Author's Note: WooHoo! I got a review! And a story alert! Lucky Me!
To PrideIsArrogance: Thank you for my first review! You know...ever? Anyway, sorry if she's a bit OOC, its kinda my first story.
Rushing into class, she laid her books onto her usual table, and instantly looked up at the board, and her jaw dropped.
The Potion Project:
We will be having partners, ones from the other house. I will be matching students based on their abilities. This project will last about a month.
Hermione sighed. Schoolwork she could handle. Being paired with a Slytherin she might not be able to handle, but she would try. Bad days always fix themselves, right?
Slughorn walked into the room, with a long list in one hand.
"Hello," he said jovially. "I take it you have all read the board?"
At that moment, half of the eyes in the classroom flicked to the board.
"Wonderful." Slughorn said. "Your partners...Mr. Potter, Miss Parkinson."
Hermione peered across the table to Harry. He looked a bit sick.
"Mr. Weasley, Miss Bulstrode."
If she thought HARRY felt sick, Ron looked positively awful, and a bit green.
"Mr. Malfoy, Miss Granger..."
She could not have heard that right. His voice droned on, but her mind remained there. What? Malfoy? She got Malfoy? Suspected Death Eater? Awful person? The one who tortured her from first year on up? Well, she could do this. Right. Keep telling yourself that, 'Mione.
"We will be making the Polyjuice potion. Each group will have to work together, and whichever group does the best on this assignment will receive a little bit of Felix here."
She knew she could do this. She made Polyjuice in second year! It would work. As long as the Ferret cooperated, there was no reason why she shouldn't be able to get her O, and earn that liquid luckā¦Unlike Harry, who would use that infernal book of his.
"Please find your partner now and move all of your materials over to them."
Soon, a staggering Hermione was balancing all of the ingredients, scales, and her potion book, tripped over to Draco Malfoy, who was leaning back on his chair legs, looking bored out of his mind. She was soon fed up with her balancing act, and said,
"Well?"
"Well, what, Granger?" his aristocratic drawl annoyed her to no ends.
"A little help might be nice," she replied.
His front chair legs fell to the floor with a loud bang. "Helping a woman would be acceptable, but one of blood so dirty it fouls the very ground she walks on? Absolutely not."
It was going to be a long month.
Draco's POV
So I'm paired with the mudblood. The one who looked like she had never seen a brush until the Yule ball and then promptly managed to lose it again right after.
Bugger.
Maybe she, the workaholic that she is, will do all the work for me. Then, I'll scrape my O and not have to do any work at all. Perfect plan. Now, I'll use reverse sie-col-o-gee or some sort of Muggle trickery to fool her into thinking that i think it's a bad plan so that she'll think it's a good plan and use it.
Yup. I can do nothing for the whole month!
This way, I'll can have more work time in the Room of Requirement on that stupid Vanishing Cabinet that's being such an annoying little...
Argh. It will take a while, but in the end, it'll all be worth it. Nobody will die, I'll have a form of approval...
And Granger will be off my back.
MmHmm, this will all work out perfectly.
In here, maybe... hissed his mind.
FINE! maybe only in here! But eventually it'll all be worth it! he cried back to his mind.
what was that quote? Oh, right... 'famous last words.'
How stupid am I? Having a chat...with MYSELF!
Granger's shrill voice punctured his thought-bubble.
"Well?"
Shocked out of his peaceful reverie, he quickly replied, "Well, what, Granger?"
"A little help might be nice," she spat.
At that moment, he noticed that she was holding a slowly tumbling pile of potions supplies. Brought back to Earth, his chair legs fell to the ground.
"Helping a woman would be acceptable, but one of blood so dirty it fouls the very ground she walks on? Absolutely not," perfect, you idiot, make her hate you even more.
The girl stumbled over and slammed all of her stuff down on his once-peaceful table.
"Well, I'm sorry that I want a GOOD GRADE!"
"I'm glad you finally admitted that it is a thing of shame."
He saw her gasp like a beached fish.
One month of free time coming up.
