Hermione still couldn't understand why Snape hadn't just explained what the assignment was. Why couldn't he just let her know what was going on without having to try to humiliate her every time he had a chance? Well it was Snape…Alright, back to the git that was supposed to be informing her of a certain assignment.

"Malfoy, will you just spit it out?"she demanded.

"Can't tell you yet, miss know-it-all."he sneered mockingly at her, not wanting to let her know how he really enjoyed this.

She sighed. Loudly. He smiled to himself, careful to hide his face. They walked in silence until they reached the portrait in front of the Head Common Room, where Hermione sighed out "Lubricated", a password chosen by Draco, of course. He smirked again, suggesting that she should walk in sometime before midnight.

"Alright" she said as she settled on the Gryffindor sofa in their Common Room. "Spit it out, Malfoy. I don't have all night, unlike some people…"

"Whoa! Can't you give it a rest? First the docking of points, then the sighing, the glares and even the smirks. I'm rubbing off on you it seems…" he stole a glance at her, satisfied. He had done it again. At his words, she threw her hands in the air, glared at him, got up and stalked to her bedroom muttering something about "boys".

He smiled to himself, gazing into the flames until he was interrupted by the bushy-haired girl.

"Well?" she demanded

He looked at her, confused. She took this moment to take in the smile on his face, the relaxed body…Get a grip on youself, Hermione!

"Wha-…"he started, until-

"Oh, don't give me that bull, Malfoy. Just tell me about the assignment before I hex you back to your evil mother's womb!" all she wanted to do was go to bed…Her wonderful Head Girl comforter…

"All right, all right. The Muggle-Wizard exchange is just some project that seventh years have to do. We get paired up, a girl and a boy and we go to a Muggle village or city anywhere on this planet. We get to chose where we want to go...I believe Snape wants me to be your partner…"

She stared, horrified. How could she have ever deserved this? Was this a joke played on her by evil Snape and his foul accomplice the Duke of Dandelions?

"What on Earth are you talking about, Malfoy?" she was getting angry now. And her head ached to rest on her pillows…

"I thought yo were smart" he jeered at her, "I just told you of the assignment, now leave before I hex you out of my Common Room.

She ran off immediately, not looking back to see the disappointed look on his face. How he wished she had retaliated…