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Chapter 1-Double Potions

"Double potions…yay…" Hermione sighed walking down the hallway with Harry, Ron and Ginny.

"And with the Slytherins…Even better." Ginny replied. The sarcasm in Her voice was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

"After all" Ron also replied. "They treat us ever so nicely"

"Well, if we don't have to do any major projects with them it shouldn't be so bad." Sighed Harry.

"Especially if we have as little to do with Malfoy as humanly possible." Hermione stated. Her gloomy frown had turned into a thin line of pure annoyance.

"Yeah, you already have to share a common room with him." Said Ginny "That would be enough to send me to St. Mungo's."

The previous week during the sorting hat ceremony. Hermione had accepted the position of Head Girl. Unfortunately for her, Draco Malfoy accepted his position as Head Boy. This meant Hermione had to share a common room and bathroom with him. In counting, he had already called her mudblood 56 times.

"I've only been sharing a room with him for a week and he's already called me mudblood over 40 times!"

"You should slap him again like you did in third year." Harry grinned

"I've tried." Stated Hermione, who was getting more and more annoyed by the second. "SIX TIMES!"

"NEARLY EIGHT TIMES A DAY HE CALLS ME MUDBLOOD!" Hermione screamed. "MUDBLOOD THIS! MUDBLOOD THAT! OH LOOK IT'S A FILTHY MUDB--" Hermione would have finished her statement if the group hadn't by then reached the potions room. Not only that, but in her blind fury Hermione had ran right into Severus Snape.

"Such derogatory language." Snape Smirked "And from our head girl too. 50 points from Gryffindor."

Hermione opened her mouth in protest but quickly shut it because at that moment none other but Draco Malfoy and his posy of Blaise Zambini, Pansy Parkinson, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle.

"Oh look, the mudblood's in trouble." Malfoy drawled.

Pansy Parkinson's giggle erupted into the air almost instantly.

"Let's keep walking you guys, I hear mudbloods are savage, she may attack us." Said Blaise, trying to keep a straight face.

Pansy Parkinson almost fell over she was laughing so hard.

"Carry on Mr. Malfoy," Snape drawled "And make sure Ms. Parkinson does not suffocate herself, though her shade of purple is absolutely radiant."

Then Snape turned to the Gryffindor.

"Now get into the classroom before I deduct more points."

"Wait professor that isn't fair." Ginny said turning around, just inches from the classroom. "You deduct points when Hermione Says that word, but not when Malfoy and Zambini said it."

"Ms. Weasley get into the classroom right now." Snape snapped "50 points from Gryffindor for talking like that to a teacher."

The Gryffindor then went into the classroom. Right before Hermione went in, Harry stopped her.

"Um Hermione."

"Yes Harry"

"Well this weekend is Hogsmead and I was wondering…"

"Yes Harry"

"Ifyouwouldgowithme."

"Harry I can't understand what your saying when you run your words together like that"

Hermione knew what Harry was saying, but she didn't want to believe it. Harry was like a brother to her, nothing more, and nothing less. Here she had to options, go on the date, which she didn't want to do, or refuse the date. Which would probably ruin their friendship, which Hermione really didn't want either.

"So what do you say Hermione?"

"Sorry Harry I zoned out. What were you saying?"

"Your not making this easy 'Mione" Harry sighed "Do you want to go on a date this weekend?"

"Um… Sure."

"Great!" Harry beamed

And with that, they entered the potions room.

While professor Snape was talking about some group project, Hermione was caught in a debate with her consciences.

Devil: You know your going to have a lousy time, just don't go.

Angel: Come on its just Harry, he's not a death eater.

Devil: But what if he wants something more then just one date? It's very possible.

Angel: No, Harry is like a brother.

Devil: To us he's a brother, to him Hermione may be something completely different.

Angel: SHES GOING ON THE DATE DAMN IT!

Devil: Looks like someone's loosing their temper

Angel: SHUT UP FUCKER!

Devil: It's really funny to watch you curse. It really fits the whole "Angel" thing.

Angel: JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!

And then the angel poofed away

Devil: heh heh hehhhh

And then the devil poofed away as well.

"Now you may join your groups" Snape drawled

SHIT! Hermione thought

"Um Ron did you manage to catch my group?"

"Um yeah 'Mione" Ron sighed "Your not going to like it."

"Just tell me Ron. It can't be that bad. As long as I'm not with Malfoy and his posy I'm okay. I mean, its five people per group, I can't be with them all. Right Ron?"

"Um… well 'Mione… you see…"

"RON!" Hermione said rather loudly, grabbing Ron by the shoulders and shaking him thoroughly "YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME WITH THEM!"

"Well you have Ginny!" Ron said trying to save himself from becoming Hermione's punching bag.

"Really?" Hermione asked, dropping Ron. "Thank Merlin!"

Throughout Hermione's years at Hogwarts, she and Ginny had become the best of friends. In many ways they were closer then Hermione was to Harry and Ron.

At that moment Hermione saw Ginny moving towards the Slytherins and she sprinted over to her.

"Gin, I need you to tell me what we're doing in the time it takes us to get to the table." Hermione said.

"As a group we think of a potion that is safe to perform on humans , research it, brew it, brew its antidote, and give a presentation on it in December. The presentation must involve all but on person in the group drinking the potion and letting the class watch how it effects them."

"Fantastic." Hermione sighed, rolling her eyes as she did so.

"Oh yeah and Hermione," Ginny added

"Yes Ginny?"

"These groups were selected by Dumbledore. We'll be in the same groups for every group project in every class this year"

"Ginny, you honestly don't know how lucky I am that Dumbledore let you skip a year."

"Thanks 'Mione." Ginny replied as they sat down at the table, instantly receiving a glare from the Slytherins. Then Malfoy gave his trademark smirk to his friend's. Then as if it had been some signal, the three Slytherins all said at the same time,

"Hello mudblood and Weaselette, welcome to hell."