Author's Notes: I am so terribly sorry for the delay between updates. I've been rather busy with other stories that I was neglecting while working on this. This chapter is more of a filler than anything else. It does have some plot points though....

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"I-am-going-to-kill-those-little-buggers!" Hermione huffed rushing out of the now abandoned classroom as she had recently left it. "Kill them! Kill them! Kill them!"

The occasional snogging couple in the hallway gave her an odd look as she stormed past, screeching about god damn jocks and slamming every door that dare to cross her path.

McGonagall had forced her, against her better judgment to tutor her two best friends in the noble art of making potions as they were both failing miserably. It was one in the morning and she had been there since seven in the evening before waiting for the pair of idiots to show up. They never did.

First they had warned her that they were going to be late because of Quidditch practice and leaving Quidditch practice early or not going all was simply unheard of.

Then of course when did Harry ever practice anymore? He had a much better view of Ginny's rear while he was sitting in the stands with his omniculars thank you very much.

And Ron...he hardly ever went to practice anymore he was too busy snogging Pavarti! And McGonagal, whom she had long been a favorite of, had forced her to tutor them!

As if they were honestly trying and didn't understand that material or something. Harry could care less about being an auror anymore...Voldemort was gone or well...if he somehow magically came back again, he'd find that all of his supporters...or the majority at least were in Azkaban because of The Raid.

And now that he had found out that his fortune was considerably more expansive then he had imagined he could care less whether he even had a job or not. All he cared about was getting Ginny to give him a good shag...not that she hadn't multiple times already, even if Harry and Ginny both denied it furiously.

Hermione paused. That was a rather uncharitable thing for her to say, Ron, Ginny, and Harry were all her friends, and she shouldn't begrudge them for acting like normal teenagers during a time of semi-piece should she?

But maybe it was the fact that even though they got to act like normal teenagers, she didn't. Every night piles upon piles of study-work and preoperational exams for the Newts haunted her dreams. Every day she took out reference book after reference book on the multitude of classes she was taking. And during any time she used to have just relaxing with her friends (or worrying about Voldemort, depending) she was busy with her Head Girl duties and coming up with ideas for The Plan. Her life was so busy and confusing, that she envied their simplicity.

But still...

Hermione was fed up. They hardly had the time to spare for her anymore, (not that she was willing to give up any duties as Head Girl to make room for them) and now that they were failing potions they would be kicked off the Quidditch team.

Everyone, including their head of house would blame her. Why couldn't they just see that The-Boy-Who-Lived was a hormonal jock who had a cork shoved up his arse in the past year or so and Weasley his faithful and attractive side-kick was the exact copy of Harry Potter except that he wasn't half as slick and confident as Harry and by the looks of it, not nearly as good of a kisser.

Not that she had any experience with those sort of things. She blushed for a second...if she and Draco were going to do the plan properly, they might just have to kiss.

She had hated him for so long that she couldn't imagine what it would be like to fancy him. Of course when he had gone against the Deatheater's during The Raid (otherwise known as the biggest wizardering battle this century) she had been impressed, and a bit surprised.

She didn't know what made him turn, or if he had really truly turned, a lot of times he still called her Mudblood out of habit more than hate, but she did know that as he was Head Boy and she was Head Girl she had to show him a medium of respect.

With The Plan, she would have to feign even more...but how much would be an act?

Flich's disgusting cat appeared around the bend with her master she didn't pay the slightest heed but tossed a the pair a maniacal scowl. Being Head Girl had its advantages. She didn't have a curfew.

She and Draco needed to work on the plan desperately. They had had many plans for this afternoon and evening. They had to convince Dumbledore to let them throw the ball, and then begin to plan it, and then they had to decide what they would go as.

Draco thought they should go as a historical couple of some sort, while Hermione thought they should go as Romeo and Juliet. Her argument was that her friends at least, weren't going to catch on unless they made their extra caution to hide the relationship extra obvious.

She half figured that Draco was afraid that he would have to go as Juliet and rolled her eyes, he could be more of a drama queen than Lavender sometimes. She giggled a bit out loud then bit her lip.

What was she doing to herself? Hermione Granger? Giggling? Hermione Granger fancying a sexy blonde Slytherin? She shook her head violently and took a deep breath. She needed to study or something, maybe read Hogwarts a History she obviously wasn't well this morning.

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Draco was not a patient creature by nature, and when four hours had passed without hide or hair of Hermione's return, his patience began to wear thin. He was incredibly bored sitting in their common room, doing absolutely nothing but waiting for her to show up after tutoring those two dunderheads.

He paused, no that wasn't fair to Otter and Weasel. They weren't dunderheads, they just lacked academic ambition. His father had trained him to know thy enemy better than anyone else could, so he knew that he had the Golden Trio summed up in a nutshell.

Otter was incredibly powerful, when Draco rallied him up even slightly he could feel strong magical energy waves radiating off of him, one of the main reasons Draco had never attempted in his younger days to challenge him to a duel. Otter's rage could blind him easily, and uncontrollable rage combined with immense focused power could mean very bad news for Draco if he provoked the boy hero too far.

If Harry blood Potter realized just how powerful of a wizard he could become, he would be much more focused about his academia as Draco was. Draco knew his own powers far out-stripped Potter's because he cared about his schoolwork and becoming a stronger wizard. But he lacked the rage and recklessness that Potter had to make all his spells stronger.

Weasley, when it came to power matched no where near either of his friends, but how powerful a wizard's magic was wasn't the only thing to determine how powerful the wizard was. Weasley had the potential to become a brilliant strategist. His plays in Quidditch were hard to maneuver and extremely brilliant, as were his moves in chess. Transfiguration, Charms and Potions weren't the classes for him, but Ancient Runes, Astronomy and Arithmancy are where he would have excelled. Unfortunately for him, and fortunately for his enemies when he was going into third year he had been too dumb to realize it.

Hermione was another story. Her power was as strong as his or Potter's any day, odd for a Muggle-born and her academia skills were far and above both of them. This he had been able to tell from the first day her met her. It had always made him a bit jealous of Hermione, probably one of the reasons he had tended to pick on her so much through the years. If she kept harnessing her knowledge like this, then by the time she was thirty, her powers would be triple his.

"Where in Merlin's name is she?" Draco thought glancing at his pocket watch, after she had been already been gone three hours more than she should, "It's Eleven 'o'clock!"

He was becoming rather bored. His homework was finished, and he had already assigned all the prefects their corridors to patrol. He couldn't go out anywhere, lest she come back and bight his head off and his patience was growing very thin. They had things to do tonight!

'Why can't Potter and Weasley tutor themselves?" he groused, "Or better yet, why can't Potter tutor Weasley? The only reason that Potter is failing Potions is because Snape hates him."

Suddenly, an inspiration hit him, and he sprawled out a quick note in case Hermione came back while he was gone.

Beaver,

Have found a Friar Lawrence, and hopefully a Paris. Be back whenever I feel like...have fun tutoring Otter and Weasel.

He left quickly. He had a few things to discuss with Professor Snape, and Blaise come to think of it.

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