Disclaimer; I sadly own nothing to do with the Harry Potter franchis.

A/N: This does not have a beta so if anyone wants to take it up I'd love you forever. I would also love any and all feedback. Work is slow on weekends, hence the ability to put up another chapter.

Hermione was furious to say the least. She hated the fact that she'd been paired with Malfoy of all people. The idea wasn't a bad one, inter house unity was a good thing to foster. Just like when the Tri Wizard Tournament had been going on it had been a good way of having people work with one another from other magical schools. But Malfoy?! With her? She was not going to be able to get anything done and this was all just going to be a mess.

Yet, she knew she had to try. Staying up late, she fell asleep on the couch with a book in her hands like normal and it felt like she'd only been sleeping for a few minutes when she was being shaken awake by some rather nice fourth years telling her that it was 6:45 in the morning. Shit, she was going to be late to meet Malfoy.

Taking a fast shower, Hermione threw on the first shirt she could reach along with a pair of jeans, her robes hanging loosely around her shoulders. Running a brush through her wild and bushy hair, she sighed. There was no way she was going to get it manageable. She was already late to meet Malfoy. Fixing her robes she put on her prefects badge, grabbed her bag with her books in it, and walked to the Great Hall. She was already late, Malfoy could wait.

And waiting he was. The moment he saw her, Malfoy gave her what was probably supposed to be a death glare but she just ignored it.

"You going to be late all the time? I thought you were intelligent." Malfoy snapped.

"You're the one that didn't give me a chance to tell you that 7 is too bloody early, you idiot. I'm here, stop complaining and let's go get food." Hermione retorted angrily as she shifted her bag further up her shoulder.

Without saying anything, he turned and stalked over to the Slytherin table, Hermione following closely behind. He didn't want to be dealing with this anymore than she did and as a result he just ignored her as he pulled some eggs and toast onto his plate and started eating pointedly ignoring her the entire time. That was just fine with her, she pulled out The Standard Book of Spells Grade 6 and started re-reading it.

Draco watched as Granger took out a bloody book and started reading it while eating food. Did she ever not have her nose in a bloody book? He rolled his eyes though, and continued eating his food. He needed to figure out what the hell he was going to do about this arrangement when he needed to keep up with the Dark Lord's mission for him. He had to fix the vanishing cabinet and also kill Dumbledore. Ditching Granger would be the first thing.

Finishing his food, he looked around the common room with an uninterested seeming look on his face. His eyes rested on the Gryffindor table and he saw that the Weasel seemed to be glaring at him and he snickered slightly. Someone definitely wasn't happy that the mudblood was partnered with him. Deciding he'd have a bit of fun he moved his hand as if he was going to brush some of Granger's wild mane of brown hair over her shoulder and was rewarded by the Weasel slamming his goblet onto the table and half standing up until Potter pulled him back down.

"What are you doing, Malfoy?" Granger asked with a glare as she looked over at him. Her brown eyes narrowed and fixed on his and he smirked.

"Having a bit of fun, Granger, isn't it obvious?" He asked with an indifferent tone of voice. "I didn't touch you, so there's nothing wrong with anything I did."

'You're trying to rile Ron up, why?"

"Because it's fun seeing him try to be all noble. He fancies you and it's quite hilarious—" he caught the blush on the mudblood's face and he snickered again. "You fancy him. What? Hoping to get married and pop out loads of ginger babies? He's probably the only pureblood you'd be able to be with. At least your children would be half breed spawns."

He saw Granger's eyes narrowing more and more and for a moment he wondered if she was going to punch him again as he noticed her fist clench. Instead she slammed her book shut and stuffed it into her bag, leaving without saying another word to him.

Point one to Slytherin.

Hermione had to leave the table. For one, the fact that Malfoy knew about her crush on Ron was embarrassing. But added onto the bullshit he was spewing she just had to leave before she punched him. She was a prefect, she couldn't go around punching Malfoy, no matter how much she truly thought he believed it. She wanted to be Head Girl so she would just ignore the words, like normal, and made her way towards Potions. The first class she was going to be sharing with Malfoy.

"Oi! Hermione!" Came a voice Hermione recognized all too well. Taking a deep breath she turned around and gave Ron a warm smile, even as her stomach did flips slightly when he put a hand on her shoulder. "Are you alright? Did that git say anything?"

Hermione laughed weakly. "It's fine, Ron. Nothing that I haven't had to deal with before."

"You should talk to McGonagall. She may be able to get you a different partner. You shouldn't have to put up with him." Ron retorted angrily as he walked with her to Potions. She wasn't sure why he was but she wasn't going to complain.

"It's fine Ron, we're prefects. We can't go against what Dumbledore has set up due to our personal feelings. It's not like he can hurt me, we'll never be alone." Hermione reassured him. "If anything I could always punch him again if we ever are alone." She grinned.

Ron laughed. "That's true." He seemed to realize he was walking with her to potions and they were alone and she noticed his ears tinging pink. "Well, I should find Harry. We have a free period."

Hermione deflated slightly. "Oh, right, sure. See you later." Hermione said as she watched him leave. Then she saw Malfoy's blonde hair and his smirk down the hallway and she turned on her heel and made it the rest of the way towards Potions. There was no way that she was going to deal with him without Professor's or other students around. She just didn't want to deal with it.

Yet, Malfoy's long legs had him caught up to her within seconds. Bloody man.

"So, Granger, why is it you don't just get with the Weasel already? I mean, I know his intelligence isn't up to par, but that should make it easy enough for you to boss him around." He sneered, his hands in his pockets and his bag sling across his body.

"Just shut up Malfoy. I may have to deal with you for class and one meal a day but that doesn't mean I have to listen to you outside of it."

"I'm hurt, a fellow prefect isn't willing to help another understand? Don't you want me to understand you, Granger? We'll be dorming together ever other weekend after all." He saw her guarded look and he barked out a laugh. "I'm not about to touch you mudblood. Your 'purity' will be saved for the Weasel."

Hermione's head was spinning and it took every ounce of control not to punch him. "Stay the hell away from me." She snapped as she pushed her way into Slughorn's class and sat down at the desk, her head in her hands. How the hell was she going to survive with Malfoy?