Hermione sat down as quick as she could. She could not believe that the headmaster had not told her that her former husband was also a teacher. The thought of having to work with that brute was agonising. Clearly Ron and Harry had not noticed that their all time enemy was sitting a few mere seats away from them. They seemed a bit too occupied with the food when it appeared on their platters. Some things never do change, Hermione thought to herself. She glanced over at the Slytherin table to see if she could spot Jessica. She seen her in seconds. She was proving to be pretty popular. All of the first year boys were drooling over her and all of the girls were trying to converse with her. Hermione could swear that even a few second and third year boys were checking her out. This didn't bother Hermione much. She was used to boys hanging around her daughter. It was usually Harry and Ron who would deal with them. They didn't want boys to be thinking like that of their 'niece'. It amused Hermione, how overprotective Harry and Ron were of her and Jessica. They were certainly the best friends any girl could hope for. A few seats down from where Hermione sat, someone else was also in deep thought. This person was Draco Malfoy. He couldn't quite believe the woman he used to love was now his colleague. Yes, he used to love her. The feelings he had once had for the girl were long gone. Or so he thought anyway. She is certainly breath takingly beautiful, he found himself thinking. He abruptly stopped these crazy thoughts when he realised who he was talking about. Hermione Granger for goodness sake. Nothing but a filthy mudblood. Ah but she isn't a mudblood, he reasoned. She's as good as, his mind snarled at him. Thinking he had reached the barrier of craziness, Draco tried to return his attention back to his food. There was still a small thing niggling at the back of his mind. Granger had a child! There had been a child with the second name Granger called up hadn't there? Oh well, Granger must've just got pregnant by a random guy. Stupid slag. With a sigh, Draco started to pick at the chicken on his plate.

In the Professor's Dormitory

"I CANNOT BELIEVE HE IS A PROFESSOR!" Ron roared. His ears had turned an alarming shade of red. It was a warning that he could really blow up any minute now.

"If we pass him Ron, we shall just act like he isn't there." Hermione reasoned. She really wished that they hadn't taken up the jobs as Professors now. It had seemed like fun at the time, but now that she knew that Malfoy was there, she truely regretted her choice.

"WHAT ABOUT JESSICA?" Ron roared angrily. Harry flopped down onto his bed (yes they are all in the same dorm). If only Ron and Harry had not noticed Malfoy in the corridor. Thankfully Malfoy had not seen them.

"She will be fine Ron. She looks nothing like him. He will never know. Besides we will take care of her." Harry said sounding really tired. Ron seemed to calm down slightly at the sound of this. However he was still beyond angry.

"Yes but will we tell her that her Professor is her father." he asked seriously.

"Yes we will. She has every right to know." Hermione said sinking into bed. "We will setlle this tomorrow. I need sleep."

Ron grunted and went to sleep also.

BRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING

"Go you two. My class will be here any minute." Hermione said quickly to Harry and Ron. They had all been in Hermione's charms classroom talking. She ushered them out and started to quickly plan her class. Before she knew it the seventh year class was piling in. They all quickly found their seats and waited for their Professor to start the lesson.

"Good afternoon class. I am Professor Granger. Today we will be working on changing someone elses appearance." Hermione said brightly. The class started to murmer in excitement. Not often did they get practical work. The class went seemingly well without any flaws. Hermione was really beginning to like this job.

Meanwhile in Potions

Draco Malfoy waited as his first year Gryffindor / Slytherin class quietened down. Sitting up at the back next to a boy called Damien Parkinson was Jessica Granger. Draco smirked inwardly. He knew that if he wasn't pleasant to Jessica it would fire Hermione right up. Over the years he had begun to dislike her more and more.

Jessica had recieved an owl from her mother that morning to inform her that her potions master was actually her father. Jessica didn't really care. She didn't really like her dad much and she knew he didn't know she existed.

"Ahem."

The class silenced. Malfoy stood up ready to teach the newcomers.

"Can anyone tell me the name of the potion that can transform one person into another?" he asked. He didn't really expect any of them to know the answer but was not surprised when Jessica Grangers hand flew up in the air.

"Yes Miss Granger?" he asked.

"The Polyjuice Potion." she answered rather coldly.

"Correct. Five points from Slytherin for your tone of voice." he spat. Jessica narrowed her eyes but said nothing. (BTW Malfoy doesn't care if she's from Slytherin or not).

"Today, you will be making a simple mixture. The finished colour should be red. Instructions are on the board."

The class began to gather their ingredients (don't ask me how they know where they are. They just do ok) and started on there mixture. Draco saw a Gryffindor boy put extra boomslang into Jessica's cauldren when she wasn't looking but he said nothing. Another excuse to dock points from the know-it-alls child. After 20 minutes the students were finished. Everyone's mixture was red with the exception of Jessica's whose was bright blue. She was on the verge of tears when she couldn't get it right. Malfoy smirked.

"Well Miss Granger, it seems you haven't followed the instructions. 30 points from Slytherin and detention tomorrow."

At that Jessica fled from the room in tears. Draco had a small feeling of satisfaction inside of him.