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Chapter One

Hermione was sitting in her chair looking around like she didn't really want to be in class. Of course, she actually did, because why would Hermione ever miss a class? She passed her OWLS *duh*, but, by the way she was sitting in her chair, you wouldn't really think she cared. She wasn't the same bushy-haired buck-toothed geek who jumped more at the chance of reading a good book than going on a date. Sure, it the book was really good… you get the point.

She was practically off the chair with her feet under the desk in front of her. Her school robes were open and practically falling off her. Inside, the skirt she was wearing was a bit to short *like she cared anymore*. Her tube top was, well, a tube top.

But she had definitely filled out. She had straight long hair that shined every time she turned. Her teeth were white and straight, courtesy of magic. If people thought they knew Hermione before, they didn't know her anymore.

That was why Draco Malfoy didn't know her when he entered the room.

He thought, "Wow. A new hottie just waiting for me to come," *Not the most modest person, is he?* Without asking who she was, he took the seat in from of her and took off his outer robe.

Hermione already knew who he was. Who wouldn't?

Harry and Ron, who had deserted her for Ginny and Lavender, were now confused.

"What's Draco doing with Mione?" asked Harry.

"Are you sure that's Hermione?"

"Definitely. Plus, she's a Prefect from Gryffindor- who else would it be?"

"She's hot."

"How many girls are you going to decide are hot before you finally pick someone who's good enough for you?"

Ron was still in his own world. "She's hotter than Lavender."

Lavender overheard this remark. "Ronniekins, did I hear you just say that?"

"Er... no?" With that, they turned back to the front.

Draco was wearing a tight black shirt that showed just how much he had been working out in the summer.

"How can someone so stupid be so hot?" thought Hermione. "Wait... did I just think Draco Malfoy was hot? No way."

Draco interrupted her train of thoughts, but she cut him off. "Listen up, Malfoy. I don't feel like talking to a ferret, so shut up."

"Who are you?"

"Shut up."

"All right. But you'll regret not knowing me."

"Shut up."

Draco turned around just as Professor Canns entered the room.

"Good morning, class," he said. "We are going to have only one grade for this semester. Professor Dumbledore has allowed me to take you all for a two month trip into the Muggle world. In two days time you will find out whom you'll be working with. You'll have one partner who you'll being sharing an apartment with. Each of you will have a role as a married adult Muggle with a job. Your wands will be taken from you when you arrive at the allotted location. There will always be a staff member available to assist you. You will have classes if possible. The next two days will be for your packing and rest- no classes." The classroom filled with cheering. "I'll be waiting for you in the Great Hall on Wednesday."

"No way," said Malfoy.

Hermione muttered, "All right. This is an easy "'Outstanding'."