A/N: This is my first HP fanfic so be nice and review! Came up with this a few days ago...hope you like it! Please review so I know if I should continue!

Disclaimer: Alas, for I am not the brilliant JK Rowling...

He walked into Potions with a smirk on his lips, a strut in his step, acting like he owned the place, as usual. Not even bothering to show up to his lesson on time, he took his seat in the back next to Pansy Parkinson who giggled as he slid in next to her. Hermione rolled her eyes at them and looked over to see how Professor Snape would react. His eyes bore into Malfoy's for a second and then he continued drowning on in his usual tone about the potion they would be working on this week. She frowned. It certainly wasn't fair how he always let Malfoy get away with things like that. But then again when was Professor Snape ever fair?

Hermione continued to work, taking diligent notes on the potion they would be working on tomorrow: Polyjuice Potion. She smiled a little and turned to Harry, who was sitting on her right, and was also smiling, probably thinking the same thing she was, when back in their second year they had create a polyjuice formula themselves.

"The Polyjuice formula can take up to a month to create, depending on when the next full moon is," Professor Snape stated lazily. "Luckily for you, thick minded children, the staff and I have prepared most of the potion for you. You will only have to finish adding the last of the ingredients," he said, finishing his speech. Then he looked up for a moment and smiled wickedly. "Oh, and you will each have to take a sample of your potion with your partner," he added as though it was just an afterthought.

Many of the students gasped, and looked around the room surprised, but Hermione bit back a smile. This would be easy; at least she wouldn't turn into a cat this time. Harry and Ron also remained calm, and exchanged a smile with each other, just as the bell rang. Malfoy was the first one at the door, with an obnoxious Pansy running after him. Harry and Hermione walked out behind them, with Ron trying to catch up since he of course was walking with Lavender to lunch.

Ever since Ron had almost died two weeks ago, Hermione had been incredibly upset and had forgiven everything that had happened between them before with Lavender. He was still dating Lavender, however to Hermione's pleasure, had started becoming rather irritated with her. Hermione and Harry sat down, and Ron staggered into the seat next to Hermione, looking incredibly pale, with an exuberant Lavender clutching onto his arm. "Oh, Won-won! Won't this be so exciting?" She smiled so wide it looked like it hurt. "I just can't wait! Oh, hold on, I've got to go find Parvati and tell her!" And with that she jumped off her seat with her blonde curls bouncing behind her. Ron groaned when she was out of sight, and grabbed the first plate of food in front of him.

"What am I going to do?" he groaned, stuffing several potatoes in his mouth at once. Hermione shook her head and looked away. In all the years she had known Ron Weasley, she could always count on his appetite to never fail. "I don't want to stay in the same body as her for a whole hour," he looked at Harry exasperated.

"Oh come on, it has to better than being inside Goyle's body," Harry shuddered remembering his awful experience.

"I suppose" Ron mumbled glumly.

"If she really bothers you that much, then why don't you just break up with her?" Hermione asked, as though it were the most obvious thing to do.

"You don't understand, Hermione, I can't just break up with her," he said, looking at Hermione incredulously.

"Why not? You clearly do not like her anymore, and the more you put it off, the more you're just putting yourself in misery," Hermione continued, pouring herself some pumpkin juice. Ron gaped at her.

"I-well-" He stuttered before giving up his attempt to argue. They was no point anyway. Hermione was right, as usual. They ate the rest of their lunch talking about the upcoming quidditch match against Slytherin. Well Ron and Harry did, Hermione propped open her book, and started reading for the rest of lunch.

Later that night, as Hermione was getting reading for bed, attempting to block out Lavender's conversation with Parvati about Ron's hair, she thought about what she had said to Ron earlier that day. Why didn't he just break up with Lavender? She was obnoxious and clingy and not exactly the brightest girl at Hogwarts. She really just didn't understand boys, especially Ron. Harry was easy to understand, for the most part and always said what was on his mind, but with Ron she could never be sure. Perhaps that's why she liked him, more than just a friend. It was no secret she had fancied Ron; everyone knew, except for probably Ron who was clueless. But it was like a puzzle with Ron that she just couldn't solve. She just wished there was a book or something she could read that could help her comprehend what went on in the teenage boys mind. She sighed, and snuggled under her covers, praying someday someone would.

A/N: So I know we haven't seen any Dramione lovin' yet...but be patient! This was just the prologue. We may get lucky next chapter...If you review ;)