It wasn't everyday you get partners with the guy who every girl in the school is dying to date. But what happens when he is a Slytherin? The mortal enemy, the…ultimate rival of the Gryfinnfore house. I took my seat rather unwillingly. Hermione clapped me on the back, a sign of comfort. I buried my face inside my arms.

"Well now that's settled, let me explain this a little more…thoroughly." Dumbledore said after the rest of the seventh years went. Hermione's face was blank when she got back from the chair. I completely zoned out and I had no idea who her partner was. I made a mental note to ask later.

"Seventh years, do not fret. As I stated earlier, this is all a simulation. However, in order to make this experience as real as possible, you and your partner will be living with each other for the rest of the year. Tomorrow will be a day off to explore your new living quarters and get the hang of things. Until then we need you to collect your things immediately and meet in great hall at seven tomorrow morning. Bring your things because you will be moving into living quarters immediately. Any questions?" A shy Hufflepuff slowly rose her hand.

"Will we still eat in with our house? Go to class with our house?" She asked.

"Yes, houses will remain the same for everything other than the parenting class." She nodded. Dumbledore dismissed us right after that. I walked with the golden trio silently.

"Can you believe it? Why would Dumbledore pair me with him? The bloody mudblood hater?" I knew immediately who her partner was. Poor Hermione, poor Malfoy! I could see it now, if he crosses her one time she will…he won't be very pretty anymore.

"Harry's the only lucky one here. Daphne Greengrass is bloody gorgeous man." Ron muttered. Hermione sniffed. Honestly, you'd think the girl who be more…secretive about her love for my brother…honestly.

"Ginny's isn't too bad either. Isn't Zabini an Italian prince?"Hermione said making Ron huff. I rolled my eyes.

"I'm glad you think that Granger. But please, I not an Italian prince. I'm a Italian model. Get it right." Hermione flushed with embarrassment. Harry and I chuckled.

"So I'll see you later huh, Ginny?" He muttered emphasizing my name.

"Tomorrow at seven Blaise." He winked before catching up with his passé. We all walked back in silence until Hermione finally burst.

"I hate Slytherins!"

"Hermione, Zabini wasn't that-"

"Bite me!" She screeched. I laughed.

"I don't eat girls Hermione. But thanks for asking." She stormed up to her room. I yawned and went to mine. Harry and Ron's laughter was still heard from my bed room.

Kind of short I know. I felt like this was a good place to end it though. Next chapter will be longer? And please no *hater* comments. Or at least not too mean ok?

Later!

-DracoHermsGinBlaise