A/N: So this is basically for all the lovely reviewers that have asked for me to continue my multiple Dramione one-shots. Since a lot of those, I personally feel I cannot continue, I'm starting this new Dramione story that I hope you will all enjoy! So please review! Feed-back is what keeps me going!

Hermione's POV

I sprinted down a flight of stairs, excusing myself under my breath as I bumped into the people around me. It was times like these that I wished I had never returned my time-turner to Professor McGonagall. I could see the entrance to Potions class coming into view as I skidded down the stairs, careful not to trip over my own feet. As I reached for the door knob, a thin pale hand reached for it as well. I retracted my hand immediately, feeling my back stiffen.

"After you, mudblood." Draco sneered, adding a curtsy to his sarcastic remark. I rolled my eyes, ignoring his stupid comment and entered the classroom.

"Ah! Miss Granger, Mister Malfoy, lovely for you to finally join us. We were just discussing our newest project! Everyone will be partnering up and making an Elixir to Induce Euphoria." Professor Slughorn motioned us to approach his desk as he spoke. I scurried my way towards him, flashing Ron and Harry a quick smile.

Professor Slughorn continued to speak, this time in a hush whisper.

"I'm sorry to say, due to your tardiness, you will not be able to choose your partners. So, Mister Malfoy you shall be working with Miss Granger and -,"

"What?" I spat out completely bewildered. I couldn't possibly be working with that incompetent, rude, revolting, self-centered, idio-

"You shall be working with Mister Malfoy." Professor Slughorn repeated, making sure to speak each word slowly.

"I know what you said!" I hollered at him. Professor Slughorn jumped obviously startled at the tone of my voice. Why wasn't he protesting? He was just standing there with that stupid grin on his face.

"Miss Granger, I'm sorry if this partnership makes you uncomfortable but I'm afraid you have no choice. You were tardy, so now you must pay the price." Professor Slughorn ignored my perplexed stare and continued shuffling papers around on his desk.

"But-,"

"Oh just shut it, Granger. We've got no choice." Draco snatched the Advanced Potions book that was tucked under my arm. I swiveled around seeing Draco making his way calmly towards an empty desk. My eyes searched for Harry and Ron but I couldn't seem to find them.

"Would you like an invitation?" I heard his icy cold voice shout from across the room. I grunted and walked towards his desk though every nerve of my body told me to storm out of the classroom. I hovered over him, not knowing whether I should sit down. It just didn't feel normal sitting next to Malfoy as though we were friendly potions partners. I wanted to run. I wanted to disappear and run and-

"Are you going to sit down or what?" Draco asked exasperatedly. Reluctantly I sat down, making sure to inch the farthest away from him that I possibly could.

"Granger, you do know I don't bite, right?" He chuckled as he scribbled down his name onto a notebook. I felt my whole body tense up. I couldn't stand this for much longer.

"Yeah…I know… you do worse." I muttered with my eyes glued to the pages of my notebook. Draco sighed in frustration and to my utter surprise, I felt his hands grip my shoulders and spin me around. His piercing grey eyes locked with mine and I'd never felt so frightened in my entire life. I didn't understand why I felt so scared – I just did.

"You're not technically my first choice as a partner, but if I'm going to have to put up with you, you're going to have to put up with me. This pointless banter isn't going to get us anywhere, and will definitely not get us an Outstanding. So if you truly do care about your grades, you'll shut up and just work with me." He let go of me just as soon as he stopped speaking, causing me to jerk back in my seat. I slumped down on the desk. I had to admit it. He was right.

"Okay." I whispered to the desk. I could feel my hands shaking and I knew this wasn't going to be easy. I straightened my back and regained my composure. I looked over to him with a new found determination. "Okay." I repeated, this time loud so he could hear me.

Draco's POV:

This was going to be a long set of weeks. This girl was making everything so damn difficult. Every time I inched towards her to write something down, she would stiffen up as if I was holding a bloody knife! When the class had ended, she didn't even bother to take her notebook. She ran out like a frightened little puppy, latching onto Weasel and Potter on her way out. I laid down on one of the couches in the Slytherin Common Room, stretching out my sore body. Why was I even stressing over her?

"I heard a certain blonde Slytherin had to partner up with a frizzy haired mudblood." Blaise's voice interrupted my thoughts. I opened my eyes to see him smirking over me with an apple in his left hand.

"Don't remind me." I muttered as I sat up, giving Blaise room to join me. I rubbed my face with my hands in exhaustion. How had the news spread so quickly? And why did people even care?

"News travels fast in Hogwarts, Draco." Blaise said, unknowingly answering my question. I could see it now; everyone huddled together gossiping over the fact that I was partnered with Granger. What would people think of me! It would tarnish my reputation that was for sure.

"That stupid little Gryffindor… she's going to ruin everything." I muttered before standing up from the couch and sulking off towards the library.

Hermione's POV:

I loved the library. I loved the feeling of being surrounded by books; by knowledge. I loved the way I'm engulfed by peaceful silence as I curled up in a ball on my favorite chair whilst reading a book. I stood up and made my way towards the Potions section, might as well do some research while I'm at it. I grazed the margins of the books with the tips of my fingers. As I reached the end of the shelf, my fingers met not a book, but a hand. I looked up startled.

"Following me now are you, Malfoy? Did you get this idea we were mates and you could come springing up on me whenever you like? We're not buddies now, and we're most certainly not friends so you can go right back where you-," he shoved a book into my arms, silencing my rant. I flipped it around a few times in my hands, still unaware of what it was.

"A notebook… my notebook? My potions notebook…" I suddenly felt very, very stupid. I could feel the heat rushing to my cheeks. Malfoy must be getting a kick out of this.

"Oh." I whispered, cracking a half smile. I looked up, bracing myself to meet his face, but he was already walking away. But before he could vanish out of sight, I manage to choke out two words that obviously surprised him, but mostly, surprised me: "Thank you!"

Draco's POV

As I walked through the hallways, I could feel the stares of the people around me. They'd acted as if I wasn't standing right in front of them! It wasn't as if I'd chose to work with her. I needed some air.

As I walked outside, I felt the cool wind brush against my skin, immediately waking me up. And what was that in the library? Thank you? What was I supposed to say to that? Turn around and say, "Oh no problem Hermione, catch you later best friend!" No. I couldn't. I couldn't even think about this girl without something bad happening to my reputation.

"Draco, Draco!" a squeaky female voice called from behind me. For a second, something inside me twisted thinking it was her – but that feeling quickly vanished as I realized it was no other than Pansy Parkinson. She was very sweet but extremely clingy and not something I technically wanted to deal with at the moment.

She wrapped her arms around my neck; something I presume was supposed to be romantic but felt extremely awkward and forced.

"Hi, Pansy." I kissed her on the cheek and she immediately relaxed her death grip.

"How are you doing, Mister Draco." She giggled into my ear. I always liked the way Pansy smelled; candy and flowers…

"Not so good actually… I'm guessing you heard." I looked up towards the sky and closed my eyes.

"Yeah… I did. I'll find a way to mess her up, don't you worry about it." Pansy whispered menacingly and skipped down the hill, catching up to me.

"That won't be necessary Pansy." I chuckled, imagining Pansy trying to fight Hermione.

"Just let Pansy plan." She gave me a firm poke in my waist and ran off back inside. Well, this was going to be interesting.