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Chapter Two

Great Hall, Wednesday morning…

"Your trip will begin today. In a few minutes you will receive your partners. Each of you will be bonded by a spell to your partner, so resolve your differences as soon as possible," said Professor Canns.

Hermione wasn't really listening. She was actually daydreaming. Meanwhile, Draco, who finally figured out who she was, decided that he didn't care if she was a Mudblood. She was hot. He stole a glance at her and pointed his wand toward the list of partners, murmuring, "Switchetus unomenus."

"Our Prefects this year will be partners. Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger. Our second pair will be Ron Weasley and Pansy Parkinson. Harry Potter and Blaise Zabini." He droned on.

Hermione looked at Draco, who smirked back at her. She raised an eyebrow and turned back to Professor Canns. She thought about how much she should despise Draco, but she didn't really mind being his partner.

Meanwhile, Ron and Harry were practically throwing up. Draco just laughed at them. It was a good thing he was not stuck with that pug-faced Pansy.

Then they gathered around the portkey, touching it, before reappearing in the lobby of a fancy apartment complex. The penthouse at the top was for Draco and Hermione.

They finally arrived in New York City.

On the way up on the elevator, Draco said, "Want a mint?" He was chewing on one, so Hermione said, "Sure."

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Twenty minutes later…

"Draco, I'm so going to kill you," Hermione barely states through gritted teeth.

"I'm sorry. I thought it would be easier to make out that way. I knew you couldn't wait."

"That's what Pansy's for, Ferret Boy."

"Don't call me that!"

"Shut up."

"Let's just kiss and make out, er... make up."

Hermione just thought, "I'm so going to get him back..."