A/N: Hey everyone, I decided to make this a long story instead of a one-shot. So here's a new chapter, hope you'll like it. Oh, and for those of you reading my other stories, they WILL be updated, but not very soon, cuz I'm leaving for the UK in for days, and will stay there for the next 3 weeks, without access to a computer.

Oh well, just r&r and tell me what you think.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything within the Harry Potter, only this silly idea. Everything belong to J.K Rowling, and she's the one gaining profit from it, not me

Hermione stretched her arms above her head and sighed. It had been a hard day, what with double potions, followed by Ancient runes. Now it was lunch, but in about ten minutes she had double Care Of Magical Creature. Usually, Hermione was happy with these lessons, since well, she was the best in class, even after the OWLs. But something about the lessons today unnerved her. Ever since the last full moon three weeks ago something began to itch in the back of her neck, like someone was staring at her. But every time she turned around, no one looked at her, and usually only the Slytherins sat there, and they had no reason to stare at her.

Apart from the reason that she, in their eyes, were a "filthy mudblood".

'It's rather amazing that still, after six years, they haven't found out a better insult. And it's also amazing that after six years, it still hurts me.' She mused silently.

Suddeny that itching began again. She quickly turned her head around, but no. Right behind her sat Malfoy, and she knew that he'd never sink as low as staring at a mudblood like her.

"Hey 'Mione, you've finished with that Potions essay for friday, right? Can you take a look at mine; I think I've gotten something wrong with the mix of wolfsbane and the acromantula web. My Attraction Potion went purple last time, but it's supposed to be crimson. What did I do wrong?"

She turned her head slowly and smiled towards the black haired boy, who right now stared at her almost with despair in his emerald green eyes.

"You probably added the acromantula web too quick after the wolfsbane, it's supposed to brew exactly two and a half minute before adding the web, and then you stir it five times counter-clockwise."

Harry smiled broadly and returned to his essay. Hermione shook her head, smiling a little. She was really happy Harry had managed to get an O on his Potions OWL. They were, sadly, the only Gryffindors to take Potion NEWT class, and since Ron only got an A, she was extremely grateful she had Harry.

Ron and Ginny sat a few seats farther down, chatting happily. The red-head boy had his arm slung around the shoulders of his girlfriend, Parvati, who blushed a little at the close contact but at the same time inched closer.

The Golden Trio had begun to fall apart at the end of fifth year, and over the summer they had gone far apart. Ron now spent his time mostly with Parvati, Dean and surprisingly Neville, when he wasn't with Ginny. Hermione suspected this was because he was jealous of their grades. Hermione had gotten O on all her OWLs, but more surprising was that Harry had 14 O, out of sixteen. Ron had only gotten eight. When they returned to Hogwarts he was like he used to be, for a while. But every day, they could see him inch farther and farther away from them, and now they were more like class mates, instead of best friends. Hermione was sad over this, but she knew Harry was more upset than her. He buried himself in schoolwork, and never did anything fun. She tried to cheer him up, but failed miserably every time.

She had noticed that the Slytherins were overjoyed with this. They never failed to tease her about the fact that Ron had "abandoned"them, and claiming it was because he had gotten sick of her filthy blood. They usually never got any further than that, because Harry exploded every time he heard those words. She smiled slightly at the thought. He was tenser than a wire these days, what with the NEWTs coming next year, the constant threat of You-Know-Who, the Ron issue, and Sirius' death. Thankfully, he was now dating Ginny, who at least managed to drive away the Ron and You-Know-Who issues. They were really happy; you could see it shining in their eyes when they met.

She sighed. 'Wonder if I'll ever meet someone who'll love me like that. Well, at least I won't do it here, that's for sure! Sappy Hermy, very sappy… Studies are all that matter for now, you have no time or use for relationships right now.' She scolded herself.

Absent-mindedly she looked at the watch on her wrist. With a horrified expression she grabbed Harrys' arm and pulled him out of the seat.

"We're going to be late!" She screeched and ran out of the Great Hall, soon followed by Harry, who wore an exact same expression.

Soon they both stood outside Hagrids' hut, waiting together with the rest of the NEWT class. His time, Ron was with them, but he stood far away, chatting happily with Neville and smiling broadly from time to time. Harry sighed deeply and his had sunk to his chest. Hermione squeezed his arm supportingly. "It's ok." She whispered. He gave her a tiny smile.

They were interrupted by a stern voice. "Hello children, and welcome to Care Of Magical Creature. Since professor Hagrid's away, I'll take over his classes for the next month."

The thin woman, known as professor Grubbly-Plank, eyed the students impatiently.

Harry raised his hand.

"What is it?"

"Where's Hagrid, professor?"

"Professor Hagrid, and I'm afraid that's none of your business. Now, take up your books and open page 427."

She waited with her foot tapping against the grass as the students searched for their books. As soon as everyone had their books on the right page, she resumed speaking.

"Now, today we're going to start with extinct species. There are ten beings that we know for sure are extinct, but we're only going to go through the first today. If you look at the page you'll see that the animal I'm speaking of is called Faerie. You may have noticed the difference in spelling from the regular fairy to faerie. Can anyone tell me what a fairy is?"

Not surprisingly, Hermiones' hand was the first to shoot up in the air.

"Fairies are magical winged beings. They are well known for their manipulative streak, and also that their dust supposedly can do anything. They live among oaks, feeding on the acorns as well as the offerings some humans present to them."

"Very good Ms. Granger, ten points to Gryffindor. Now, who can tell me what a faerie is?"

Everyone looked at Hermione. But shockingly, she didn't raise her hand. The professor waited patiently, and smirked when she saw that no one knew.

"Faeries are mythological beings. In difference from their cousins' fairies, they don't have any wings, and are also taller. They mostly resemble humans, apart from their amber eyes, clawed hands, fangs and pointy ears, and in some case their specie. They are often confused with elves, which they are in no way related to. Now, there are four different species of faeries. First, there are wood faeries, also known as woodlings. They had dark brown skin and green hair, and were also incapable of human tongue. In fear, the medieval humans hunted the woodlings and killed them. They claimed that woodlings were bad luck, when in fact it was the opposite.

Next, we have the sea faeries, or sirens. Some say that the merpeople are direct descendents of them, but there are no facts to confirm this. They had webbed feet and hands, blue skin and green hair, and a beautiful voice to call men to them. All sea faeries were female.

Then, we have Mountain faerie. They lived, as their name state, among mountains and cliffs, were they fed on the rocks and minerals. They had grey skin and brown hair, and weren't sighted as often as the other two.

And lastly, we have Moon faerie. These are the most fabled and feared of all the faeries. They looked very much like humans, only with paler skin and a haunting voice. Unlike the other faeries, these lived among humans. The only way to distinguish them from humans was by their pull towards the moon. At full moon nights, these beings all went outside and danced. The dance imbibed them with powers, so that they could carry on until the next full moon. Humans feared them, for they believed that since they looked so much like themselves, the Moon faeries were evil beings that enjoyed killing. This belief comes because of one case where a faerie was attacked by a hunter and slaughtered him. The claws and fangs also confirmed their belief that the faeries were, in fact, evil. We don't know for sure if faeries were evil or not, but the claws and fangs indicate that they at least were carnivorous. So we can be happy that they no longer exist, right children?

Now boys and girls, I want you to pair up in groups of two and draw how you believe the different faeries looked like. Mr. Malfoy, where are you going?"

Hermione turned around and was met with the sight of Malfoy, pale-faced and backing off like his life depended on it. She furrowed her brow towards him and turned back to Harry.

"What's wrong with the ferret?" He whispered.

She shrugged.

Soon, they heard the sound of running footsteps leaving the clearing, followed by another pair. Distantly, they could hear their teacher shout.

"Resume the assignment kids; I'll be back in a jiffy!"

Hermione and Harry looked at each other and burst out in wide grins. "Maybe the ferret got an ache in his teeny weeny ferret belly?" Harry suggested, still smiling.

She nodded. "Maybe. Now, let's get to the assignment, maybe when can complete parts of it before she returns."

She plucked out a parchment from her bag, together with ink and a quill. Soon they were absorbed in the work, not noticing the absence of the teacher and student.

Draco pulled his knees to his upper body and embraced them with his arms. He was curled up in a hollow behind a suit of armour, his hiding place and retreat since first year. He was almost too big to fit in there, but if he squeezed he could get in.

He sighed deeply, his mind absorbed with thoughts.

'I can't believe it! That filthy mudblood isn't even human! That' why her dance affected me. Damn her. Damn this school. Damn my father. Damn You-Know-Who. Damn everyone!' He curled up tighter.

'Should I tell anyone? No, I'm not a squealer. Maybe I can use this in some way?' A wicked grin spread across his face, but disappeared almost instantly. 'But what if she kills me? That silly woman said that they were carnivorous. What if she tries to kill me? What should I do?'

And so, the blonde kept on his musing, oblivious to the world around him.

Hermione drew the last line on the paper, happy with the result. She signed it with her and Harry's' name, and gave it to the professor, who'd returned without ferret-boy fifteen minutes before the end of the class.

"Well done Ms. Granger and Mr. Potter. Alright everyone, for next time you'll write about the four different faeries, and why humans were afraid of them. And remember, no less than two feet!"

The class left, happily chattering among themselves. Hermione walked by herself. Harry had stayed behind, trying to pry out information regarding Hagrids' whereabouts.

She turned her head to the sun and closed her eyes.

Only a week left to full moon.

Only a week…