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A/N: Sorry for the shortness of this one! You'll get anothr chapter soon to make up for it.

Harry met her right outside the Defense classroom, leaning against the wall, gasping for breath. Hermione hurried to him, concerned, until she saw he was laughing.

He could barely whisper, "Emo Draco," before he started laughing again. Hermione chuckled and ducked into the classroom.

Everyone was already seated, whispering to their neighbors. They didn't hide the object of their discussions as they kept glancing at the fuming former blond. Hermione eyed him appraising, noticing he was still sexy. She mentally slapped herself, biting her lip when she saw him staring back at her, none too happy. The heat in his gaze only seemed to affect her more as she reddened slightly.

He suddenly smirked at her and dipped his head gracefully in recognition of the task. He suddenly turned his want on himself and her eyes widened. He cast a simple spell and suddenly had a very familiar scar. She grinned and took Harry's normal seat beside Ron, leaving only 1 spot for him to sit once he came into the room.

Still chuckling slightly, Harry came in and sat beside Draco. The door closed gently before their professor came out of his office. This year, they had Professor Lupin back, now that the curse on the position had been lifted with Voldy's death.

Lupin entered the room and waved his wand, getting a rollcall based off of magical signatures. He nodded in satisfaction and looked up, only to give a double take and laugh in surprise.

Draco grinned. "I'm sorry, Professor, but I can't help but be a fan." Lupin tried to be serious, but every time Harry was called on, Draco would answer and he finally gave up, pairing them to duel for the rest of class.

Right before the class was over, Draco pointed his wand at his neck and cleared his throat. His voice boomed throughout the room. "If anyone is interested in joining the new Harry Potter Fanclub, Crabbe is taking applications. Feel free to spread the word."

Crabbe glared around, daring anyone to come up to him asking about joining the club. Hermione giggled to herself as she gathered her books together while Harry groaned in disbelief.

As they were leaving, Draco brushed by Hermione. "Declaring war on me, Granger?"

She sniffed. "Of course not. This is just payback for my knickers."

He breathed in her ear, "Consider it a war then." She gasped when he ran his tongue down her jawline and chuckled darkly. Then he was gone.