Disclaimer- do I really have to? you know i don't own it....

I hope me putting up three chaps makes up for them being sorta short.

Thursday morning seemed to drag on. Hermione was waiting for her parent's to send her more things to quiz Draco (still felt weird calling him that) on all the while trying to ignore the way he stared at her during breakfast. He was making her uncomfortable and he wasn't even sitting within twenty feet of her. What was she going to do tomorrow when he was right across the table. Harry and Ron were engrossed in wizards chess so talking to them was out of the question. If it wasn't quidditch it was the barbaric game of chess. She'd never seen anything like it, not that she would ever want to find anything like it.

"Hermione?" A voice came from her side.

"Yes Neville?" She asked, clearing a space for him to sit beside her.

"I need help with my potions homework. I know you're tutoring ....Draco Malfoy, but I was wondering if you could help me too?" he asked, looking horrified at the thought that she might say no.

"Of course I'll help you Neville. But if your really having a problem in it you should as McGonagall to get you a tutor for it." Hermione scolded him.

"I was going to....but I forgot. And by the time I remembered it was too late to ask." Was his answer.

"Just like you, Longbottom. Can't remember a damn thing can you?" Draco's sly voice came from across the table, Hermione had been looking at Neville and hadn't seen him get up from the Slytherin table.

"This doesn't concern you Malfoy." Hermione said turning her head to see him. "Don't worry Neville. It won't be a problem." she assured the petrified boy beside her. "How about at three tomorrow? In the library?" She might as well stay there afterwards for Malfoy.

"Okay Hermione. Thank you. I don't know what Gran would do to me if I failed Potions. She makes them all the time you know. If it's not for her it's for her friends 'round the corner from us....." Neville was starting to ramble.

"Alright then three o'clock tomorrow." Hermione said a little loudly, Neville's ears turned pink as he realized what he'd been talking about, and who was around.

"Thank's Hermione." He mumbled, standing up and walking out of the hall.

"What is your problem Malfoy?" She stormed at him after Neville was out of hearing range.

"What do you mean my problem? You're my tutor. I'm not sharing you!" he said, slamming his hand down on the table.

"I'm not yours so it should be pretty easy not to share me!" Hermione calmly stated. "What I do is none of your business so I'd appreciate it if you didn't act like it was."

"When it comes to me and the time we spend together I think it's my business." He shot back just as calmly.

"We're not going out Malfoy, so when it comes to the time we spend together, well it's forced so basically it doesn't count as time together." She said dropping her head in her hands, her elbows resting on the table.

"If that Longbottom takes away from my learning time I'm going to tell McGonagall what a horrible job your doing. She'd never let you tutor again. I'd make sure of it." Funny how he always seemed to hone right in on her worst fears.

"His name is Neville, Malfoy."

"My name is Draco, Hermione."

Maybe it was the way she got all flushed that gave Draco the pleasure of insulting her. He was still deciding.

"Fine.....Draco." she seemed to choke on his name but she'd get used to it, he hoped. "Why are you even here?" she asked.

"Don't think it's just because of you Hermione. I was on my way out of the hall." he said smoothing his hair back.

"Yes well..." Her face turned a deeper red than Weasly's hair.

"Forget it." He said with a smirk.

"You're impossible. Just don't talk to me until tomorrow. I don't feel like dealing with you today."

"Fine. Tomorrow, five. Be there." he said as he walked away.

"He's so thick. I can't believe him..." was the last thing he heard her mutter to herself.

Hermione walked into the common room muttering under her breath. She couldn't even think of what it would be like with Draco. He was such a pompous jackass. Why did he always have to push her buttons, like it's his job or something. She had to think of a way to get him to break down and be civil. Even if it was just for break.

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