The sound of the talking and occasional laughter of the 7th year class filtered through the vast Great Hall. Dumbledore had called the entire year to a meeting, the contents of which no one knew. Still, even though it was 5 minutes after the set time, Dumbledore had yet to appear. Hermione, Harry, and Ron sat in the crowd of Gryffindors, laughing with their classmates.

"I wonder where Dumbledore is," Harry asked absently. Hermione shrugged. She had (fortunately for Harry and Ron) become a lot less uptight about everything, and had actually become an incredibly interesting person to hang around. Of course, the fact that she had matured physically helped her a lot.

Suddenly, the Hall quieted, and everyone became aware of Dumbledore and McGonagall standing at the front of the students, a heavily detailed bowl before the two.

"Where'd they come from?" Ron whispered. Both Harry and Hermione shook their heads.

"Attention students! I'm sure you all are wondering why you've been called here on the first day of your last month in school. I know you've all thought about what you'll be doing after school," snorts rose from the Slytherin side, where Malfoy appeared to be mimicking Dumbledore, " and your teachers, the Ministry of Magic, and myself have come up with a way to get you to be dependant on others. I will be partnering you up and sending each of you to live in a Muggle adventure, called a movie. There is a certain secret you must all figure out before you can leave that particular movie and journey to a new one. I must warn you all, though. Unfortunately, I was unable to fix one, shall we say, problem. The problem is this: you partner can tell you to do absolutely anything, and you must do it. To assist you here, though, you each will have 5 chances per movie to refuse, but after that, I'm afraid you must do the tasks. Oh, and one more thing." He smiled before continuing, "Before me is the Revealing Glass. What it does is prints the name of your least favorite person on the piece of paper you drop in, of the different gender, as it was made a rule that all groups must be male/female."

Whispers arose from the students, and Hermione bit her lip in concentration. She smirked and turned to Harry, and her turned to her in the same moment, thinking her same thought. He mouthed sorry, then said, "Hey Mudblood, ever think of cutting your hair?"

Hermione was shocked. Even though she knew he was pretending, she couldn't help it and slapped him roughly across the face, her hatred boiling up. She vaguely heard as each of the girls were called up alphabetically, and drew her attention back just as her name was called.

Taking her time, she stood up and walked to the front of the room, noticing out of the corner of her eye that many of the male classmates were looking at her. She picked up on of the slips of paper, and focused on hating Harry, then dropped it in. A few minutes later, Dumbledore drew it out and eyed it confusedly.

"Miss Granger, there are two names on here, but one was submitted out of artificial hate," Dumbledore said. Snickers arose from the Slytherin side. Hermione simply smirked.

"Professor Dumbledore, I wish to be partnered with the name of the person conceived with artificial hatred," she said politely.

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, then smiled. "Alright then, Miss Granger. Your partner is Draco Malfoy."

Hermione smiled. Partnered with Harry….wait…. Her smile faded into a look of total astonishment.

"No, wait, professor. Malfoy can't be my partner. Harry…"

"Miss Granger, this paper says that you truly dislike someone other than Mr. Malfoy, and there is no mention of Mr. Potter's name."

"But professor!"

"Please be seated, Miss Granger." Hermione opened her mouth to reply, then shut it and stomped back to her seat and grabbed her bag, then walked out of the Great Hall, slamming the door behind her.