A/N: I've been bitten by the fan fiction writing bug again after years. Also I realized I've been saying the pairing name wrong in my head. It's not said "drama mean" it "dra mione" like how you say hermione. Why did it take me this long to figure that out? Maybe it's because it's DRAco crosses with HerMIone so you take away the emohasis on "dra" but i catch it too late…

Anyway at the bottom of the last chapter all those years ago I said I knew what the next chapter was…. sadly I don't anymore and have no idea where that would be saved or written. Maybe I'll look through some old journals if I ever get around to organizing me room. That's a big if.

o I'm just gonna try to start up again after reading through the story today. I didn't cringe or anything, which is a good sign. Wish me luck!

Also what year did I set this in? I'm making an executive decision- it's set sometime in 5th year.

Chapter 3:

Hermione was fed up with Harry and Ron. They always asked to cheat off her notes to write their essays last minute. Turns out they had both conveniently forgotten that Mcgonagal had assigned 3,000 on their most recent topic and practically cornered her to ask for help. Honestly, they were at Hogwarts to learn how to be competent wizards! Besides, with their track record, Hermione wouldn't be surprised if there was a life or death situation at some point this year. But no, all they could think about were girls and quidditch all day every day.

This time, she put her foot down and refused. She had admonished them about the value of education and they had called her a nag and a broom stick in the mud. Well, they would just see she cared whether they got the points they deserved for once, wouldn't they? Maybe that would be the only way to get the idea of taking school seriously through their thick skulls. When she held firm, they acted like she was being unreasonable and mean. She finally cracked and really gave them a piece of her mind until she noticed she was late for potions. She then stormed off to the dungeon.

Harry and Ron looked at each other in disbelief. Hermione had never refused to help them before.

"Well" Harry sighed, "we best get on that if we even have a chance of getting McGonagal those 3,000 words tomorrow morning…"

"I can't say I'll miss my quality time with Snape…" Ron said.

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They had made her very late, which only increased her frustration. She barely kept herself in check through class, trying to keep herself from slamming things about.

If Draco so much as hinted at their usual banter, she wouldn't hesitate to unleash her pent up agitation. But he did not say anything beyond what was necessary for the potion they were working on, and even then he spoke calmly and nearly kindly.

At one point, Hermione intentionally attempted to pick a fight by criticizing how he'd prepared the pickled eye of newt. She wanted him to give her a reason to rant and tirade. But no such luck. He just asked her to pass the next ingredient which was on her side of the desk. She didn't stoop to throwing it in his face, but it took all her self control not to.

By the end of class she was frazzled and beyond grateful that it was her last course of the day. She vaguely remembered that she had read somewhere that screaming and/or punching ones pillow actually increases the likelihood of allowing one's anger to erupt in public or while in crucial conversations. It wasn't cathartic, it was building bad habits. At this point, she didn't give a damn , frankly, and stormed out of the dungeon to do just that. Heaven help Ron and Harry if they tried to talk to her.

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Hermione Granger was not someone to meddle with. Draco learned that the hard way back in third year, so he pitied whatever poor fools had pissed her off. He also secretly hoped that it was Potter and the Weasel.

No, it wasn't because he was jealous that they were with Hermi… Granger all the time but because of their long standing rivalry. Yeah.

He'd bet the Weasle deserved whatever Granger threw at him, which he guessed would only be words. He unconsciously shook his head as he made his way to the Slytherin common room. He would have liked to see a good shiner in that stupid freckled face…

Why has she been so eager to pick a fight in class? Was she just that goaded by whatever Pot-head and Weasle did that she needed a verbal punching bag? He'd tried to exude a calm attitude and was extra precise with his knife work in class, trying to appease her.

Because it would be embarrassing if she'd chastised him loudly in front of the whole class. Yeah.

Why would he care if she seemed to be having a terrible afternoon?

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A/N: well I'm actually ok with how that flowed. Maybe I'll even actually publish it. If I do, please leave me a review. It's kinda a big if.