I don't own these stupid characters!! Ah, well... except for the gorgeous Professor Covey ;)

'Hermione! Wake up! You'll be late for class otherwise. I know how long you take in the washroom' Parvati was shaking Hermione awake. Hermione sat bolt upright, disbelief etched onto her face. Had she actually dreamt about Malfoy? How lame could she possibly get? She held her head in her hands in frustration. She was always the first one to wake up, what had happened?

'What exactly are you waiting for? Get up! God! I've never seen you so lazy. You didn't have sleeping pills of some sort did you?' Parvati articulated her hands on her hips. Hermione swung her legs over one side of the bed and dazedly walked to the washrooms. She came out fairly quickly, surprising Parvati even more.

'Is everyone, but me going through a big change?' Parvati wondered as Hermione walked out in the common room.

'History of Magic! Why do we even care about History of Magic? What's in it for us? Don't they get it? What's gone is like in the past, we can't change it! So what's the use studying it? Frankly speaking, I don't see any point to it really. Do you?' grumbled Ron as the trio of Gryffindor walked towards their History of Magic class which was the only subject taught by a ghost.

'No' replied Harry. Hermione scowled at the pair of them.

'Harry, I expected better from you!' she shot at Harry, then rounding up on Ron: 'Ronald, seriously, I don't think you see the point of studying at all!' she said. Ron grinned. 'You know me very well, Hermione, good job!' he said. 'Oh, tremendously funny, you are!' Hermione retorted and sped towards the class leaving both the boys sniggering behind her.

The History of Magic Class went on as dull as ever. Hermione was the only one listening raptly to Professor Binns's every word. She was taking notes and had already filled 3 scrolls of parchment in half the lesson. She threw a reproachful glance at Ron and Harry who sat playing tic tac toe on a spare piece of parchment. Honestly, how did they expect to pass their N.E.W.Ts if they sat playing X O every lesson? N.E.W.Ts – Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests were the highest qualification Hogwarts offered. It was really hard to get an O – Outstanding in these exams, the one goal that Hermione had aimed for.

All subjects were offered to students, and they could choose a maximum of 8 subjects. Hermione had wanted more than ten, but then had to settle for 8 when Professor Minerva McGonagall, Transfiguration teacher and head of Gryffindor House had told her off for wanting too many subjects. 'Miss Granger! I don't see why you need more than 8! Let alone more than 10!! I know you're an excellent student (Hermione had inwardly beamed at this) but 8 are more than enough, I hope this settles the matter!' she had said to Hermione at the end of fifth year.

After their mind-numbing History of Magic Class with Professor Binns, they had Defense Against the Dark Arts. All the girls in the class fussed over themselves and their makeup. They squealed and giggled as they thought about their next class with their dashing new teacher. Hermione rolled her eyes at them. 'Stupid gits!' Ron and muttered under his breath. Everyone rushed out of the classroom and sped towards the DADA room which was situated at the far end of the same floor.

'Do you think this Professor will last long? I wonder if he's any better than you mate!' Ron said to Harry as they ambled towards their class. Harry flushed.

'Every Professor comes here for like one year, that's all. I don't think this one will be any difference' Hermione piped in.

'Funny you're saying this? I thought you fancied him like the rest of the girls in this school!' said Ron, gaping at Hermione.

'Ha-ha' Hermione laughed sarcastically.

'I think she had a bad enough experience with Professor Lockhart!' Harry verbalized, grinning. Hermione went very red at this sentence and chose to remain silent.

Finally, they reached the class, only to find that they were five minutes early. The door was locked and the whole class was waiting outside the DADA classroom and the trio joined them. 'Isn't this a bad impression? Not being in the class at the very beginning?' asked Ron. Hermione hushed him as they heard footsteps echoing in the corridor. Professor Covey turned the corner and beamed at the lot of them.

'Sorry I'm late!' he smiled. Lavender sighed loudly, at which Ron rolled his eyes.. 'Now without further ado...' he motioned towards the classroom door, which now stood ajar. All the students rushed inside and there was a great hurry to get the best seats up front. Hermione, Harry and Ron luckily got the seats right up front, nearest to Professor Covey's desk. Professor Paul Covey was dressed in navy blue robes with a high neck. His hair felt lightly on his sides and his hazel-brown eyes seemed more gorgeous than ever when he smiled.

Thanks for all of your reviews people you're the best!!! Okay, this chapter wasn't supposed to be separate, it was supposed to be with the previous one, but when I was loading it up I sort of cut out this part because I wanted to let you people hang on on the 'Sorry...' :P

Hope you like this one and I meant suggestions for how the story unfolds! Review for the next chapter!!

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