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Katya: My first language is German. I don't like writing in german so much, there are a lot of words which sound much better in english. I have written some german fanfiction (not Harry Potter, though), but I didn't like it so much.
And by the way: since my mum knows, that I'm writing story's she's eager to read them. And if she finds out next, that I write about HP, the only reason to keep her from reading it is the fact that they're in English. ;-)

Malferz: I'm afraid I didn't get what you mean. I mean, we already know, that he don't loves her. don't we? well, anyway, I know I should really get along with the love story in it. but… what shall I say? I love it if they hate each other.. ;-) No, honest, Snape'll tell Draco in time about his own past, but not yet, because I've had this idea… bla, you guys read.

"You know, you really should do something against it, this is the thirty second time you're visiting Madam Pomfrey,"

Draco recognized Snapes voice from the end of his bed. He smirked.

"Glad to see you're still alive, Mr Malfoy."

"I think you're the only one who's that opinion."

"Nah, that's not true, is it? It seems as if some people would care, or you wouldn't lie in one of the hospital wings beds."

There was something true in this sentence.

"Great, what do I want mudblood granger to care? Maybe she thought of getting some extra housepoints." He rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Did you two have a little argument?"

"Girls never shut up."

"Yeah, that's true. And they're very sensitive about what you call them." Snape looked at Draco as if he expected something from him.

Why did he look at him in this way?

"What do you mean, Sir?"

"I? I don't mean anything!", Snape smiled at him as if he was innocence himself.

"Well, anyway, Mr Malfoy, I'm here to tell you that you're free to go back to your dormitory or stay here over night. I expect you back to class tomorrow morning."

Tomorrows first lessons were potions. With Gryffindor. "Great!"

He wasn't looking forwards to this lessons. one, there were the three Gryffindors, who were annoying him with their only presence and two Snape was giving him a hard time.

He was still his favorite student, but he couldn't show it, because no one knew Snape was a traitor himself. Well, Harry, Ron, Hermione, McGonagall and Dombledore did, but they couldn't show either.

He went into the potions class and took a seat at the very end of it. Maybe he would just ignore him.

"Good morning, students," Snapes usual cold and sniffed voice called through the room.

"Today, we're going to mix a difficult potion. I'm afraid some of you won't manage this. So I'm going to pare you."

The class sighted. Who know's who's Snape going to pare up?

In the end it wasn't this bad. He most mixed Slytherins with Slytherins and Gryffindors with Gryffindors. Unfortunately, one Gryffindor and one Slytherin were left over. And those two were Hermione and Draco.

Hermione mumbled and seat herself next to Draco.

"I knew he hates me, but I didn't know it is that bad!", she whispered.

"Miss Granger, 10 points from Gryffindor, for talking without permission."

Hermione opened her mouth to protest, but knew better.

"Now, what I was about to say, before Miss Granger interrupted me, today we'll do changing potions. I'll tell you later what effects it has. - Potter, Weasley, 20 points from Gryffindor, for not listening to a teachers word - Now follow the instructions on the blackboard" and as he told so, the words appeared.

"You'll cut the oak roots while I'm mixing-"

"Professor Snape, why had you to put me together with Granger?", Draco called loudly after his teacher, apparently annoyed.

"10 points from Slytherin because you challenged the authority of a teacher. And I put you together because I think you two are a very cute pair. You fit perfectly together, honestly," Snape snarled.

"But…" Draco had stand up by now, and Snapes eyes glowed dangerously.

"And detention tonight, you come to my office after dinner," he said coldly and turned his back to them.

Hermione took the sleeve of Draco's robe and pulled him back into his chair.

"Better not arguing with him. He don't likes that."

"Shut up, Granger, and don't tell me anything about Snapes behavior!"

Hermione looked at him enquiring.

"10 points from Slytherin for talking too much and 20 from Gryffindor, because starting the conversation," said Snape coolly while looking down his nails. "And another 40 points from Gryffindor for looking as if they were going to giggle and for breathing too loudly. Yeah, Potter, I know. Life's not fair. I guess you all have something to do."

Of course Slytherins weren't happy about loosing points in their only lesson, where they usually never did. But otherwise it gave them one more reason for torturing Draco.

"He's such a stupid fucking filthy prick, I hate him!" Hermione muttered to herself while mixing the potion.

The blonde Slytherin said nothing, but glared at her dangerously.

"So, time'll soon be up, you'll finish this potions as a homework until next lesson."

Hermione and Draco moaned.

"And as an extra work for Miss know-it-all Granger and Mister the-world-is-not-fair Malfoy, you two will find out what this potion does, you'll take it and you'll tell your class the experience next potion lesson."

Then they were released.

Hermione looked at Draco. "Half past four, tomorrow, library?"

"Ok." he mumbled and then left.

Detention with Snape - nice one.

After dinner, Draco hurried to Snape's office.

"Good evening, Professor."

"Ah, yes. Sit down. You'll be helping me with a new potion. I've just found out about it. Now, replace the snake eyes from their hole's I will be needing those… and the end of the snake, but just the very last inch. Chop it until it is a fine powder."

Draco looked at a dead, and very dry snake. He sniffed and then began to work. A little while both of them didn't speak, then Draco asked: "Is there any chance for me to find out why you put me together with Granger in today's group work?"

Snape looked at him. one moment he thought about it, then he simply said.

"Yes. Maybe, you'll understand in time."

Draco rolled his eyes. Couldn't he speak openly?

"Do you know anything I should also know?"

"Yes, I do. But I'm not going to tell it to you, not now, not tonight. Understood?"

Draco remained silent. What did he mean? He didn't understand this.

'As if there would be anything important about Hermione and me… I mean, Granger. Granger, not Hermione.'

A/N: Yeah, I'm still begging for a review!