to hear that. I then neatly lay myself in an awkward position on the floor just as I heard the librarian's shrill scream.

By the time she got there, Malfoy had gotten up (his eye was fine if only slightly red), and Zabini was still hitting Ron with the snake.

"What is the meaning of this?"

As if on cue, Harry let out a load groan.

"That's it! All of you to the hospital wing."

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Dumbledore had come in about thirty minutes after we had reached the hospital wing. Harry and I were still faking our pain, and Ron really didn't have to try that much. Madame Pince had also explained her side of the story. My plan had worked out perfectly. She thought that Malfoy and Zabini had been trying to knock Harry, Ron, and me out.

"What happened, students?" asked Dumbledore in his calm voice.

"Well sir," started Malfoy. "There was an apple…um, hand crap and gel…a rubber snake-."

"That the Zabini boy was hitting Weasley with," interjected Madame Pince.

"Then their were tissues…and the apple came back…and that stupid rubber band….uh, it's really not sounding logical is it?" asked Malfoy once he noticed the confused stares.

"Maybe Zabini should explain, sir," suggested Snape from the corner.

"Well," started Zabini. "There was um, a muffin…and scarabs were being thrown at the scented tissues…a lot of things were being put in my ear, like Weasley's finger…and yeah, Weasley's finger made me."

Yes, they fell right into it. There was no way they could explain without the situation sounding totally ludicrous.

"Right. And Potter's ink bottle and Granger's elastic did the trick," added Malfoy.

"Yeah, and the apple."

"And the book with the kicking Granger was doing."

"And Weasley ate my muffin!" accused Zabini.

"And that stupid rubber band," grumbled Malfoy.

"Plus, Weasley threatened my armpits!"

"Mmrrmmmmggh"

"Oh good, Weasley's awake," declared Madame Pomfrey before rushing to his side.

I still kept my eyes closed while I heard Harry let out a grunt of pain.

"Be patient, Potter. I'll be there in a minute," scolded Madame Pomfrey.

"Excuse me, but what you boys are saying is, Weasley threatened your armpits with an apple, and a rubber band and scarabs were being flung into Malfoy's scented tissues?" asked McGonagall incredulously.

"No, Weasley threatened my armpits with his finger," explained Blaise.

"So," continued McGonagall. "Weasley ate your muffin, threatened you with his finger, and you fought back by hitting him with a rubber snake?"

"You made Weasley eat your muffin?" interrupted Malfoy with a snort.

"Well, since this is so amusing to you Mr. Malfoy, do you care to repeat what happened to you?" asked McGonagall with a raised eyebrow.

I decided to open my eyes then. I had to bare witness to his explanation.

"Mrhuyghmr," I groaned. "Is the hand sanitizer gone?"

"Granger, eat the chocolate while I tend to Weasley," instructed Madame Pomfrey.

"Hand sanitizer, Miss Granger?" asked McGonagall.

Just for effect, I dramatically added, "He stole my ink bottle…and the apple…and my tissues, my beautiful scented tissues."

"What does she mean, Malfoy?" asked McGonagall with her stern voice.

"First of all, that was my apple, and those scented tissues were protecting Blaise from scarabs, and that ink bottle was spilled on me!" he said frantically.

"Well, at least you didn't catch on fire," said Harry sarcastically. He always had good timing.

"You caught him on fire?" asked McGonagall with the biggest look of disbelief on her face.

"Well, yes, but…I'm in trouble for that comment aren't I?"

"Detention for two weeks. It should be more, but Professor Snape suggested otherwise."

"Does that include Zabini?" asked Malfoy.

"Yes."

"Why'd you have to drag me into it?" whined Zabini.

"You were hitting Mr. Weasley with a rubber snake," said a scandalized McGonagall.

"It's not like it killed him," mumbled Zabini under his breath.

Ron groaned again.

"Will you stop doing that!" yelled Zabini.

"He's not doing it intentionally," said Madame Pomfrey.

McGonagall looked at Zabini and Malfoy. "Your detention is with Mr. Filch tomorrow."

Both of them nodded before leaving for their dorms.

To me, justice had been served. No one messes with my books.

"How did this happen? In my library by the way," asked a frustrated Madame Pince.

"Proof…Sna…Pro-ec," coughed out Ron.

"Would you care to repeat that Mr. Weasley?" asked Dumbledore.

I sat up slowly. "Potions project," I replied for him.

"I should have guessed," mumbled McGonagall.

"Stop talking girl, sleep," commanded Madame Pomfrey.

I nodded and slowly sunk back into my bed. Harry did the same, and Ron was asleep because of the Potion he had been given.

When the teachers thought we were asleep, they started talking.

"I can't believe it," Madame Pince whispered.

"Something like this was bound to happen. However, no major harm had come to anyone," whispered Dumbledore.

"Who put that group together anyway?" asked McGonagall.

There was a moment of silence.

"I did," replied Snape.

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Author's note: So how was that? I hope some reviewers from my other story have thought about this fic. Anyway, read and review. Criticism is accepted as long as it is constructive. Hope you stick by for next chapter.