A/n: I'm really sorry this took so long. I started school though, and I'm in the International Baccalaureates programme, and its HARD. And I had writers block. So ill try and write some more now, so that I can get the next chapter out soon. Thanks to everyone for your reviews.

"Dumbledore told me all about it!" Ron said quietly. The entire common room was huddled in a circle around the red haired, freckled boy sitting on the coffee table. "It's mostly going to be like OWLs, only different for each grade, based on their curriculum. Except there's going to be a giant section on...history of magic!"

Everyone groaned- their worst nightmare had come true. About half the people in the room were glowering at the history or magic textbook that was (ironically) sitting next to Ron.

"Ron, why do you suppose Dumbledore told you?" Lavender asked curiously. Ron's chest puffed out importantly.

"Well, Lavender, I suppose its because he knew how very trustworthy, honest, and smart I am, and how-"

"I don't think so." Hermione smirked at him, and turned to Lavender, ignoring Ron's furious look. "It's obvious- Dumbledore couldn't tell Harry, so he picked the person closest to Harry!" Ron glared at her again.

"The important thing," Hermione continued, "is making sure we are prepared. I think we should all go study now. "

People nodded in agreement, and slowly began making their way to their rooms.

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"AHHH!" yelled Ron in frustration. "I can't do it! It's not bloody possible to learn six years of history in one day!"

'Well, suppose you pay attention in class then." Hermione said coolly "Maybe this will be a lesson to you both that not paying attentio-"

"Hermione, can we get to work! Come on, we have like, five more hours."

"Of course, Harry."

It was about twelve o'clock midnight, and the three of them were sitting on Ron's bed, trying to learn what they needed for the next days test. They were alone, seeing as most of the Gryffindor house was in the common-room, cramming. They figured that the Slytherin boys were next door, studying, and the girls were in Hermione's room.

"Ok Harry, lets try you. Tell me about witch burning in the seventeenth century."

He screwed up his face as if trying to remember, and then looked up.

'Witch burning in the seventeenth century was pointless for most wizards. This is because a witch or wizard could perform a simple freezing charm, and then enjoy a gentle tickling sensation, but they had to pretend they were in pain. This didn't happen much though, because muggles usually couldn't catch witches or wizards anyway. There was one witch who enjoyed being burned so much though, that she let herself get caught like, 30 bloody times,. Her name was... was... I don't know. "

Hermione smiled a little. "Pretty good, Harry. There's no time to get into the details about her name and how many times she was really burned though. Ok, now you do me, Harry. Here's the book."

"Ok... here's one. It's a potions question from first year. What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?

They are exactly the same plant. Its poisonous if eaten, but very helpful in many different kinds of potions. Its also goes by the name 'aconite'" Hermione rattled off as easily as if she had just been told it.

Harry nodded. He wondered briefly where she put all that information- it was five years ago for Merlin's sake!

"Ok, now, its your turn, Ron. Who was the first witch to try for the Minister of Magic position?"

"err... um.. Bertie Bott?"

"Ronald, do most jelly-bean making companies go for minister?"

"No."

"Ron, Bertie Bott isn't even real. Its just a name made up for a company." Hermione's icy tone infuriated Ron. He shoved her, and she fell backward onto the bed. He grabbed her arms and held her down.

"Its not my fault that it is the bloody most boring class ever. I can't help that I haven't paid attention. If you would just get off my back- let go of my should Harry, that hurts!"

He looked at Harry, who was looking at the door. When Ron looked, he saw Draco Malfoy standing at the door with a malicious grin on his face.

"Why Hermione...You're not supposed to be in here." He said, still smiling. "I think someone is going to need to be punished.