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Chapter 1

It was the first day of classes, and the seventh year advanced potions class was in session. Or was supposed to be anyway. After ten minutes of waiting for Snape to show, Draco Malfoy got to his feet and went to the front of the class.

"Alright you lot. Instructions are on the board," he said, waving his wand. "I expect you can make a simple pain relief draft. Get to it."

"What the bloody hell?" this from a confused Ron Weasley.

"Five points from Gryffindor for your language Weasley."

"What the fuck do you think you're doing Malfoy."

"Teaching Potter. Now get to work before I give you detention."

"You can't do that. And if anyone should be teaching, it should be Hermione. She's Snape's apprentice.

"20 points from Gryffindor Potter. Have you got anything to say about this Granger?" sneered Malfoy.

"Where is Professor Snape?" asked Hermione.

"If that's all then get to work."

"No. We don't have to listen to you," said Ron. "You're not the teacher."

"For now I am. As Snape's apprentice, I have teaching privileges, and can deduct points and give detentions. Which the three of you have tonight."

"Why me? I didn't do anything," said Hermione while the Slytherins sniggered.

"Because I can. And if you can't shut your yap, then get out of my classroom."

Resigned, Hermione returned to her potion, giving Harry and Ron a look that said 'back off' while the two mumbled about being stuck in double potions with Malfoy as the teacher.

Later in the lesson, when Malfoy was checking work, Hermione was the first one to turn hers in. "Abysmal. Really Granger, if this is the best you can do, I'm surprised that you even made it through the first year," drawled Malfoy as he banished her potion. Furious, Hermione told him to learn to use his fucking eyes or she would have to turn him into a ferret so he could see better. A heated argument ensued, after which, Malfoy kicked her out of class. With more than two hours left, Hermione set about wandering the castle.


Detention with Malfoy went about as well as detention with him could go. Harry and Ron kept glaring daggers at him, while Hermione just went to work, finishing a good three hours before the boys. Life went on like this for the next week before Malfoy told her to stay after class.

"We'll wait for you Hermione," said Ron.

"No it's ok. I'll just see you later at dinner."

"You sure?" asked Harry.

"Yeah, Why don't you go play Quidditch or something, said Hermione, as the door swung shut.

"You wanted to see me?"

"Yeah Granger. How about a friendly little bet? I know you can't stand seeing me teach your class, so lets settle this," said Malfoy, leaning against Snape's desk.

"Fine. What's the bet?"

"I'll bet that Potter and Weasley fail their pop quiz tomorrow. If you win, I'll let you teach classes until Snape shows up."

"Deal. If they don't fail, I get to teach."

"Good. The quiz is over everything covered this week, and you can't tell them that there's a quiz tomorrow or about the bet."

"Fine. I'll just make sure they study," said Hermione as she headed towards the door.

"Oh, and Granger?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't you want to know what you agreed to?"

"What? Not call you out in class?"

Draco snorted. "As if. You couldn't show me up even if you wanted to. Actually, you agreed to spending two nights with me doing whatever I want," called Draco as he walked out the door leaving Hermione gaping.

"Oh shit."