[A/N: okay, so you know how I said the pool party would end at 7-ish...well, it ended at 10...and I woke up at 12 yesterday and I just woke up an hour or 2 ago...So I'm dead tired. But here's the chapter *yawn...]

Tom stood outside the Potions room, listening in onto the conversation between Slughorn and the three new 7th-years. They did as well as him? That should be impossible. He was the best student Hogwarts has ever had. He was the one who got 12 O.W.L's. He was the smartest wizard of their age. And he would stay that way.

He left once he heard Slughorn asking them to join the Slug Club.

Who would name their club that? Tom thought when he walked into Professor Harcolo's's class. A minute later, the Pensive twin's and Maelroy walked in.

I've never seen a girl do this class before...

Harcolo seemed to be thinking along the same way.

"Excuse me-Miss Pensive is it?- this is Physical defense, not Latin or dancing or Philosophy," he said.

"I know," she replied, "I signed up for this class, see?" She handed him her scheduale.

"Are you in Slytherin, Miss Pensive?" Harcolo asked, wondering if it was that power-hungry Slughorn who let her take this class.

"Yep," The girl replied.

"Ah, well, we have only one locker room, so would-"

"I can go into the bathroom and change." Hermione interrupted. Draco and Harry snickered.

"Ah, well, yes, go ahea-" The door swung shut behind Hermione in response.

The guys went into their locker room and changed into their gym clothes. When they got back, Hermione was already there, sitting cross-legged, reading her book. She was wearing a brown tank top and black sweats. Draco and Harry were the only ones who were unaffected by her outfit.

Why would she dress like that? Tom thought, She doesn't care about exposing like that? Hermione wasn't exactly exposing, her top was just showing more skin than what most of the guys in that class usually saw from girls. [A/N: I'm just going to say that most girl back then usually wore shirts that had sleeves that were at least as thick as their hands, but this paragraph sounds so awkward...ugh...]

"Alright, just to test you on what you remember, I'll have you come up in pairs and have you go againest eachother in front of the class. Be sure to give me your wands when you come up," Harcolo said, "Any volunteers?" Few a minute, everyone just sat there, until finally Hermione spoke up.

"I'll go!" the girl said, waving her arm in the air and smiling brightly.

"Miss Pens-" But again, Harcolo was cut off. He just sighed and then said, "Fine, anyone willing to go up againest Miss Pensive?" No guy wanted to fight this girl. She looked thin and slightly weak.

"Well, if no one wants to," Harcolo said, slowly, giving the guys one more chance to volunteer, "then, Miss Pensive, you may decide."

"Oh, good," she chirped. "How...aboout...you," she finally decided, her finger pointing towards Abraxas Malfoy.

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Hermione never really meant to pick Abraxas; She actually wanted to pick Draco, but then decided that it would be odd if she did.

When she had pointed towards Abraxas, his surprise wasn't hidden very well. The panic was very obvious and it didn't take Merlin to understand that Malfoy had no idea how to fight a girl. Once he got a reassuring nod from the teacher, though, he calmed slightly.

They handed over their wands and took their positions.

"Ready, And...go!" Before anyone even saw what happened, Abraxas was on the ground, on his stomach, with his arms pined behind him by Hermione.

"What the hell just happened?" Draco whispered after a moment of complete silence (during which Abraxas was still pinned down).

"I think he just got his pride destoryed," Harry whispered back. A few Gryffindors snickered, plus Draco.

Hermione had let Abraxas back up, and he said, "I want to go again, I will win."

"Sure," Hermione said, smiling.

They got into their positions again, and this time, Abraxas was clearly not willing to lose. She let him make the first move which was a swipe at her knees to knock her down. But she easily stepped to the side, causing him to stumble. He righted himself quickly and dodged a punch to his stomach. Now Malfoy was angry; There was no way a girl would beat him in this class, the one class he did better than Riddle in, and she might take that title from him.

While he was thinking this, he didn't notice Hermione's foot come toward his face. He barely manged to grab it in time and then twisted her around, only to have her use her other foot and kick that way. They both fell on their backs, but Hermione beat him to getting up. She aimed for a hit to his face, but he deflected it. He swung his fist to her face, and surprisingly enough, it hit her. They froze. No one actually expected him to hit her. Her head was still turned to the side, her hair covering her face. She stood completely still.

"You are so dead," she whispered, with a smirk on her face. And then she lashed out. It was all he could do to dodge them. Until she finally, punched him, and broke his nose. She gasped, and looked at her gist, which had some blood on it.

"I-I...I didn't mean that, I'm s-sorry," Hermione stammered and then ran out of the room. Everyone was silent.

"Dammit," Abraxas muttered, trying to get up, only to fall back down.

"Mr Pensive, Mr Maelory , can I talk to you?" Harcolo said, his face blank, "Someone go find Miss Pensive." When no one moved at the last order, Harcolo continued, "fine! Mr. Riddle, go find her!" Draco and Harry followed Harcolo while Tom got up and went outside.

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She actually wasn't that far away. She had her knees pulled close to her body, and her face buried in them.

"I'm so stupid," she kept saying over and over, sounding like she was crying, "What is wrong with me? He's not him, why did I think he was?" Tom couldn't help but feel as though he shouldn't be listening to this.

"It's him, thank Merlin I didn't have my wand with me," she continued, "I would have killed him." And then there was another sob, when she finally raised her head and noticed Tom. She barely flinched.

"Hello there, how was your day?" she asked, sounding high, "Must have been better than mine. I punched a guy in class; Probably broke his nose. Is that bad?"

"Who dis you think he was?" Tom asked cautiously.

"You heard that bit?" she asked (he just realized he didn't know her first name), "It doesn't matter anyway." And she chuckled. He didn't know if it sounded hysterical or sad. "Oh, god, I'm pathetic," she muttered, "you don't need to hear this." She said something after that, but he didn't catch it.

"Professor Harcolo is askin-"

"I know," she stated, "Let's go." She walked ahead of him, seeming like shewas limping. Tom felt something almost like...pity...and protectiveness...

[A/N: I know that this one is shorter than the last one by at least 100 words, not completely sure, but you get it. I'm soooooooooo tired, I've been reading too much fanfiction...*sigh...Well, you guys got this chapter, and I'm happy about that. Today is the second day of summer vacation, I should be high off of energy shouldn't I? Maybe I'm just weird...but screw it, I'm going to high school this September, High school high school. I was watching salt when I wrote this, and that's another reason why this took forever. And I was watching this other movie which I can't remember the name of. heh, oh well. Anyway, hope you liked this one! REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! I'll love you forever! till next chapter, xudafiz!]

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