"Okay, only a few more years left at this school and then I can leave." Draco said to himself with a sigh as he exited the train, pushing past the crowd and heading for the school. It was a year after the war had finished, and with Lucius in Azkaban his mother thought it fit to send Draco back to school to try and distract him from worrying about everything.

Even a week after everyone had gotten settled in people were still whispering behind his back, looking away as soon as he turned to face them. Even some of the teachers where talking in hushed tones, eyes focused on the markings on his arm. He sighed, walking into his next class and taking a seat, looking around to see who was in his class this year.

He saw Neville, Blaise, and a few others that he didn't recognize. He wasn't going to bother with friends, all he needed was a partner to help him with his work. Draco would never admit it, but he was absolutely horrid at this, the class being potions. He would always muck things up and make a fool of himself, what a pity. He frowned as he noticed an empty seat next to him, wondering who it belonged to.

"Good evening class." The teacher said as she walked in, greeted only with blank expressions or odd looks. It was a new teacher at the school, since after the war a few teachers were moved to different classrooms. The only thing Draco caught was that they were in arranged seats, and that the first lesson involved pairing up with another student, that's all he cared to listen to as the door swung open, a girl walking in and apologizing for being late.

The teacher smiled, showing her to her seat before beginning to talk again. The girl nodded, turning around and finally making eye contact with the former Deatheater. The girl was Hermione. He stared up at her, glancing at the seat next to him. She immediately looked away, sighing and taking a seat next to him hesitantly.

"So, know that you know what we're working on i'd like you all to pair up with another student for this project." Everyone immediately got up from their seats or turned around, trying to get their friends attention. Save for Draco. He just looked around awkwardly, waiting for someone to show up and ask him. No one did.

By the time everyone had paired up, he was the only one left without a partner, or so he thought. The teacher glanced over at him, sad expression on her face. "Oh, Malfoy." She spoke, looking around the room. "Who else doesn't have a partner yet?" She asked, waiting for a hand to shoot up.

Hermione was usually the one who's hand would shoot up faster than a gun, but seeing that only her and the man she hated were left she was slow about it, taking a deep breath and slowly raising her hand, the teacher immediately focusing over on her. "Ah, Granger, that's perfect." The woman said with a smile, turning to face the rest of the class. "Okay, now get your books out and turn to page 67, that is the potion you are working on."

Everyone did so, looking it over and whispering amongst themselves. It didn't seem too hard, so that was good. Teacher probably didn't want to stress them, considering the war had finished less than a year ago. "Also, since this potion isn't dangerous you may work on it outside of class, just tell me when and I will lend you a key to an abandoned classroom, under the conditions that you clean up after yourselves and stay focused, any dilly-dally and you will no longer be allowed to use the rooms."

Draco and Hermione exchanged glances, sneering at one another as class got out. Draco was about to leave when someone grabbed him by his tie, dragging him back into the classroom and ignoring his yelp and gag of protest. "Where do you think you're going?" Hermione asked, eyeing him angrily. "We're going to work on the potion." She said, turning back to the teacher and receiving a key.

"Hah, so eager to drag me into an empty classroom, aren't you Granger?" He said, staring at her with his trademark smirk. She flushed, rolling her eyes and ignoring the comment as she shoved past him, exiting the room. He sighed, slinging his bag over his shoulder and following the brown-haired Witch to the empty classroom down the hall.

Hermione looked around the room, eyeing the dusty desks and books littering the shelves, the book looking almost as old as the school itself. Draco leaned against the doorframe, eyeing the other and looking her up and down with a smirk. Although she was an annoying know it all, he had to admit that she had a great body and he wouldn't mind spending time in here more often, if only she would stop fighting with him.

Draco didn't really blame her though, considering what he called her for their first years at school. Although it wasn't his fault, it was his damned fathers prejudice against Muggleborns, and growing up with him, I suppose it just rubbed off. Hermione felt his eyes on her and turned around, eyeing him suspiciously. "What are you looking at me like that for?" She asked, Draco jumping and quickly removing his gaze from her ass.

He sneered, walking into the room and closing the door. "Wouldn't you like to know." He said, sitting down on a dusty desk. Hermione rolled her eyes, setting her things on a desk and opening up the book again, looking it over, not even noticing the blonde mans stares again. "Malfoy." She said, looking over at him when he didn't respond. "Draco Malfoy!" She said, a bit louder this time. He looked up at her, frowning.

Hermione shoved the tattered old book at him, sighing. "Go get those ingredients from the classroom while I set everything up." She said, tapping her finger on the page. He brushed her hand away, standing up. She sighed, turning back to start digging things out of her back. He walked past her and out the door, turning back to look at her. "Don't have too much fun while i'm gone, Granger." He purred, smirking at the Witch who just looked away, flushing.

A few minutes later he wandered back into the room, carrying a few random vials of liquid, a few little containers of various plants. She noticed, moving her things out of the way and letting him set them down on the desk, taking account of the items and making sure that he'd gotten everything they need. The only thing she didn't notice was a small vial of blue liquid that Draco had shoved in his pocket. Oh the joys of finding random potions lying around.

He always did enjoy starting trouble.