Author's Note: Yes, it has been a while. I'm sorry, but I have just had so much homework to do lately, add that with all my community service, other stories, taking care of my sisters and stupid computer problems (and laziness, but that's beside the point), I just haven't had much time. I am also trying to come up with an idea for a local creative writing contest that I wanted to submit in. Anyway, at least I have the chapter now...? Whatever, take it or leave it! Oh, and in case anyone is wondering, this is not one of those fics where Draco and Hermione date in order to get revenge on someone. I mean, I love those fics, but I wanted to try something different. Oh, and one more thing! Let me know if anyone is OOC! I need to know these things! For any grammer mistakes or syntax errors, I apologize in advance. I don't have a beta and I tend miss some of the most obvious mistakes.

Disclaimer: I once had a dream that I owned Harry Potter, and I woke up right before I died when an extremely obsessed fan tried to shoot me because I wasn't British. Kinda glad I don't own Harry Potter...


Chapter Three:

Big Boobs Mountain Range

Hermione dashed into her classroom just in time for the bell that signified the beginning of classes. Panting heavily, she plopped gracelessly onto her chair as the last couple of students in the hall rushed off into their classes. After a few seconds, Hermione became aware of the curious gazes her students cast her way and turned to them, eyebrow raised delicately.

"May I help you, class?" Hermione asked, a slightly sarcastic edge to her tone. Her students had the decency to look slightly sheepish and look away.

"Sorry, Ms. Granger. It's just that," one of her students, Tara Anderson, began, "you're never late. Most of us had begun to suspect that you lived here."

"No, I don't live here. Not since the cleaning staff began to complain about my taking too much space," Hermione commented good-naturedly. "Besides, I wasn't late."

"Well, you're never this close to being late."

"You're right, Nick," Hermione commented to the student who had just spoken, then raised an eyebrow once again. "Let's see if you can manage that again, shall we? Do you remember what we will be studying this next month?"

"…Er… I," stammered Nick, "… No?"

"I didn't think so. Now," Hermione sighed, the harsh pounding in her head reminding her of her hangover now that the strange 'Malfoy situation' was over, "We will be focusing on geography in the Americas for the next few weeks, seeing as how we finished most of Europe and Asia. Does anyone know anything about the Teton Mountain Range?"

Hermione should have known she could never have a peaceful day once Draco malfoy had managed to slither his way back into it.

Draco smirked as he strutted into the class Hermione was teaching. A few of the students noticed him but said nothing, while others were completely oblivious as they listened with rapt attention to their teacher. Hermione herself hadn't noticed, so Draco contented himself with leaning against the wall closest to the door, arms crossed over his chest as his smirk grew.

His smirk became even more smug as he noticed a few of the teenage girls in the class that had seen him walk in blush and giggle.

He still wasn't sure how Hermione resisted him. Like stated before, he was the complete package.

Draco raised an eyebrow at the word 'Teton', stating condescendingly, "Teton? Isn't that French for breasts? So, it's literally the 'Big Boobs Mountain Range'? They must have been both drunk and horny when they named them that." Draco chuckled when Hermione jumped and whirled to face him, an annoyed look on her face.

"Malfoy! What the bloody hell are you doing here! I am trying to teach a class here!" Hermione yelled, then paused in a confused silence. "How did you even get in here? They don't let just anyone in here, and if you had sneaked in here we would be on lock-down."

"Of course I didn't sneak in here. A Malfoy would never degrade themselves so as to sneak into a school of all things."

"What are you talking about? What about sixth year when-"

"That doesn't count."

"How does it not count? You did just what-"

"Let it go, Granger," Draco cut her off, intent on ending that particular conversation. "So this is your class, eh? I have to say, I never thought you would be teaching Geography. If anything, I thought you'd work at our old school if you really wanted to teach. I'm sure McGonagall would have loved to give you her old position. Or maybe work more with, what was it again," Draco pretended to think about it, "spew, right?"

"Not spew! S.P.E.W!" Hermione corrected angrily, mentally cursing Malfoy for bringing it up.

It was still a sore subject for the brunette.

"Oh, yes. Who could forget? Sometimes I miss those good old days," Draco said, laughing at the indignant look on her face. However, he felt uneasy when her expression went from put out, to superior.

"They were rather fun, weren't they Ferret?" Hermione asked smugly, challenging him to reciprocate.

"I should have seen that coming."

"Yes, you really should have. Now answer my question!" she demanded.

"Which one?"

"I don't care!"

"Well, to answer your second question," he pointed to his visitor's pass casually. "As for the first, you'll find out on your own soon enough."

"How did you get a visitor's pass? You have to actually have a reason for the school to give you one. I doubt being a bloody pain in my arse is a good enough excuse," Hermione mumbled that last part to herself, unwilling to let her class hear her use such language.

"Oh it wasn't as hard as one would think. And if anyone asks, your cousin Marigold, my girlfriend, is in the hospital and I needed some comfort." Draco gracefully took a seat on her chair behind her desk, resting his head in his hands.

Just as Hermione was going to respond, one of her students rose his hand, a look of uncertainty on his face.

"Yes, Riley?" Hermione coughed awkwardly, having forgotten about her students completely.

Stupid Malfoy.

"Um… Who is he?" Riley asked, pointing at Draco. The rest of the class also inclined their heads interestedly. They all wanted to know the answer to that question. He must have been someone close to their teacher, for they had never seen her so distracted from a lesson before. Usually, nothing could make her completely dismiss the class unless it was over.

Hermione blinked. Why would anyone want to know who Malfoy was? Of course, she didn't really blame them. After all, it wasn't everyday she engaged in a verbal argument in the middle of class.

"This is Malfoy," he voice was filled with distaste as she said this. "We used to go to school together," she said simply, hoping that would satisfy her curious students.

"Really? Are you guys dating? Oh my God, you guys make just the cutest couple!" exclaimed Claire Boudreaux, a girl sitting nearest the door. Squeals of excitement followed her statement, along with horrified and disgusted expressions from both Draco and Hermione.

"Why does everyone assume that we're dating?" they both demanded angrily.

Really, Draco's plan was not going…well, the way he planned! He had hoped he'd be able to embarrass Hermione in front of her class(es) and walk out the superior one, but those teenager girls with their romance obsession and seeing things that were not there were ruining it all!

"Because you look great together!"

"No we don't!"

"And you know each other so well."

"How would you know?"

"Well, for one, you two have been speaking in perfect unison this whole time."

"No we- Stop copying me!"

"You know Ms. Granger," spoke Tara, clearing her throat, "I have to say, I think I like him better than the last guy that came her. That Weasel wasn't the most polite person out there. He was actually kind of a pervert. You were out of his league."

Draco paused, looking at Tara for the longest time, before turning back to Hermione. "I would just like to point out," he began, "that without the slightest bit of influence on my part, your student just called Weasley, Weasel. And she said the exact same thing I did yesterday. I believe the universe is trying to tell you something," He paused dramatically, then added, "I think it's about time you start listening."

"Shut up, Ferret."


"How could you just ruin my class like that? You had no right!" Hermione seethed, ever so tempted to punch the stupid blonde in the face. He could have been seen! By Skeeter! True, Hermione doubted Skeeter would really be here around muggles, but one could never be too careful.

"Oh calm down, Granger. It's not as if your students care," he drawled, infuriatingly calm.

It's like he's begging her to hit him.

"But I care! Do you know how embarrassing it was for me when they began speculating about our supposed 'relationship'?"

"Hey, it was pretty embarrassing for me, too. They thought I was dating you."

"Well, if you hadn't had shown up, I might have been able to actually give them an assignment! Because of you, all I could do was give them a chapter to read since I wasn't able to teach them anything!"

"Think of it this way, Granger," Draco began, looking her straight in the eyes, "you're saving trees with the less homework you give them. You could even start a new organization for it. Maybe call it C.R.A.M.P. Corporation for Radically Altering the Misuse of the Planet."

"Oh stop being such an idiot, Malfoy! I have had my fill of underestimated and unappreciated groups for bettering society and I do not need any more," Hermione huffed angrily, almost pouting.

It was the end of the day, and Draco had stayed there the entire time throughout each of Hermione's classes, never once getting to perform his plan. Every single class had at some point mentioned that Hermione and Draco would make "the cutest couple ever", which sent both the adults and the teenagers to debate over the, according to both Draco and Hermione, "most absurd, mortifying, ludicrous idea that would signify the end of the world if it ever were to occur".

It wasn't a happy day for anyone, really.

"Groups? You mean you had more than just spew?" Draco asked incredulously.

Hermione blushed, choosing not to respond to that. In fact, she had started more than a few organizations over the six years after their graduation. Not that she would ever admit that. Especially not to the arrogant blonde toerag with an ego the size of Asia. And Africa. Together.

No, especially not to him.

"Shut up, Ferret. Now, let's get out of here before any more ridiculous rumors start to accumulate," Hermione said, packing her things into her purse. Since all of her students were gone, she didn't need to wait or explain to anyone how she manage to stuff all of her papers and supplies into her tiny purse. "Here," she added, thrusting her purse at Draco.

"…What?" Draco eyed the purse with disdain, hoping to Merlin that Hermione wasn't trying to make him hold that thing again. Especially now that they were in a more populated area.

"Since you felt the need to come all the way over here just to embarrass me, you get to embarrass yourself by carrying this for me through a crowded high school all the way to my car at the back of the parking lot. I guess it's a good thing I came in late today," Hermione said, smirking a smirk that Draco had to admit was impressive. When Draco made no move to grab the bag, she said haughtily, "Hold my purse."

"No way. There is absolutely no bloody way you are going to make me hold that thing again!"


"How the bloody hell do you always get me to hold this thing?" Draco complained in disbelief from behind Hermione as the walked through the halls, barely ignoring the snickers that followed them at the sight of Draco holding the periwinkle handbag.

"I have recently learned the art of persuasion in order to get what I want," Hermione said blankly, struggling to keep herself from laughing at Draco but not showing any indication of it. "It has come in handy quite a few times. I managed to talk myself out of a couple of speeding tickets a while ago, and I was able to get my car much, and I mean much , cheaper than it was supposed to be..."

"Has anyone ever told you that you're very Slytherin for a Gryffindork?"

"Yes, Harry and the Weasleys may have said that a few times." Hermione thought for a moment than added, "And Luna might have mentioned it a while ago."

Draco didn't know what to say to that. Who knew the Gryffindor Princess was almost as crafty and deceitful as most of the Slytherins he knew. Maybe even more so. They finished their walk to Hermione's car in silence, both feeling uncomfortable in each other's presence. When they reached their destination, they turned to each other simultaneously and spoke stiffly.

"Goodbye, Granger."

"Goodbye, Malfoy. I hope to never see you again."

"You know me so well, sometimes it's like you can read my mind, Granger," Draco teased, fully prepared to leave and never see her again. He would admit, the last twenty-four hours or so were not completely terrible, but it wasn't like the know-it-all made much of an impression that he would miss her. No matter how amusing it was to rile her up, he was totally fine with this being their last meeting.

Unbeknownst to him, Hermione was having the same thoughts. Sure, manipulating him and forgetting about Ron for even the shortest amounts of time helped her a bit, but she just could not take any more rumors and gossip spreading about her. She didn't really want to receive more hate mail.

With their (slightly awkward) goodbyes said, they went their separate ways. Draco turned to leave and, at the same time as Hermione, turned back. Hermione opened her window as Draco walked back toward her car and held out her bag.

"Sorry," he said sheepishly, "I forgot I was holding it."

Hermione smirked, "Looks like the 'bloody thing' grew on you, huh? You know, it's not too late to come out of the clos-"

"Give it a rest, Granger. Sometimes it's like you only bring that up so that you can find out if you have a chance with me. If it makes you feel any better, I can assure you that I am straight," Draco commented, winking at her.

Hermione turned red in anger, snatching her purse from his hands. She huffed, closing her car window and sped off without another word. Draco smirked as he watched her leave, checked to make sure there were no nearby muggles, and vanished no the spot with a loud crack.


Rita Skeeter glanced at the doors to the muggle school that Draco Malfoy had walked in a few hours ago, and groaned irritably. What was taking the man so long? She had been tailing him since she spotted him in muggle London where she was getting her usual cosmetics- even if the muggles had no magic, they worked wonders with blending colors together for the most interesting eye shadow- and followed him here to this ordinary secondary school. He walked in at around eight a.m. and had yet to exit.

Rita was beginning to get bored. And itchy. But who could blame her, she had been sitting in the bushes for who knows how long. She would have just cast a Anti-itch charm, but by the time she realized that she could, she just didn't feel like it. She also could have just left, but she had been waiting too long now to just give up!

Finally, as if answering her prayers, Rita noticed Draco leaving the school's doors, followed by… Hermione Granger.

"This will be great," Rita said, smirking, already taking as many pictures as she could. Her quill floated in the air beside her, poised to write whatever she said down as she observed the current Ultimate power-couple of the Wizard World. "Draco Malfoy, once one of the most renown blood-purists, paid a visit to Hermione Granger at work today. Apparently, not only is he willing to forget the fact that Granger is muggleborn, he seems to care enough about her to even allow himself to be surrounded by strange muggle adolescents. He's even holding her purse for her!

"Even if the two were to deny their relationship any time soon, it is quite obvious to this reporter that there is something deep between these two. Now, as the two stop at what is presumably Granger's… kar (Note: check on that later), they seem to be having a hard time saying their goodbyes. The two gaze into each other's eyes for another moment before turning away. I don't know about you, readers, but as a reporter I can honestly say that the scene I have just witnessed may have been one of the most romantic things I have ever seen.

"And oh! What's this? It looks like… Yes! They have both just looked back! Everyone with the most basic knowledge of body language should know that a backwards glance usually indicates interest or attraction. Yes, no matter what they try to say, there is clearly something going on between these two star-crossed lovers. They seem to be exchanging some last words… Oh my! I have to get a picture of this! Something that Draco has said has made Hermione blush! Hermione reached out to Draco- probably saying more goodbyes to each other- and drives off."

As Draco disappeared from sight, Rita stands excitedly, already mapping out her next article on the two love-birds.


AN: Review and tell me what you think. And most importantly, I need to know whether people are in character so far. Rita may be, but I'm a bit iffy about her character anyway. I'm thinking Hermione is not as know-it-all or witty as she should be. Draco might be a little too happy... Or maybe that's just me. Review anyway!