Hi, everyone. This is my first fic, and I'd really appreciate it if you honestly told me what you think and stuff. It is post-HBP, so don't read of you haven't read it yet. Thanks!

It was almost time.

Hermione Granger, 17, anxiously awaited the release of Potions class--She enjoyed the subject, but the new Potions master was, yes, believe it or not, worse than Snape. She glanced around the room. As always, the Slytherins and Gryffindors had haphazardly split themselves into opposite sides of the room. She sighed. Does it HAVE to be that way? Of course it does. She had read numerous times in Hogwarts: A History that Slytherins and Gryffindors had been enemies since Hogwarts was established.

Hermione heard the Potions master say something like, "Papers...desk...dismissed." She was relieved. She was, yes, daydreaming during class, but she already had finished the in-class assignment, while everyone else was frantically finishing. That was one good thing about this teacher; he never assigned real homework, just in-class things. She was pretty much the only one in the class that didn't have to scramble to get it done.

Except for one blonde-haired git going by the name of Draco Malfoy.

Hermione rolled her eyes and waited for her comrades, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, to turn in their papers. They soon joined her. As they made their way back to the Gryffindor Common Room, Hermione said, "I'm surprised that you two didn't ask for my help with the assignment today! I'm pleased." Ron and Harry stopped and stared.

"Today's assignment was on Polyjuice Potion. We WOULD'VE asked for help if we didn't get TONS in our second year," Ron replied.

"Yeah, I guess so," Hermione replied with a short laugh.

Suddenly, they heard a drawling voice state, "What DID happen in our second year, Weasley?"

Ok everyone, I know this sucks so far. I'm not that great of a writer. So, If I could get any suggestions (PLEASE!) on where to go with this, that would be awesomely great. If it sucks too bad to even work on, tell me and I'll abolish my short career of writing. Thanks!