Gosh, I'm so sorry for the slow updates. I'm balancing two stories and my total laziness on my hands. I write a chapter for one story, take a nice long break, then write a chapter for the other story, then take another break, and so on and so forth.

I think I'm too lazy. And I'm thinking of starting a new story.

No. I must not do that… but it's quite tempting.

All right. Let's go.

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"Did you see our new Transfiguration professor? She's like… 18!"

"Of course I saw her! Everyone saw her!"

"Wasn't she head girl? I recognize her from somewhere."

"Well, whoever or whatever she was, I must have her."

"Oh, puh-lease. You can't get any girl to go out with you, let alone a hot eighteen year-old. Dream on, man."

"I can! Just watch! Animal magnetism." (That line is stolen from Harry Potter book 4. It cracked me up so much. Haha.)

"Go ahead! I'll give you a knut to pinch her arse."

"Two."

"One."

"I'm not doing it…"

"Fine. Two. But you have to pinch it hard."

"Deal." The black haired boy tip-toed to Hermione when he was pushed back with a very strong force.

"I think not."

The two guys stared at the laid back Draco Malfoy.

"It's not very cool for a minor to harass someone older now. You have to leave it to the master. Let me show you how it's really done." Draco drawled. Ever so slowly, he staggered over to the poor victim. He put his hands over her eyes.

"Guess who?"

"Oh I wonder."

"I do make you wonder, don't I?" Draco breathed into her ear. Hermione shrieked.

"That TICKLES! Goshness, Malfoy, watch what you're doing!"

"Ah… ticklish is she? How about this?" Draco trailed his lips down her neck that sent needles throughout Hermione's body. "Or this?" Draco slid his fingers around her waist. "Or this?" Draco seductively moved his hand lower… and lower…

Hermione shrieked and whipped around. He had just… just… pinched her ass?

"You slimy perverted GIT! EW! HOW COULD YOU DO THAT? IT'S JUST… EW!" Unexpectedly, her hand shot up and slapped him hard on the pale cheeks. Behind Draco, two seventh years doubled over laughing.

Huh. Not for long sissies.

"You two. Over here."

The two guys looked at each other with fright written all over their faces.

"Now." Oh brother. Hermione could feel it. She could feel her temper go up… and up…

"NOOOWWWWWWW!" She screamed.

It seemed as if the time stopped at the Hogwarts station. Every pair of eyes was on Hermione.

The Transfiguration professor.

What an impression.

If it weren't for Ginny, Hermione would sure have been caught by McGonagall.

"Well, come on now! What are y'all waiting for! Move it! I need to get my trunk in the train people! The train leaves in five minutes people! Move it! Move! Move!" Ginny broke the deadly silence as she winked at Hermione.

She really couldn't live without Ginny.

Reality focused back on Draco. Forget the seventh years. They'll get it when they start classes with her. But Draco… well…

So he likes it dirty.

I'll show him dirty.

"Oh dear… Look who it is… our little Drackie-poo. Aww… he's so CUTE!" Hermione teasingly grabbed his cheeks and stretched them out until she felt the pain herself. "Aw… our little wittle Draco has changed!" Hermione peered at him. "What can it be? Did he get a nose job?" Hermione laughed hysterically. "Did he work out? Nah… I doubt he can even reach for the snitch now."

Ginny came out of the train and pretended to help put away the baggage. This time, Hermione winked.

"Did our Draco grow taller? Hm… I don't think so…" Hermione glanced around at Draco's body. She stopped at his "manly area." Nothing. Hermione got closer. She looked at him in the eyes intensely.

"What the fuck are you doing Gr-"

Hermione's hands grabbed the back of his head and pushed him down to her.

'Holy crap' the wheels in Draco's brain stopped turning. 'Holy… holy… holy crap. Granger can kiss!' Draco licked her lips for an entry.

It was NOT permitted.

Instead, there was a sharp pain in his crotch. Oh… the nerve…

"FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF" Only the F came out. Draco bent down and cupped his numb balls.

Hermione leaned into his ear and whispered huskily, "Next time you pull a trick like that, I will castrate you very very painfully. Do you understand?" Hermione pushed him down. "You will pay. You will pay Mr. Malfoy. Every wonder why I'm here? Oh. You'll see." Hermione kicked his shin. "You'll see. I can turn you in, did you know that? I can turn you in for harassment of a TEACHER so back off! Next time you want to feel my ass, just ASK." Hermione grinned evilly. She mussed up his hair. "Good boy." She pulled him up by his awkward hair and threatened in his ear once more. "Not a word of this to anyone. Or I will give you detention for the rest of the year." Hermione grinned, pecked him on the cheek, and waved childishly. "Love you!" She winked as she ran off with Ginny to the train. Draco just barely heard a "That was bloody fantastic Hermione!" as the girls ran away.

He dropped to the cold cement ground.

Granger can kiss

Granger can kick.

Granger can threaten.

Granger was… his professor?

His eyes grew wide.

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I will skip to the first day of school. I suck at the whole Headmaster/mistress welcome speech thing.

What did you expect? Everyone to ignore you and pretend you were part of their year since you were born? Let's see. You are a foot taller than all the male and female population, you look astonishingly familiar as a prefect, your robes are moth eaten, and half of the girls in the school are goggling at you and trailing drool wherever you go.

It feels different with a bunch of strangers? Try going to school with them for a year! That'll teach you. This year is so much more different. First of all, there are no "Fab Three" at the Gryffindors now that Potty and Weasel are gone.

But now… we're left with the bookworm.

Whom now half the boys are google-eyed at. What's so special about her? Me, I can understand. Really. Girls dig tall muscle men! Who won't? But Granger? All she's got is a brain twice as big as her head and some nice pair of legs.

That's all.

And then, you don't have those everyday stories on the Daily Prophet about "He-who-must-not-be-named strikes once more!" I mean, come on! There was some sort of excitement in that compared to "Weird Sisters announce their separation" or "Sirius Black found innocent, but dead." Really, watching the expressions on the dream team's face was entertaining enough.

There're no more Howlers for the dear Neville Longbottom about how he forgot something somewhere sometime. That was always a pleasure.

And then there are no bullies. Well, there's the two idiots at the train, but they were so unskillful and just a bunch of gits trying to pinch someone's ass. Back in his day, Draco, Blaise, and Ben Nott were THE ones. They were the devils as Potter's gang was the angels. Really. They went around with little halos around their heads, battering their eyelashes at Dumbledore and trying to save everyone everywhere every time.

Halo? What happened to Granger's halo? Sure. She still had those eyelashes, but her halo had morphed into devil horns during the summer.

Draco looked at her on the staff table. She was chatting away with Professor Flitwick, laughing and ranting with that brilliant sickening smile on her face.

Probably talking about a new charm that was discovered or something.

'If she can get a friend, so can I.'

Draco hasn't really thought a lot about friends when he got back. All the guys here were one year younger and that seemed to make the world's difference. Still, he's caught up with Ben's brother, Theodore, who seemed the most mature out of the lot. The first day that Thodore saw him, he ditched his friends and ran up to catch up with Draco.

Nice…

There's a screeching of owls and over a hundred of the little creatures fly in and drop our schedule in front of us.

It says:

9:00 Charms

10:30 Potions

11:30 Lunch

1:00 Potions

2:00 Transfiguration

Charms, Double Potions and Transfiguration. That would have been a nice schedule if Snape didn't hate him.

And Granger wasn't teaching one of them.

Shit, it was going to be a long day.

A long day? A long year!

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"Er… Professor Granger? I don't understand. Can you go over everything again? I sort of zoned out from 'Good afternoon, class.'" Ginny proclaimed, raising her hand and grinning mischievously. The class fell into laughter.

Oh that evil woman. Hermione had prayed and hoped that Ginny would not have her for at least the first day of school, but there she was, double Transfiguration with her. At least the next class was Slytherin.

"Then I believe that's your fault for not paying attention, Miss Weasley." Hermione smirked back and continued on with the lesson. It was almost two o'clock.

"Alright class. Your homework is to write a foot long essay about the principles of complicated transfiguration and the difference between that and basic transfiguration. Miss Weasley, I would like two feet from you. It might make you understand better." There was a soft "OOH" and the bell rang throughout the school as Hermione smiled sweetly at Ginny.

Payback for the box of condoms that Ginny snuck into Hermione's bag.

One thing that was nice about being a teacher was that she didn't have to wear the school uniform. It never bothered her, but the dress code did get a bit stuffy and strict. Of course, there was a dress code for teachers, and robes were recommended but Hermione didn't have any robes except her school robe and her dress robe.

Hermione must have grown because both were too small for her.

So Hermione at on her stool, in her white blouse and knee length black skirt. She was going for simple that day.

In just a minute, her class flooded into the classroom with minimal chatter but many frenzy whispers.

Everyone except Draco.

A second before the late bell, Draco ran into the room, panting, his hair rumpled up and his tie undone, hanging loose on his neck.

"Nice to see you've decided to come, Mr. Malfoy. Have a seat." Hermione smiled.

Draco, his face emotionless, dropped into a seat next to Theodore Nott. His new Blaise.

How Draco always managed to find a fellow bully to tag along behind him, Hermione will never know.

"Good afternoon, class. I'm Professor Granger and I'm your Transfiguration professor. As seventh year students, I will be expecting total maturity-glaring at Draco- and focus into your work. You will be taking NEWTS this year and it is my job and all of your other professor's jobs to make sure you do your best at it and you are prepared. You do not want to do badly at it and ruin your life, no?" Hermione smirked at Draco whose jaw dropped.

'I can't believe she would say something like that right in front of me and everyone! That is just… just… evil!' Draco stared at Hermione's petrifying look. White see-through collar shirt and a black skirt that waved her long heavenly legs in front of everyone's eyes. If she was not such a bitch, he would have fucked her at once…

If he hadn't screwed up the first time.

Draco made a resolution that he would not screw anyone until break or after the NEWTS.

But there was no resolution about not snogging in the hallways.

Still, it was going to be the hardest thing for Draco ever. He hadn't been able to get through a week with no sex, let alone a whole four months! There was also the question of whom. None of the girls in this year seemed screw-able enough.

"I believe you all have the Transmitting Transfiguration book? Please turn to page 31. I'm going to be skipping around a lot in this book so please bear with me. Has anyone tried reading this book?" Nobody raised their hand. "Really? I'm sure someone did."

Slowly, Draco Malfoy raised his hand.

"Mr. Malfoy? Excellent! Please, what is the difference between complicated Transfiguration and basic Transfiguration?" Hermione asked him. The class turned to him like their life depended on this question.

Draco hesitated. He had read it, but he didn't want to sound like a know-it-all that she was last year. Last seven years. It had pissed him off and his fellow Slytherins off. But he didn't want to answer it wrong and give the impression that he didn't study after failing.

"Well, complicated Transfiguration is more complicated, you know? Like transfiguring little things into different things where basic is easier and you transfigure it into something bigger or similar. Like… a turtle to a tortoise or a bird to a penguin or something. You know?" Draco smiled. That was a good answer.

And it had to be good enough for dearest Professor Granger.

Hermione bit her lip. "That was somewhat correct but very badly put. Basic Transfiguration is much easier. It is changing a certain object, like making it the mature version, for instance an egg to a frog. Or, it is changing something into something very similar like a turtle to a tortoise. Complicated Transfiguration is something like transforming a pencil to a sofa. You've started complicated Transfiguration since your fifth year, but they have been the easier ones. Do you remember the spider to the cushion? That was the first complicated Transfiguration you have done. This year, you will be getting very advanced and by the end, I will expect you to be able to transfigure a pebble into a chair or something like that."

"Now, Mr. Malfoy, what are the principles of complicated Transfiguration?"

The class turned around once more.

"Well, first, you need to be like really concentrated into doing it. Like REALLY concentrated. And you need a strong enough force of your wand and stuff. And hm… oh yeah! You need a transfigurable thing. You need to warm it up a lot before you use it. Or else, it's too solid. Right?"

Hermione nodded. So far, she's been pretty impressed but she was getting an idea of what he was trying to do.

"I will be writing some stuff on the board so please put it down as your notes. You will need it for your homework tonight." Just like she expected, she got groans and moans. She'll just have to get used to it.

"But Professor Granger, it's the first day of school! And we have Quidditch tryouts this week!" Theodore whined.

"Well, it's not all week is it? Do it tonight! I'm sure you don't have Quidditch tryouts today. You'll just have to get used to it."

"But…"

"Really you guys. You have to know how to handle yourselves. It is important that you have a lot of time management and stuff." Hermione sighed.

"But…"

"Were you guys like this to Professor Flitwick?"

There was silence.

Uh-oh.

Silence was deadly.

Hermione looked around. That shut them up.

"Now be good people and we're going to do an activity. I want you to get a partner, take a pebble for a pair and I will give you further instructions from there."

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Nobody told Hermione how tiring it was to be a teacher. She had to learn the hard way.

Hermione walked slowly to her room. It was a wonderful room right behind her classroom. There was a large bed, a grand professional looking desk and to Hermione's pleasure, three packed bookcases with the most interesting books ever. With some simple charms, she decorated her new room with flowers, curtains and her favorite colors: Blue, white, green, and brown.

Only shortly after, there was a fierce knocking on her door.

"Hermione! Hermione! It's me! Ginny! Open the door! This is urgent!"

Hermione swung the door open and Ginny came panting into the room.

"Hermio- Whoa! Is this your room? Awesome!" Ginny gaped at the space.

"Ginny, you came in here for a reason. What is it?"

"Oh, right. Hermione, I think I like someone I'm not supposed to."

"Who?"

"You… promise not to tell?"

"Yes. Who?"

"Draco Malfoy."

Hermione's jaw dropped a foot.

"I know! I know! I don't know how it happened! I was walking out of your class, and I bumped into Draco! All my books and stuff fell and he helped me pick them up. Really, he was so nice about it! And handed me the books and I took one look in his eyes and just fell for him! So I kissed him! And it was… wonderful! But, after a while, he broke it off, mumbled something, and ran off. I mean, since then, I couldn't stop thinking about it!" Ginny's pacing back and forth gave Hermione a headache. The whole deal gave her a headache.

Is that why Draco had come into the classroom all messed up?

"Well… I don't know what to say."

"I know. It's surprising. All the girls will kill me if I told them though. You won't tell right? Especially Ron and Harry?"

"I won't… but… if your… feelings, er… get stronger… I suggest you tell them yourself. If you… decide to… well, you know."

Ginny hugged Hermione. "Oh! You're the best! Don't worry. I don't think it'll last. It was just one kiss… it's probably just one of my little crushes. I don't…I don't…Hermione, what if I fall in love with him? What am I supposed to do? My family will kill me!"

Ginny started to pace back and forth.

"Well, you don't now… do you?"

Ginny stopped. "I don't know."

Hermione didn't know why she was so into Ginny's relationship with Draco. She had encouraged her to go out with Michael Corner, been excited for her when Dean asked her out. But now, she was against this.

Was Ginny's kiss better than mine?

No! Don't think about this stuff!

But it seemed as if Hermione's attempts to assure Ginny were more of her attemps to assure herself.

"Ginny, love is not something you can feel after one kiss. It takes time. It's probably just a crush, Ginny. It happens all the time. Sleep and you'll know for sure tomorrow. Now go back to your room and work on your homework. I gave you two feet for a reason you know."

Ginny laughed. "I was going to ask you about that. Do I really have to do it?"

Hermione didn't hesitate. "Yes."

"Aw… please? I have Quidditch and there are so many guys trying out for chaser. It's a tough competition, Hermione. Please?"

"No. Just because you know me, doesn't mean that you get to slack off. Now go!" Hermione grinned.

"Aw…"

"Go! I'm waiting for my lover to come and take me away! So go!" Hermione giggled and tried to show that she didn't feel anything about Ginny's little affair.

Ginny giggled as she waved and left the room.

Hermione didn't feel anything.

She COULDN'T feel anything.

It's not like he's done something to win her heart over or something.

But why was she acting like this?

Maybe it was for Ginny. Maybe she thought that Ginny loving Draco would be very bad for Ron and Harry and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.

Maybe…

Draco fell into his bed. It had been an… interesting day.

He answers every question that every teacher asks him.

He doesn't sleep with a girl during lunch.

But he gets kissed by two girls that he's loathed since the day he was born.

Ginny. That was unexpected. He's never really paid attention to her before. When she bumped into him, he felt bad for all those years that have been tough for her. And, she seemed to be pretty popular, so he wanted to get on the good side first. He helped her. Like any normal good natured boy.

And then she kissed him.

It was… different. She certainly has done it before. But she was pushy. Demanding. Like she wanted him to do something.

Draco hated demanding and pushy people.

But Hermione… well, she was totally different. Sure, she's kissed him to kick him, but it was great while it lasted. It was cool. Smooth.

Draco liked cool and smooth people.

But hated being kneed in the balls.

Too lazy to decide, Draco pulled up his covers and went to sleep.

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Longest chapter I have ever written.

Hoho.

Toodles!