Hermione hurried through the corridors to Potions after finishing her breakfast. She always liked being the first in the classroom; it gave her enough time to get organized before she had to face the teachers.

This particular day didn't seem any different from the others, but, Hermione would soon find this day to be one of her oddest ever.

She was after all the first to arrive in the classroom, but of course, this came of no suprise, however, she had the sickening feeling she was being watched as she sat and began reviewing the lesson. This feeling soon worried her so that a knot formed in her stomach as her sixth sense took over.

Her suspicions, however strong they were, were interrupted when a flustered Draco entered the room, brushing past her with a slight grunt of recognition. What he was doing here Hermione did not know. It was at least ten minutes before class, and besides, Draco had never been the earliest student in the world.

After a few moments he began rummagng through the empty desks on the Slytherins side of the room. All of these desks, Hermione realized, were the desks he had sat in over the past weeks, though she couldn't see why that would be important.

What worried her now was that she was alone in a room with a seemingly derranged and determine Draco, which would scare even his most admiring of fans.

She continued to watch him for a few moments, suprised he hadn't at least spat out one rude comment in her direction...that was usually what he did in public. Her curiousity finally got the best of her and she let out a slight 'hem..hem...', clearing her throat in a tone that reminded her suprisingly of the former 'Professor' Umbridge's annoying attention grabber.

Draco looked up, narrowing his eyes, seemingly annoyed."Let me guess,Granger..."he said, throwing in a sneer."You've grown to like my verbal abuse and you are now enough of a phsyco to come begging for it?" he asked, a mirthful grin spreading across his undeniably handsome features.

She paused only slightly, before retorting with her own form of sarcasm, which was a nice crutch to lean on when others cast stinging words."I'm suprised you call me phsyco...after all, you're the one who comes to visit with the desks before class..."she said, confidence rising slightly."But i'm sure your conversations with them are much more eventful than those that involve your actual choice companions..."

Draco looked suprised for a moment, though he slowly withdrew his wand from his pocket, raising it threateningly at Hermione, who in turn, withdrew her own in protection.

Much to her relief though, the Potions door creaked open, just as Malfoy was preparing to undoubtably hex her. Though, as soon as the person stepped into the room, she wished she had been hexed.

Snape glided over to them, a look of rapture on his usually pained face.

"Well, Miss Granger and Mr. Malfoy...I don't believe the Headmaster will like this at all..."