Disclaimer: The characters and locations depicted in this story are creations of and belong to J.K Rowling. I own nothing but the plot.

A/N: Alight. One review… that's one more than I thought I would get… what with having no title…. And no summary… Anyhoo… on with my suck ass story!

Chapter Two

Again with the staring! Did Malfoy have nothing better to do than stare at me at all hours of the day? It was lunch! He was seriously ruining my appetite.

"Pass the potatoes, Hermione." Said Ron with his mouth full of whatever he had just stuffed in it so it sounded more like "Path fthuh pothahoes, Huh-my-oh-me." I sighed and did as he asked. Well, if Malfoy's staring hadn't put me off my food, seeing all of Ron's half masticated food rolling around in his mouth certainly had. I sighed and pushed my plate away.

"You going to eat that, 'Mione?" asked Harry. I shook my head and watched as he proceeded to stuff all of my uneaten food into his mouth Ron-style.

"That is so disgusting," I said. I glanced up to see Malfoy (still staring!) shovelling pounds of egg salad into his mouth. Did all guys have to eat like that? It truly was horrifyingly disgusting.

I looked back down at my now empty plate that Harry had shoved back in front of me. It was completely clean, including no remnants of the Buffalo wings I had eaten or the ketchup I had eaten with my chips. Gross.

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Ah, Defence Against the Dark Arts. Now, there was a class. The current professor had somehow managed to retain the occupation for the past two years despite various attempts from students to get her fired. She was a half veela, half vampire who suffered from multiple forms of neurosis including, but not limited to, and avid fear of germs, and the suspicion that any and all of the sixth year students were out to kill her. I felt very lucky NOT to belong to that particular class.

"Class, please take out your textbooks," said Professor LaRue in her deep, sultry voice. "Today we will be starting a new project. You will need to work in groups of two…" people began to rearrange themselves to be with the partner of their choice. "Not so fast," she said. "I will be assigning your partners for this particular project." There was a groan from almost every student.

"Yes, yes, quiet down." She said. She began reading off names. Oh, crap. She was pairing prefects together… That meant that the head boy and girl would be paired meaning I'd be stuck with –

"Miss Granger, you will be working with Mr. Malfoy." Dammit! I looked up at Professor LaRue pleadingly. She seemed to be smiling. This woman had an odd sense of humour.

"Students, please sit with your partner. Where you sit today will remain the seating arrangement for the rest of the semester." Damn. Not only did I have to work with Malfoy on a project, but I had to sit with him for the entire semester as well! This was not turning out to be my day. The students began to move around to be next to their partners.

"Hey, Granger," said Malfoy from across the room. "Get over here,"

I frowned. The nerve of him! Expecting me to move and sit with those little minions he called friends! As if!

"You come over here," I shouted back at him. There was no way I was leaving Harry and Ron.

"No way I'm sitting anywhere near Potty and his butt buddy." At this I rolled my eyes. I don't think Malfoy knew that Harry and Ron really were gay. "Come over here!" he shouted.

"Mr. Malfoy, is there a problem?" interrupted Professor LaRue's sultry voice.

"No, Professor. Miss Granger and I were simply discussing were we should sit."

"Well, since you seem to be having such a problem deciding, I will decide for you. Please come to the front of the class and sit here." She motioned to two desks at the front of the class. Malfoy and I both groaned.

"Problem?" she asked sternly.

"No, Professor." We said in unison. We both looked up, slightly shocked. Professor LaRue was smiling as we moved to where she had gestured.

"Now, class. The project will consist of three parts. One will be a research paper, the second will be some kind of visual, and the third and oral presentation, or demonstration. Each part is worth about thirty-three percent of your grade, and the project is worth thirty-five percent of your over all grade. You may choose whichever topic you like, as long as it involves defence against the dark arts. It will be due in two months. I suggest you choose your topic today and start research as soon as possible." She said. "The rest of the period will be free work time. Get to work!"

"Well, Granger, since we have to work together on this project we might as well try to get along." Said Malfoy. I was truly surprised. "Truce?" he stuck his hand out for me to shake.

"Are you feeling quite well, Malfoy?" I asked, not accepting his hand, just yet.

"I'm feeling fine. I want this grade as much as you do, Granger." I looked at him sceptically.

"Fine," I said slowly as I stuck out my hand and shook his. "Truce."

"That doesn't mean I'm going to be nice to your little friends, though,"

"Whatever," I said. "Let's just work." And we did.

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"Miss, Granger, Mr. Malfoy, Dumbledore requests your presence immediately," said Professor Flitwick during Charms. I had just looked up to notice Malfoy staring at me again (was it just me, or was it getting more frequent?), when the professor said this.

"Thank you, Professor," I said as both Malfoy and I rose to our feet and left the room. I realized that this would be the perfect time to ask him about this staring business.

"Malfoy, wait up!" I said when I noticed he was quite a few meters in front of me.

"What is it, Granger?" He sounded stressed.

"I need to ask you something." He stopped when he heard this.

"Yeah?" he asked almost sounding curious.

"Yeah," I said as I caught up to him. "Why are you always staring at me?" He looked almost shocked.

"Why would I stare at a stupid little mudblood like you?" he asked after a small pause, sounding almost appalled. Why did he always have to use that word? It barely even fazed me anymore. Barely.

"Don't ask me! You're the one who keeps staring!" I shouted angrily. Why was I angry? Who knows! Malfoy started to walk again.

"Don't walk away from me! I'm busy yelling at you!" I shouted.

"Shove off!" he shouted back.

"No! I want to know. Why do you keep staring at me?!"

"Because you're… just come off it!" he said. He stormed away angrily. He walked so fast I wasn't able to catch up again until we had reached Dumbledore's office.

Why did Malfoy always have to be such a prick? He couldn't just TELL ME why he was staring at me. He had to run away! Honestly!

"Dumbledore asked to see us," he said to the gargoyle that guarded Dumbledore's office. It jumped aside to let us pass as the stares began rotating upward. We walked up in a tense silence and walked into the room.

"Professor Dumbledore?" I said into the seemingly empty room.

"There you are," said Dumbledore from his desk. I jumped, though Malfoy seemed unfazed. He hadn't been there before!

"Please, come sit down!" he said. Malfoy and I went to sit in a chair facing Dumbledore's desk. "Lemon drop?" he asked, offering a bowl full of lemon drops to us.

"No, thank you." I said. Malfoy simply shook his head rudely.

"They always refuse," said Dumbledore, half to himself.

"You wanted to see us, Headmaster?" asked Malfoy, again rudely.

"Ah, yes," said the professor. "It is the belief of the author's only reviewer that the head boy and girl should share living quarters." He paused.

Crap. He was not going to do this to me! He couldn't possibly be thinking that Malfoy and I could share living quarters and not at least attempt (several times) to kill each other. I knew I certainly would if his goddamn staring persisted!

"Because of this, it has been decided that that is what you shall do." Malfoy looked at me seeming as unhappy as I. Well, at least I wasn't the only miserable one.

A/N: another crappy chapter done! That was three pages… almost not really. AWeSOME! Yay… yeah.. Review and stuff.

~CyberWitch