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Chapter 8 Teaching

Hermoine stormed in the Great Hall the next morning, finding it in its paired tables. She was not in the best of moods, especially now that Malfoy had confessed that he read her diary. Her most prized possession. She didn't even tell Harry or Ron what was written in it.

She clutched it tightly in her hand as she sat at the table she and Draco had been assigned to. She took a quill out of her bag and began scribbling almost immediately, and didn't even bother to look up as the dreaded Malfoy sat down.

"Writing about me again?" he asked in a smug voice. When she didn't reply but just continued to write he then said, "I knew you couldn't get enough of me, but it would never work out, seeing as you're a mudblood and I'm the best looking student in the school, and you're definitely far from."

Hermoine closed her book and slammed it down on the table. "Do you ever shut up!" she yelled, then quickly picked up her book and hurried out of the Great Hall. She had a stash of muggle cereal in her room which she could handle for today.

She closed the door of her room and then it clicked. Today she had to spend the whole day with Malfoy. Starting first class. This was going to be the best day of her life…NOT!

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Draco sank back in his chair in the Great Hall and smiled smugly to himself. He thoroughly enjoyed ruining the little mudbloods life, and he would continue to do so until the day he died, which he guessed would be many, many years from now.

He took a sip of coffee and looked around him. It was ridiculous how all of the 'couples' seemed to be hooking up with each other. Especially Blaise and that red-head. That sickened Malfoy more than the thoughts of kissing the mudblood did.

Actually, kissing the mudblood was definitely something for him. He didn't know why he thought that but he did, and it wasn't blowing his mind away. She was a mudblood, completely and totally filthy to him. Well, not him, but his father. Point being, it could never EVER happen.

A bell sounded for first class to begin for the 5th years and below and Draco sat for a moment and continued to think. The more he thought, the more he came to a realization. SHIT! I'm late for teaching; he thought and ran down to Hagrids hut as fast as he could.

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Hermoine glared as she watched Draco stumble down the hill towards her and the class of third years that were looking at her, slightly confused at where Hagrid was.

Draco finally made it down to the class area, panting slightly. Hermoine rolled her eyes and turned to the class.

"Hello class, Dumbledore has assigned us to teach you for the remainder of the month. You should all know us as we are your head girl and head boy" She said clearly.

"Don't mind her" Draco suddenly cut in. "She's used to thinking she's superior to everyone, so don't be alarmed if she starts talking like you're a seven year old."

Draco's eyes glinted as he glanced at Hermoine who looked as if she was trying to keep her temper down.

The class chuckled nervously at Draco's comment and seemed to shift uncomfortably.

"Anyways" Hermoine said, tucking her hair behind her ears, "Today we will be working with nifflers. Now who can tell me what a niffler is?" Hermoine asked looking out over everyone.

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Hermoine started to walk back towards the castle after a long day of teaching. She couldn't stand to be by Malfoy any longer. He was mocking anything and everything that she did and she wouldn't put up with it anymore.

She decided it would be best to skip going to the Great Hall that evening and having to put up with him, so she made her way back to the common room.

She opened the door and found Draco sitting on the couch, reading the potions book. Hermoine's jaw dropped slightly.

"But weren't you behind me?" She asked, slightly confused at the sight of him.

"Shortcuts my dear little mudblood" Malfoy drawled, not bothering to look up from his book.

Hermoine's cheeks flushed and she hurried to her room. She plopped herself down on her bed and lay back. She couldn't deal with this madness much longer. She longed for how things were before she had found out about him reading her diary.

Her mind started running away with the idea of them getting along. They could act civilized and possibly be like in her dream.

Visions of her dream overtook her and she started seeing their passionate kisses that they shared and spending every waking moment together. She closed her eyes and slowly fell asleep, the dream taking her over.

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Draco tried to shake the image of Hermoine out of his head, but nothing would do the trick. He even tried to think of Pansy in a seductive way, but of course that didn't work either.

He imagined the smell of Hermoine's hair, the feel of her skin, the taste of her lips. GOD, when did he turn so sappy!

Draco dreaded the way he was feeling at that moment. Like he actually had feelings towards the mudblood. But that couldn't happen. She was, afterall, a mudblood.

He headed towards his room. He didn't want her to come out and see him looking like he was day dreaming. That would definitely not go over too well.

He closed the door and collapsed on his bed and heaved a sigh. At the moment, he hated his life. He hated how he loved the one person he thought he truly hated. Wait a minute…love? That's a pretty strong word to use.

Ok, well maybe not love, but there sure were feelings there for her whether he wanted to admit it or not, and Draco was the kind of hiding his emotions. Guess that was all changing now.

Damn her, he thought to himself. Damn her for coming into my dreams and haunting me for the past two years! Why the hell did she have to do it!

Draco never finished the threats in his mind. He began to grow weary while thinking of other threats to use at her, but slowly drifted of to sleep. And this definitely was NOT a dreamless sleep.