A/N So this is a story I started writing years and years ago and I never got around to finishing it. I completely forgot about it until I recently re-read all of the Harry Potter books and my desire to complete this story has been re-ignited! And as I am no longer a layabout student I promise I'll actually finish it this time. There have been a few changes, my writing style has changed a little but the premise is essentially the same. Sorry for the unoriginal title, I'd have changed it but I felt that I should probably keep it the same on the off chance anyone recognises it!

Disclaimer: As ever I don't own anything.

Chapter One

Draco Malfoy sat at the back of the Potions class arrogantly drumming his fingers against the rough surface of his desk. He wasn't really listening to Snape, his mind was on the up coming quidditch match against Gryffindor. He just had to beat that bloody Potter! He grinned momentarily imagining all of the ways he could knock the boy-who-lived out of the air before sighing and running a hand through his hair.

Although Draco had been raised to be suspicious of Harry, his hatred of him stemmed from their first meeting on the Hogwarts express when he was spurned for a Weasley. Truth be told, though he would never admit it and neither would his father, but they'd actually considered that Harry Potter might be a new rallying point for their cause, after all, surely only a very dark, powerful wizard could have bested the Dark Lord?

Unfortunately it turned out that Potter was an unexceptional, over-hyped individual with no ounce of magical pride, who freely associated with blood traitors and mudbloods. He also happened to have irritatingly fast reflexes, which was almost as great a sin as his choice in companions as far as Draco was concerned. His mind continued to wander in this fashion until he was abruptly snapped out of his reverie by Snape who called out his name with a trace of impatience, as though he'd been trying to get the young Slytherin's attention for some time.

"Huh? What?" Draco looked up, locking eyes with the professor who was grinning sardonically.

"I said, Mister Malfoy, that you will be working with assigned potions partners this term and that you have been paired with Miss Granger."

Draco's eyes shot over to the table where she sat, noting the furious expressions on Potter and Weasley's faces and the grim resignation on hers. He slammed his fist on to the desk a red flush rising on his usually ethereal complexion. Just wait until his father heard about this!

"But sir!" Draco began before Snape's expression hardened and he snapped "No arguments! Now Miss Granger, move."

Snape's words were laced with venom and he placed extra emphasis on the word 'move.' There was a definite undertone of threat in his voice, one which broached no arguments, not even from Harry or Ron who both dearly looked like they'd love nothing more than to hex the professor into oblivion.

Hermione was flabbergasted. Mafloy? Could this day get any worse? She cursed under her breath as she reluctantly retrieved her things and trudged to the back of the dungeon.

She perched on the seat by Draco, sitting as far as she possibly could from him. She smiled sadly at Harry and Ron who had both shot her horrified and sympathetic looks. "I'll be fine" she mouthed at them, raising her hands in a calming gesture and imploring them to hold their tongues. Gryffindor really couldn't afford to lose any more house points and Snape would use any excuse to place either boy in detention for the rest of the year.

"Filthy mudblood" Draco sneered at her, "Just keep out of my way."

Hermione rolled her eyes as she unpacked her equipment.

"Whatever, Malfoy."

They sat in silence as the rest of the class were assigned their partners, all of whom appeared to have been chosen to give the most discomfort to the pairs. Neville in particular blanched when he was paired with Crabbe who cracked his knuckles menacingly at the smaller boy.

"Today you will be working on a simple binding solution, the instructions can be found on page 275 of your text books and do try to read them carefully, I shall know if you have not." Snape intoned with a meaningful look at Neville who, if possible, blanched even further.

Draco leaned back in his seat with his arms behind his head and smirked at Hermione.

"Well go on then Granger." He said with a wave of his hand, indicating the ingredients.

Hermione stared at him incredulously and opened her mouth to speak before thinking better of it. Snapping her jaw shut she whipped her chestnut hair over her shoulder before getting to work, slamming jars onto the desk and chopping through daisy roots with venomous vigour while Draco looked on, laughing.

10 minutes passed and Hermione grew more and more flustered.

"You know, you could help." She hissed through gritted teeth.

"Nah" said Draco lazily, "I prefer to observe."

"Stupid ferret." Hermione muttered, reaching over to add half a jar of toad livers to the now bubbling cauldron.

"What was that?" Draco's eyes flashed menacingly and he reached forward pulling her back roughly by the arm. Hermione's eyes widened in horror as she felt her grip on the jar loosen and watched hypnotised as it fell into the cauldron which began to hiss and froth angrily.

"Malfoy you complete.."

Whatever she was about to say was lost when she was cut off by a deafening bang that resonated around the classroom like a clap of thunder, drawing all eyes to the scene at the back of the room.

A deep purple smoke engulfed the pair as the class watched on in shock.

Meanwhile Snape, who had been watching the situation unfold from his desk waited patiently for the smoke to clear. He knew very well what had happened.

Draco spluttered as the acrid smoke filled his mouth and nostrils, he raised his right arm to cover his eyes when he felt something tug at him.

"Get off me Malfoy!"

Draco swallowed.

"I'm not touching you..."

With a wave of his wand Snape cleared the smoke to reveal the bewildered pupils and smirked at them through his curtain of oily black hair, amusement dancing in his eyes

Hermione and Draco scanned the classroom, identical masks of confusion plastered on their faces.

Slowly they looked down between them, each trying to raise their arms but to no avail, because, as Snape had correctly surmised, their arms from wrist to elbow were completely stuck together.

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Dumbledore's sapphire eyes sparkled mischievously.

"Now then, what appears to be the problem?"

Draco gritted his teeth in frustration. "We. Are. Stuck. Together." He ground out, speaking slowly as if he were explaining something to a particularly bothersome child.

"So I see Mister Malfoy." The headmaster replied politely, "And just was is it that you propose that I did about it?"