-Magic and Marriage-

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AN: I am sorry that I haven't updated sooner. I was on vacation, then school engulfed me with assignments, and I went upstate this past weekend. Sorry. I also would like to inform the readers, I will update about once every week, to once every two weeks. I do have other things to do beside write for you people. I am kidding. What else would I be doing?

-Magic and Marriage-Chapter Two-

It was 6:30 in the Morning. Hermione had gotten up to discover that she was freezing. She sneezed as she stood up to find the heater. She walked around the room, carrying a box of tissues. She found it, and also found that it was not on. She looked for a switch, of some sort, when she realised, 'Electronic devices don't work on Hogwarts grounds'.

She recalled that from 'Hogwarts, A History' Which was on her nightstand that exact moment.

She gave up on the heater, and grabbed a large amount of blankets and burried herself in them on the couch. She blew her nose, and snuggled into the soft blankets as she remembered that today was the first day of school. She stood up, only to find that she was dizzy. She sat back down.

She decided upon crawling to her room, to attempt to get ready for class. She reached the door, and walked, rather crawled, into it. She looked around and spotted her carry bag, from the train ride. She picked it up and looked for a thermometer. She found one but realized it wouldn't work. Yet again quoting 'Hogwarts, A History'. She was stuck on the decision of wether she should attend class that day.

She felt her forehead and discovered no irregular temperature. Her head felt normal to her. But then again, she was the one feeling it. She decided to get dressed and see what happened then. She was now in the common room, looking for some spells to cure her cold. When she found none, she decided upon walking to the Infirmary to get a cure from Madam Pompfrey.

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Some time later...

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Draco was racing around his room. Attempting to pull on his shirt and find his books at the same time.

"Where is that damn Potions Book?!" He said to himslef.

He ended up tripping and landing on the floor. He looked to see what he tripped on. "There you are, you bloody book" He shouted as he ran out of his dorm, puting on his Tie.

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Hermione was sitting in her Transfiguration classroom, sneeze-free. Just a few sniffles, here and there. She was taking notes on 'How to Transfigure animals into Kitchen objects' When the door slammed open. In came a Irritated-looking Draco. Struggling to pull on his Robes. He slammed his books on a desk and sat down. He leaned back on his chair, and acted like he had been there the whole time.

"Mr.Malfoy, if you think that you would be excused for lateness in my class, I'd have to say you've gone mad." Stated a very tensed Professor McGonagall.

Draco just looked up at her, and searched for an explanation. Not like it mattered...

"I woke up late, Professor. It seems as though my roommate couldn't bother to wake me up." He stared, glaring at Hermione all the while.

"It is not you're roommates responsibility, Mr.Malfoy. 5 Points from Slytherin, for tardiness."

All the Gryffindors looked at the Slytherin Students, an laughed. Happy that for once they weren't getting low on House Points. The Slytherin Students just glared at them and returned to their work. Besides, we'll see who's laughing in Potions.Malfoy glared at his roommate, and threw a note her way.

Hermione looked up from her notes, for the second time in class. To discover a crumpled up peice of paper laying on her Text. She looked around the room, and saw Malfoy looking at her. 'What does he want now?' She thought to herself as she unfolded the note. She saw his neat penmanship on the crumpled paper. She read the note.

'Couldn't wake me up, Granger? You could have at least knoked on my door. I'm sure I would have woken up. You filthy mudblood.'

Hermione was absolutly apauled. How dare he. She scribbled a response on the paper an threw it at him, while McGonagall was facing the board.

Malfoy unfolded the paper, and read her response.

'It's not my responsibility, Malfoy! Like Professor said. You should have awoken on your own. I'm sure that you ar not that thick, where you can't do anything without anyone to be there to assist you!'

He was offended! He wasn't that stuck-up. Was he? No. Definitly not. She had no right to call him thick, or unable to act for himself. He didn't even bother to write back. He just threw the note into the trash, and dazed off; retending to look like he was listening to the Professor.

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~*-( Sometime at Lunch ) -*~

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"Hermione, would you pass the chicken?" Asked Ron while loading his plate with at least two of everything on the table.

Hermione looked up from her own plate, and passed the plate of Chicken, towards Ron. Harry was waiting for Ron to finish loading his plate, so he could talk about the latest Quidditch Game. Ron looked up at Harry and started blabbering on about some Quidditch play, and then Hermione decided to tune them both out. She wasn't all that hungry. She should be though. After the long train-ride the night before, and the whole cold thing. She just traced the rim of her cup with her finger, as she tapped her foot on the ground and started thinking about her upcoming Muggle Studies class.

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Draco was looking aroun the Great Hall, as he entered. He saw everyone chatting happily to their new, and old friends. He laughed at how pitifull they were. Then looked to his own table, and frowned a bit at his two lumps of 'friends' Crabbe and Goyle. He sighed and walked over to the table. He took a seat inbetween them both, and started to fill his plate with food. He had eaten rather fast. But sat there, in silence, as he played with a peice of string danggling from his robes.

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The bell rang, signaling the end of Lunch, and the start of Muggle Studies.

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Hermione was walking to Muggle Studdies, when a certain blonde boy pushed his way through. Shoving people and making room for himself to pass. He accidently knocked over a First year in the process. She was talking to her friends, when, BAM he ran into her. She fell to the ground, and looked a bit grumpy. She stood up and ran up to Draco. She pushed him into a student, then ran off with her arms crossed over her chest, and a pouting face. Malfoy and his 'goonies' laughed at this scene.

Hermione, Harry, and Ron just watched this scene from behind a few students rushing to get to class. Hermione walked over to the first year, and asked her if she was alright. Bad Idea. This young first year just happened to be a first year Slytherin. So when Hermione, a Gryffindor, asked if she was alright. The first year spit in Hermione's face!

Hermione looked at the student in disgust. Then she noticed she was a Slytherin Student. ''Oh,'' She mumbled. ''Slytherin eh?You'd best not do anything like that again, you little brat'' Said Hermione while poking the first year on the shoulder. She then stormed off to Muggle Studies.

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"Hello Students, and Good Afternoon!!!" Came the cry of the Newest Muggle Studies Professor. The last one had a odd accident with a pitchfork and a sewing machine...

The students(Slytherin and Gryffindor)Just stared blankly at him.

"Aye! That is no way to start a class. I i said i 'Hello Students, and Good Afternoon!!!' " Said the Professor, expectantly.

"Good afternoon, Professor" Came the dull mocking tune of the students.

"That'll do for now, that'll do." He said as she walked over to the board.

He scribbled his name on the board, and the class.

' i Professor Schnupp - Muggle Studdies, Year 7i '

"Alright, class. I would like to start the year off getting to know you all a bit better. But there just isn't enough time. So I would like you to get to know your classmates! I have this project for you all. Muggles have Marriages, much like wizarding ones. So I shall assign you a partner and then you will pretend to be 'married' to them. You will record your marriage, money, or any other problems, in this little convieniant journal! You will have this project for the rest of the year. This is your only assignment. Scine you took all your tests and N.E.W.T.S A year ahead. So this is just a bonus year. A 'useless year', so to say. So this will be all you do whilst you remain at Hogwarts for your last year. You will not have any other classes. Ever. So you should be gratfull!" Said Professor Schnupp.

" Now," He started as he handed out a Journal to each student, "I Will begin to assign partners..."

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AN: Professor Schnupp is actually not J.K's Property. Nor Mine. He is, indeed, a real person. My History teacher. So I wanted to use his name. And plus he is a fun teacher, so I thought I'd make him a character in this fic! =p lol. Please read and review if you wish. G'Day.

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