The next day at Transfigurations class, Harry sat next to an empty seat that he saved for Hermione while Ron was all the way at the back of the class sitting alone.

'Hermione, where are you?' Harry thought.

McGonagall entered the classroom. She glanced at Hermione's open seat and began teaching the lesson.

A few minutes in, the professor asked, "How can you tell the difference between a metamorphagus and an animagus?"

Everyone turned their heads to where Hermione was supposed to be seated, but found it empty. The Slytherins did no such thing, so they laughed when Malfoy drawled out, "I'm sure Miss Know-it-all bookworm Granger knows the answer."

Pansy faked a smile, but inwardly glared at him.

McGonagall spoke, "Mr. Malfoy, don't refer to another student with such a tone. Ten points from Slytherin and Miss Granger isn't here if you were bright enough to notice."

Pansy gasped, "What? Where is she?"

Draco smirked, "Yes, where is the mudblood?"

"No discriminating words in this class Mr. Malfoy. Thirty points from Slytherin and a detention with me tonight. As for where Miss Granger is, it doesn't concern any of you. Now, does anyone know the answer?"

Pansy frowned, 'What's wrong with Granger? I just saw her yesterday. Wait, what am I doing? Why am I worrying about her? Okay, okay, I know. I'm in love with her. Where is she?'

After class, Harry went up to McGonagall. Pansy noticed and slowly packed up her books.

"Professor, where is Hermione? Is she alright?"

"Mr. Potter, I assure you, Ms. Granger is alright. She had a talk with Professor Dumbledore and myself, she said that she can no longer take this class. She wouldn't tell us why, but she stood firm on not attending this class. She asked if she could take private lessons, we agreed. So, she will be teaching herself the material, but she will come in at the end of her unit to take a test for each subject." McGonagall caught that Pansy was still in the classroom and added, "I can't further discuss this Mr. Potter, so if you wish to know more, I suggest you speak with her." She ushered Harry out and Pansy quickly followed. She followed Harry to the Headgirl room. She saw him knock on the door, but no one answered; he left and silently cursed.

She was about to leave, when the door opened and revealed a puffy faced Hermione. "Hello?"

Pansy quickly walked to the open door and gently pushed passed Hermione.

"What are you doing here Parkinson?"

"Why do you want to take private classes? Is it because of Weasley? Because if it is, I swear I will beat the shit out of him."

"How did you know that I'm taking private classes?"

"I heard McGonagall tell Potter."

"Why do you even care? We're enemies. You call me mudblood."

"I have never in my life called you that foul and degrading word! You are not a mudblood! You have more talent than all the purebloods in this school combined! Shit! Draco Malfoy is nothing compared to you! He may have the papers and money, but that is nothing when you act like an asshole! Granger, you are worth a hell of a lot more than you think you are worth! If people are too blind to see that, tell me so that I can set their mind straight!" Pansy was ready to kill somebody.

Hermione stood there shocked, "I-I didn't know that you thought that. I'm sorry, I know I put myself down all the time, but it's because that's what I believe. And you are about the only one who thinks so highly of me. I don't even know why, seeing that you hate me and all."

"Hermione, why can't you get it?! I don't hate you! I-" she grabbed Hermione and pulled her towards her. She kissed her with so much passion that Hermione had to hold on to Pansy's shoulders to keep herself up. She roughly pushed Hermione up against the wall while running her hands over her body. Hermione whimpered and dug her hands into Pansy's hair. They broke for air but Pansy began kissing her neck and jaw. "Hermione, you mean so much to me, you don't even know."

Hermione gently pushed Pansy away and spoke breathlessly, "I don't get it. Why-?"

"You are the most beautiful, kind, special person in the world. Like I said, you are an untouchable goddess and you deserve the best. Will you be mine?"

"You want me to be your girlfriend?"

Pansy nodded. "I want no one else but you."

Hermione nodded, "Yes. I'd love to be your girlfriend."

Pansy smiled, she led Hermione to couch. She sat down and placed Hermione in her lap. "Now, care to tell me why you have decided to take private lessons?"

"I just can't stand the people in my classes anymore. There was no reason to stay."

"But now you have a reason, I'll be there."

"Pansy, you don't have to do that for me, taint your name, just so I will stay in class."

"Hermione, don't you understand how much I care for you? A name is just a name, but you, you're special and important. Please, stay in your classes."

"Alright. Pansy, thank you."