I haven't written in a while so I'm a little rusty. I abandoned you guys for a while, I'm sorry. So I hope that I'm getting somewhere in my story. If I'm not, just give me some ideas and I'll try and use them. So I hope you enjoy...

(Hermione's Perspective)

I didn't wake up a minute too late. I dressed in my newly pressed clothes and ran a brush through my hair and I was ready. I got to the common room and Harry and Ron were already waiting for me. "Come on, hurry Hermione. I want to see my schedule!" So we hurried down to breakfast.

We were early, but it seemed that Professor McGonagall had already been by. We saw our class schedules lying on the table in a neat stack. As quickly as we could we compared classes.

"Hey! No more History of Magic! Right on." Ron said.

"Yeah, but now we have to take that ridiculous class, 'After Hogwarts'. Does that sound appealing at all to you?" I retaliated.

"Sounds better than History of Magic, if you ask me."

"Anyway...look at our first class, double Advanced Transfiguration. Well, we better eat right now, because it looks like we only have double classes this year! What's this afternoon? Ugh! Double 'After Hogwarts'! Oh no, we have classes all day Monday and Friday with Slytherin...."

"Ugh. You know what; it's the first day of classes? We should just have a good attitude. Oh! Look at the time, we'd better eat fast." Harry finally commented.

(Harry's Perspective)

Transfiguration went by extremely slowly, probably because of the smell. We jumped right into the book. I knew we'd be doing some hard stuff, but this was extremely hard. We had to change the poop of an unidentified animal into the animal itself. The whole concept was pretty amusing. Actually when Professor McGonagall demonstrated this spell, she picked T-rex droppings. We nearly didn't have class when it tried to bite her head off. Anyhow we all split up into pairs (and guess what? Ron didn't even glance at me before he asked Hermione to be his partner! I was paired with Neville). Each pair had to work out two different droppings. Nobody in the class could do it, except Malfoy, who made a feather appear out of his droppings. Hermione stared at him in confusion the rest of the period.

At lunch, all anyone could talk about was our next class.

"It'll be just like having one class on Mondays. I heard you don't have to do anything in there."

"I heard that too. And even better I heard the Professor is way gorgeous!"

"Oh really? I heard that that class is really annoying, and the Professor is like...old!"

When class finally started, most people were excited. The door was locked so everybody waited expectantly outside. When it was finally time for class to start a squat man trotted up behind Crabbe and pinched him in the elbow before unlocking the door. We all followed him inside, most of us laughing. The room we entered was very small with many doors. There were no chairs so most of us just stood starring at the little man. He just stared back at us, like nothing was unusual at all. After a few minutes we had all sat down on the floor. Then he finally spoke.

"Ladies and gentleman, I'm so glad that you finally found your seats." We all laughed, but he didn't seem very amused. "This class is new to you all. I'm sure that you will all pass quite easily if you do as you're told. This class, 'After Hogwarts', is to help you all with your proper skills that you will need in the real world. You will be assigned a partner at the end of the period who you will work with for the rest of the year. Oh yes, this partner will come from a different house." There was a noticeable grumble in the room, but he continued. "In here you will learn to deal with people you don't like, and do like. You will learn proper etiquette and manners, as you will also learn how to deal with situations and people that you do not like." At this he stared at Crabbe. "Each day you will go into your designated room and you will work with your partner. If you do not work with your partner I will know. Now your first assignment is to do a biography of your partner, and a presentation to the class. This is due next Friday. I shall see you then." At this he left the room. Everybody looked around at one another as if to ask if we had all seen the same thing.

"Is this all we have to do for the next two weeks?"

"What do we have to know about the other person?"

"What's his name?"

"Do we actually have to be with Gryffindors?"

Then somebody said, "How do we know who our partners are?"

The door creaked opened and all I could see was a plump hand drop a piece of parchment to the floor. It was so weird, it was like our question was answered by some magical power that we didn't understand. Then we figured he just forgot to give us the list. I dove for the list, and so suddenly, I had power. Who was it that I would have to deal with for the next ten months...Pansy Parkinson! I could feel the color drain from my face, and the parchment slither from my hands. There was a scrambling at my feet.
Then I leaned against the wall and fell to the floor.

(Ron's Perspective)

'Not Malfoy! Not Malfoy! Not Malfoy!!!'

"Ugh! Crabbe!!!" and I passed out.

(Hermione's Perspective)

'Well now, isn't everybody acting a little immature? It can't be that bad. Ok now...Granger and...Malfoy.' I dropped the paper and looked straight at Malfoy. He was determined not to look at me. So I walked over to him and tried talk to him about what we had to do. Since he wasn't listening to me I just told him, "Remember, meeting tonight, seventh floor, seven o'clock, be there early." At that I left, and decided to go to work on the Transfiguration homework.

(Malfoy's Perspective)

'6:45...ugh. I need to leave soon. She told me to be there early. If she's still at her table I'm definitely not leaving. I could eat so much more food. Ugh! She is gone. I should go. I don't want this whole year to be a disaster.' "I got to go. See you guys back in the common room." Goyle and Crabbe grunted back in reply in between bites. 'Why do I need to be there early anyways? What do we have to talk about? Maybe she wants to apologize for being so rude yesterday on the train. Doubt it, that mudblood probably wants to talk about our homework from Leprechaun Man. What floor did she say it was on the sixth or seventh. Seventh. Oh look, 'Prefects Meeting 7:15'. 7:15! She told me seven. Maybe she thought I was going to be late. No I bet she's going to try and interview me for our project. Ugh, mudbloods...who came up with that term 'mudblood'? Hmmm...oh! Maybe I should go in.' I knocked on the door and it slowly opened. Wow! This room was incredible. There were big comfortable chairs and study tables. There were also books about prefects and what they have done in the past. It was incredible. "You're late." She was sitting in the corner, crouched over a book.

"I'm sorry" I replied. The words just slipped out of my mouth. I didn't mean to be nice to her.

She too seemed taken aback, but recovered quickly. "It's ok. Look I just wanted to arranged time when we could work together for our project ('I knew it'), but also I thought that we might want to discuss what we need to do in the meeting tonight."

"Oh, I have no idea. I thought you had all of this under control. Don't you ev-"

"I do have it under control!" she retaliated. "I just thought that there might be something that you were thinking about in particular?"

"No." Then there was an awful silence. I slid into a chair next to hers and weighed the beauty of the room. It truly was quite nice. To break the silence, "This isn't the same as it was two years ago?"

"No, it isn't...."

"Well, why?"

She paused for a second, deciding how much she was going to tell me. "I don't know." Another silence passed. "Look Malfoy. We need to put our differences behind us. Can't we just start fresh? I would love for this year to be stress free. I'll keep your secrets if you keep mine, because I'm sure that with our situation we're going to end up knowing a lot about each other. Deal?"

"Whatever you say mudb- Hermione."

She looked at me with eyes of admiration. Then she turned her eyes away pondering whether or not to ask me something. Her eyes were very warm and determined. I could have stared at them all day. Then she murmured, "How did you do that in McGonagalls' class today?"

"Jealous are we?" I smirked.

"No! I just think that I'm doing it wrong. The incantation is aspurientia, right?"

For a moment I wanted to tell her 'no', but I decided that she really looked concerned. "Yes, that's correct." The door creaked open and all the prefects piled in. Our conversation was postponed. It was amazing how quickly she could change from uncertainty to certainty.

"Listen up everyone." She conducted the room once everyone was seated. "This is the new meeting place for the prefects. I know in the past we never had meetings, but I know we all want this to be the best year ever. From now on the meetings will start at seven, I'm sorry that we had to postpone it this evening. So tonight we just wanted to discuss with you all the ideas that we could come up with for activities this year." So the meeting continued. I hardly said anything at all. I laughed with some Slytherins from time to time and corrected Hermione once, but that truly was all. I actually felt somewhat embarrassed. Once the others had left we had decided upon having a 'Welcome Back' dance and some fun games for the students to play on the weekends of September. "Let me know what we're going to talk about next week, so I can actually say something."

"Ok. You know if you want to help you could go to Dumbledore and let him know that we want to have a dance, or you could go to Hagrid and let him know that we're going to play some games out on the grounds during September."

"I won't go anywhere near that ogr-"

"Malfoy! Talk to Dumbledore then, ok! Jerk!" And she left. Her admiration was extinguished. I felt like a jerk. I sat down in a chair to reflect when I saw a book that Hermione must have left on the table. I reached for it. The Beauty of Your Face...Exposed! Could this actually be Hermione's? She didn't seem unsure. Did I know something that I wasn't supposed to know?

ok! Criticism....hit me hard adios amigos