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Wednesday 5:00, Library

"Where is he?" Hermione muttered to herself, looking up at the clock. He was supposed to be on time.

"Granger.... you're here." Hermione turned around to see Malfoy staring at her like she was crazy.

"Of course I'm here. It's five o'clock, I said I'd be here didn't I?" She said, watching as he took a seat across from her.

"So....what do we have to do?" he asked looking at the books that were stacked on the table.

"You're not planing to get out of it by making me read all the time, are you?"

"Don't be stupid." she snapped, reaching for her bag on the chair beside her. "I'm going to give you muggle items to see how much you know." which is probably nothing, she added to herself.

"Whatever."

Hermione glared at him as she pulled out a remote control, a C.D., a floppy disk, and a portable tape player. She'd wrote to her parents yesterday and asked them to send some things to help with the teaching process. The poor owl came back with a small bag taped to the leg, it wasn't hurt but Hermione wrote her parents' telling them not to use tape with an owl....ever again.

"What is this?" She asked holding up the remote.

"Um....an old camera?" he asked looking at the buttons.

"How does this look like a camera Malfoy?" she asked shoving it towards him.

"Call me Draco and I don't know...." he started pressing buttons "every time I press a button it lights up." he said smirking over at her.

"It's a remote control. It's used for turning on televisions and other things, it depends on what kind you have." She said snatching it away from him and handed him the C.D. "What's that?"

"Um...a beatle?" he asked, reading the C.D. title.

"No. That's the name of the group...it's a C.D." She explained while watching his face. "A compact disk....for listening to music. On a C.D. player. Is any of this even faintly ringing a bell Mal....Draco?" Hermione asked when his face remained blank. "Alright next is a floppy disk. Give me the C.D. back."

Hermione went on for the next hour and a half while Draco stared at her. She was beginning to wonder how he ever got into the class, or how he wasn't bombing it totally. Some one had to be helping him. She never shut up. That was what ran through Draco's mind when he finally saw her take a breath.

"You're taking this too seriously." He finally said to her.

'There that stopped her.' he thought, with a smile.

"What do you mean 'too seriously'? This is a grade. And even if it mean's you'll get a good grade, I intend to help out whoever is doing poorly in a class. That means knowing nothing about the topic, like in your case." she said in a tone he could only describe as pride and loathing all at once.

"What do you mean even if it mean's I'll get a good grade? I knew this was a total bad idea. Getting help from you, what was McGonagall thinking when she paired us?" He just couldn't seem to stop himself from putting her down sometimes. He was really trying to work on it though.

"It's almost been two hours. Why don't we just call it a day and end." She said with a sigh.

She couldn't be as bored as him. He had sat through being shown things he had no intention of ever using. All she did was sit there and tell him how he was wrong all the time. She didn't even have to be here.....so why was she?

"Draco...did you hear me? Same time, same place on Friday." Hermione's voice came breaking through his thoughts.

"Yeah, yeah sure. Friday."

He gathered his bag and walked to the Slytherin common room. Getting help from a muggle born. Wait till his father heard about this. No that could never happen. Malfoy's didn't get help, from anyone. It was a sign of weakness. He'd been thinking a lot about that last night. He knew he needed the help in Muggle Studies but asking for it was killer. It actually helped....a little bit, when he wasn't wondering why she seemed to be in such a hurry to get done.

He wasn't that horrible to tolerate was he?

So sorry it's not very long but I've got acouple more chap's to put up. enjoy