Disclaimer: Can I leave this part out from the next chapter onwards? Please? I got sick typing this out! I don't own the things you find familiar... like Hogwarts etc.

And there's not much surprise in the story. Think, who else would have the password to the Heads Common Room? So I think the last chapter was not so much a cliffhanger... In fact, I thought the part on who the person holding Hermione was pretty... obvious. Sigh.

"Potions, Transfigurations and Defense Against the Dark Arts... Hmm... All checked!" As she squeezed them all into her bag, she felt a 'something' grabbed her waist and was dragged forcefully backwards (she had left her wand on her bed, which was not within her reach).

Chapter 3: Lessons to Attend on First Day of School Part 1

"AHH!" shrieked Hermione. The captor quickly took up his/her hand and cupped her mouth, then. he hushed her.

"Shut up! Women! How much noisier can they get?" said an oddly familiar, cold voice from behind Hermione. She felt blood pumping behind her ears, but it seemed to freeze upon the arrival of the voice in her ears. And anger took over.

Hermione opened her mouth and pressed her teeth on the flesh of the captor's hand (in other words, bit the flesh of the captor's hand).

"You disgusting, horrible, egotistical, freaky, foul, evil, revolting, stinking, damnable bastard! How dare you do that?! How dare you!" Hermione dressed Draco down and had nailed him up onto the wall with her hands once she got his hands off her mouth.

"Perhaps you would want to go home and revise a bit with your dictionary, Granger. I do not think that those words you used were fit me in any way. And, what makes you think that I don't dare to do that?" The voice changed into a low, seductive hiss, "Why?" Draco asked, smirking all the time.

"What? Why is it that you enjoy making yourself a joke so much?" She let out a sigh of irritation and continued. "Back away!" Hermione scolded and pushed past Draco as she made her way to the door.

"A nice waist you have, Granger!" Draco called out from behind.

If only looks could kill, Hermione would be doing Avada Kedavra straight at Draco with her face. Then, she headed off to class.

'That Malfoy's such a prick!'

"Hermione, here!" Harry waved at Hermione and beckoned her over.

"Hello, where's Ron?" She questioned while looking around for a redhead.

"Here." Ron came out from his hiding spot which was one of the school's rusty armour.

"Hello," Hermione repeated her greeting and went down the corridors, heading for the dungeon with the boys behind her, "how are the clothes coming along? Done already?"

"Yea, you may come and check them any time you want!" Ron's voice sounded brighter then his previous reply. 'What's the use of them anyway? The elves will never pick them.'

Then, the trio strode down the Potions classroom and took their seats. 'Where's Parvati? She can't be absent on the first day of school!' thought Hermione as she took out books from her bag. As if on cue, her question was answered.

"I heard that Parvati had to transfer to another school..."

"Yea... I heard of it. It was that Durmstrung school or something. Heard that she was very reluctant about it. Poor her..." And they continued with their gossips... something about Golye being a pig demon and Pansy being transexual.

As Hermione was into one of her many thoughts again, she felt a rapid gush of air from the space beside her. 'What the...?'

"Granger, I see that you have no partner for today. Mind if I join you?" He asked a bit too politely. Way too politely. Hermione opened her mouth to say something when Snape entered the dungeon.

"Malfoy, what do you think you are doing? Sit. Now." And he proceeded to his table infront. Still wearing that irritating smirk on his handsome face, Draco joyfully sat next to Hermione.

"I see that you don't mind at all." With this said, he took his book from the desk and flipped to page 235, which was on the Love Potion.

"Now class, you may be wondering why you are learning this potion. This may be useful in the future and this class is for you to learn potions, so I will be glad if you all just learn this and succeed in it. It is not very simple BUT, there's still no reason for any of you here to not be able to brew it the way it's supposed to be." He eyed Neville at this. "Also, use this properly after it's done. It's not for fun. The potion last for a lifetime and there're no way to reverse the effect." He looked around the class as if he was the eagle in the sky, searching for preys. Then, he continued, his tone lighter than before, "No one had found the way even if there really is one to do so." With a flick of his wand, words appear on the blackboard. "Do this and don't act funny. You will need a partner..." Hermione panicked at this. Draco prayed for it. "...you will be partnering with the person sitting next to you."

Snape finished. Hell for Hermione but Heaven for Draco.

"So... your cauldron or mine?" He asked, before providing an answer for his own question, "I think mine's better. It's made of the finest material for cauldrons on Earth-- Diamond Steel. That's the best metal in the whole wizard world..." He kept crapping about his oh-so-wonderful cauldron.

'As if people'd care...' thought Hermione as she got up from her chair and went to take out the ingredients from the ingredients cupboard.

"That Mudblood." Draco muttered under his breath and strode over to his cauldron before he gave the board of instructions a glance for the first time that day. He had been daydreaming about his fame and things like that during Snape's talks. It was the glance he gave the board that made him astounded. He had never seen a potion as complicated as that.

"What's he playing at?" Draco talked to no one in particular.

"What? Can't do it huh? Well, it's no surprise." Hermione remarked casually, she had just gotten back from the ingredients cupboard and of course, her hands were piled up with things needed for the potion.

"For your information, Miss, I'm the second in class. Second only to you."

"Wow, I must say that it was a surprise enough for the weak-hearted to die." She replied coldly as she was working on slicing the bat guts into only 0.1mm thick, which was very thin.

"Ha-ha." He said and got on with his work.

Both of them remained silence throughout the potion making. By the end of the class, they had done the best potion in the class. The others' potions were a mess.

Neville, needless to say, had spilt the half-boiled potion onto the floor and used the leftover fury skin of a baby coyote to wiped it. Little did he know that the combination of the skin and the half-boiled potion would cause a great explosion and send sparks flying in air for half an hour. This caused a lot of disturbance to the class, some of the sparks went into the other classmates' potions and created some more horrible effects.

Hermione and Draco were the only ones undisturbed as their table was situated at the furthest corner of the dungeon. The whole commotion ended at only half an hour before end of lesson. And by then, Hermione could see that Pansy Parkinson was the one who was the most unfortunate of the students, judging by her bald head, rabbit teeth, lengthened ears and tattered clothes.

"Good job, Mr Malfoy. Fifteen points for Slytherin." boomed Snape's voice. Hermione knew this was coming. She knew she would get nothing no matter how much she did in the work.

Stupid Malfoy.

She had done most of the work when he was only staring at the board wondering what to do next.

Stupid git.

Many Gryffindors had proven themselves worthy of more House Points in Potions but 'good' old Professor Snape would never reward them more than ten per month.

Stupid Slytherin.

"But Professor..."

"Yes Mr Malfoy?" Snape answered.

Draco cleared his throat, "I think that Granger deserves some House Points. She did much of the work so, I seriously think you should consider giving her more credits than me."

The Slytherins looked bewildered at their Slytherin Prince. The Gryffindors looked apalled at this. Hermione simply could not believe it!

"Sorry?" Snape asked, unsure if he had heard wrongly. Was it true that the son of Lucius would actually speak up for the Gryffindors?

Draco drew in some air and continued, "I said, that I think Granger should get more credits for doing more work than me."

Snape looked a bit surprised a first but his face contorted into disgust as soon as the surprise faded. He was disgusted to think that he had to give points to the 'lowly' Gryffindors. "Fine. Sixteen points for Gryffindor." He dragged Draco to an end of the room and spoke in a low voice to him. "Dont do that again." He finished his words and turned to the class to dismiss all of them.

Hermione packed her things pondering over the changes of that certain blond who had been so different since the time they stepped into the school for the seventh year. She put books and books into her bags while looking into the air around her chair when suddenly, she grabbed something smooth, a bit bony but still fleshy 'thing'.

'Wierd. When did I own a book like this?' Thought Hermione.

She spun her head around and held up her hand which was clutching the 'thing'. Hermione discovered that it was a hand, a pale hand, and traced the hand up to its owner's head.

Malfoy.

She let go off his hand instantly and blushed. With an inaudible muttered 'Sorry', she ran out of the dungeon and to her next class, Defense Against the Dark Arts. 'Phew! Luckily no Slytherins are in this class. Only Gryffindors.'

But how wrong she was...

A/N: Heheh... Not much plots in here. Tell me if you think so. I'm thinking of adding something into this but I dunno what to add. Sigh. this is a short chapter, I know. But please don't kill me yet. So now, if you hate/love the story, REVIEW AND REVIEW! Also, feel free to criticize me a bit.

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