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Guess What? I didn't make the characters for this. Or the setting. In fact, J.K Rowling did all the work and made all the money. I just decided to waltz in here and make a little fanfic

That pales in greatness compared to her story. So ya. Don't sue me.

I am SOOO sorry! Picture me on my knees begging for forgiveness! I haven't updated in soooo long, shame on me. This chapter is short but important, and better then nothing.

I also wanted to thank all my reviewers and the 8 people who put me on their faves list, and the 19 people who put me on their author alerts thing. It inspired me to pick my ass up and start typing!

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Chapter 5--Crap Potions Class--

Draco leaned back in his chair, Snape's sinister voice echoing around in his head. He was bored out of his mind, and the dungeon's gloom did nothing to cheer him up.

Yes, good boy Draco. Leave the girl alone, Draco. Being 'nice' is going to make me curse myself. He ran a hand through his silky hair, and cast a glance over at Hermione, who was writing down Snape's every word. A picture of her in the bath ran through is mind. I can't be expected to ignore this any longer... I need gratification, damnit!

Snape raised a piece of parchment in the air. "I have here the list of partners for the transformation potion. You will not complain, and you will do the work. Let me remind you, if you make a mistake, you'll end up with interesting results. You might learn something during the next month." He smirked as he went down the list, pairing Potter with Pansy, Weasley with Crabbe, and "Granger, Hermione with..." he looked up from the list and grinned, "Malfoy, Draco."

The room let out an audible gasp. The Gryffindor groaned, and the Slytherins snarled. They would eat each other ALIVE.

Draco put on a fake face , looking disgusted, and looked over at Hermione. She had her eyebrows furrowed, and was nervously (or angrily) clenching and unclenching her fist. She avoided his gaze and looked down to her parchment. Might as well throw an insult at her...don't want to look like an idiot. "Well, Mudblood, you'd better do your work share of the work. I'm not picking up your slack."

Weasley and Potter jumped to their feet, and their chairs clattered to the stone floor. Draco followed suit.

"Don't talk about Hermione like that, you piece of filth!" Ron pulled out his wand.

Draco took a step forward, but... "10 points from Gryffindor, and I'll make it more if you don't SIT DOWN!" Snape set the class list down on his desk, and the bell rang. "Have your ingredients and manners ready by the next time I see you."

Te class filed out, and the Golden Boys were half-fuming, half-consoling Granger. Draco grinned and slipped his black bag over his shoulder. He waved his fan club out of the room, assuring them he'd only be a minute, and they would meet up in the Great Hall. Snape ignored him, and took a jar of goo off his desk and into the storage room. Draco gladly left the dungeon and into the empty stone hallway. I finally get some 'alone time' with Granger. He walked up the stairs, his footsteps echoing around him. Lets see how far I can push her... He entered near the Grand Staircase, and spotted the Golden Trio standing near the Great Hall entryway. Till she cracks. He glided past them, giving Potter and Weasley a sneer. He leaned in close and whispered in Granger's ear.

"Meet me in the library at & o'clock. Don't bring them." Then, as quickly as the order was given, he was past them and entering the Great Hall.

Hermione shivered as Draco's voice crept down her body, leaving cold sweat in its wake.

"OY! IDIOT!" Ron called out, but Draco ignored him and kept on walking. "SURE KEEP ON WALKING, BLOODY COWARD!" By this time, however, Draco was out of sight.

"Damn him, that jackass." Ron stared at the lunch crowd and furrowed his eyebrows.

"What did he say to you?" Harry frowned, his eyes, too, on the Great Hall.

:Nothing just told me when to meet him." She paused as they just seemed to get angrier. "Ermm... for the potions assignment. That's all..." I hope...

"Yes, that's GOING to be it, because WE'LL be going with you!" Ron crossed his arms over his chest, and Harry nodded.

"NO!" They gave her a weird look. "I mean. I don't need you too. I can handle myself. And besides, all you guys would do is fight."

"No, we'd protect you from that prat!"

"Nooo, you'd get in the way! We wouldn't get any work done!"

"He is a PERVERT! YOU ARE NOT GOING TO BE ALONE WITH HIM!"

"I CAN HANDLE MYSELF, Ron, I KNOW A LOT MORE CURSES THEN YOU!"

Harry shook his head as they fought. "You guys are crazy."

Authors Note: -- THAT'S RIGHT FOLKS! ALL DONE! Heh... I just added the ' Gryffindor groaned, and the Slytherins snarled' thing. It sounds funny ...anyway, I've already started writing the next chapter, expect it in a couple of weeks!--