Draco Malfoy cursed out loud when he read the name of his partner, while he was walking down the halls back to his common room. "Ooooooh! Who did you get?" Squealed Pansy Parkinson. Gosh, she had to be the most annoying person in the world. "I got Dean Thomas. He's ok, considering he IS a Gryffendor!" She sniffed. Vincent said he got Lavender Brown. I feel so sorry for him. The only worse person is Hermione Granger. Gregory said he got Eloise Midgen! The poor boy! Who did you get?"

Draco didn't answer, he just walked off, and headed to the boys dormitories. "Why does it have to be Granger?" He thought to himself. He would never tell Pansy unless he had to.

The next evening, Professor Dumbledore once again asked all of the fifth years to stay behind. Almost everyone groaned, at the thought of having to spend time with a person they hardly knew. "You will now divide up into pairs with your partners, at the tables I created." When Professor Mcgonagoll said this, she flicked her wand, and the four house tables spilt into little tables, perfect for two people to sit across from one another.

"You have exactly one hour to write one roll of parchment on your partner. I will be awarding the best-written papers fifty house points apiece. Now you may begin!"

When she finished, there was a great rushing to sit at the table next to your friends, and make sure that you were sitting at the same table as your partner. Hermione and Draco sat at a table not to far from Harry and Pamada. Hermione said, "Ok, Malfoy. I know you also want the fifty house points, so let's make our papers good. We are both at the top of our classes, and I know we can do this!"

"Who died and left you Queen, Mudblood?" Was Draco's reply. "Really, Malfoy, we don't have time to start arguing! You go first. You love talking about yourself." "Fine, but I am doing this only because I want a good grade. You can sum me up in one word. Malfoy. That name says it all!"

"Well, maybe so, but Professor Mcgonagoll won't accept that! Here, I had already thought you would be doing something like this, so just fill out this roll of parchment, and I will do the same, and then we will write a short biography on each other."

"Whatever!"

Name: Draco Malfoy

Hermione Granger

Age: 15

15

Birthday: May 31

September 1

Favorite School Subject: Potions

Arithmacy

Least Favorite Subject: Transfiguration, History of Magic, Defense Against Dark Arts, Care of Magical Creatures

Potions

Favorite Animal: Snake

Cat

What you are Most Scared of: Malfoy's aren't scared of anything!

Failing a Subject in School

Anything else you would like to say? No

I have a cat named Crookshanks.

"Well," Hermione said, when she was surveying what Draco had written, "I guess this will have to do."

"Whatever," Draco grunted. Then he glanced up, and for the first time in five years, he actually saw Hermione Granger. Not just looked at her, but saw her.

Every other time Draco had looked at her, it had been with hatred. Now, when he glanced up with thoughts in his head, not of hatred, but of thinking, how different she looked!

She didn't have nearly as bushy hair or as big as teeth when you looked at her straight on, instead of with your nose in the air. In fact, she was almost bea-

"What are you staring at, Malfoy?" Her voice said sharply. "Nothing Mudblood." He shot back. "Then I suggest you start writing! We only have twenty minutes left, and you haven't even started yet." He mumbled something she couldn't hear, and turned his head toward the paper.

The truth be told, when Hermione looked up, and saw Malfoy staring at her, without hatred in his eyes, she thought, Wow! When he isn't smirking, he actually looks kinda… STOP IT! She commanded herself. And then, she told him to get back to work. It bothered her that he was staring at her. Could he possibly like her? Get real Hermione, she told herself. He is a rotten, no good Malfoy. He would never like a Mudblood like you, and you don't WANT him to anyway! So just stop thinking about it!

Draco was having the same kind of thoughts. He kept on thinking, wow; maybe I better look at her more often. Then he thought, you are a Malfoy, she is a mudblood. Don't waste you thoughts thinking about her!

Finally, Professor Mcgonagoll told all of the students to hand in the papers, and leave. Hermione and Draco were only to glad to leave, and hopefully, leave their thoughts of each other behind.

A/N: This is the second chapter, so what do you think? Should I keep on writing? Please review! I almost have the third chapter done, and am thinking of ideas for the fourth. Please let me know if you would like me to post the next chapters! And e-mail me at Notagirlygirl84@hotmail.com with any suggestions! Byebyes!