Disclaimer: I wish, I wish, I wish they were mine… but the characters, the terms, basically everything but the idea and the people you don't recognize belong to J.K. Rowling.

Foreword:

Harry, Hermione, Ron and the others are in their 6th year at Hogwarts. This story is based on an assignment they do in Future Living class. Future Living is a mandatory class for all sixth-year students. It is a branch of Muggle Studies, but is also applicable to the adult lives of witches and wizards. As the name clearly states, its use is to teach young witches and wizards about adult life. To promote "inter-house unity", each class includes students from all four houses, instead of two. This story is a Draco/Hermione romance, coming from both of their viewpoints. The diary entries are Hermione's, the journal notes are Draco's.

Dear Diary,

Today, my life officially ended. I tried talking to McGonagall about it, but seeing as I am a prefect and I have to promote inter-house unity (and because I wouldn't pass my year), she won't change it. I can't believe it. I thought that this class would be easy, seeing as I've lived as a Muggle for my whole life, babysitting to earn extra money, fantasizing about my adult life, especially my marriage… but Future Living class turned out to be way different than I thought…

Rrrring!

"C'mon, 'Mione, we'll be late!" Ron yelled.

"Ron, try to remember… who needed that 6th bowl of Chudley Cannon Crunchies?" Hermione rolled her eyes.

Ron grinned, blushing.

They ran into the classrooms just as the final bell rang.

"Welcome to your first Future Living class. I, as you know, am Professor McGonagall. I'd also like to introduce you to a new face at Hogwarts. My assistant…" she gestured towards a younger woman sitting in the corner of the classroom. "…Is Ms. Ludney."

Ms. Ludney was a thirty-ish woman, but was obviously trying to look younger. Her face was masked beneath a thick coat of make-up. Her brown hair was streaked with blonde, and it was painstakingly put up into the latest "fashion", a bun with hair sticking straight out at different angles. She cleared her throat and stood up.

"Welcome to this class, students! I hope to be getting to know you all personally as the year goes on!" Ms. Ludney spoke in a high-pitched voice. "The first activity we are going to be doing in this class is what we are going to call the Egg Assignment."

"Pardon?" Draco Malfoy choked back laughter. "Are we at Hogwarts? Or some Muggle farming school?"

"It's not what you think. Many Muggle schools do this activity as well, to introduce young adults to adult life. It involves you 'marrying' someone, and carrying around a 'child'. This child will actually be an egg. You will make a 'home' for it, and take it around to your classes. During this class, you will have to talk with your spouse and organize your life. Bills, taxes, jobs, that sort of thing. It will also give you an interesting look into Muggle life. It may seem non-applicable in the wizarding world, but you will find some of these skills helpful. So, any questions?"

"Yes." Draco said with a sneer. "Can we skip this class?"

"Now, Mr. …" Ms. Ludney quickly looked at her seating plan. "...Longbottom."

"Don't insult me!" Draco said, giving Neville a cold stare. "I'm a Malfoy, not some Muggle-loving filth!"

"Come come, Mr. Malfoy. This class is trying to bring you closer to one another, not making you enemies!"

"Too late for that." Ron said under his breath. He shot Draco a look that clearly said "Watch it!"

"All right everyone. That is enough!" Professor McGonagall strode back to the front of the classroom. "You are all going to sit quietly for the rest of the class. This is a class for mature young adults, not bickering schoolchildren! Let's hope that in the future you can all act your age. Next class you will get to draw names to see who will be your 'spouse'. But for now, let's see how quiet you can be."

Well Diary, that's how it all started. If only I had known what was coming…

A/N: Re-doing this story!To see the old one (don't know why you would want to) look up the pen name Berekka van Googlesmith.I haven't written in a while, but I miss it and am now going to restart. CC is welcome.