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Mystery

Hermione gave Draco one last amused grin and sat down next to Harry.

"What are you smiling about?" Harry said, a little afraid to hear a mushy story.

"Malfoy was trying to be sweet to me." Hermione laughed. "which is an hilarious attempt at all times."

Harry visibly relaxed. He still was a bit troubled with his all-time enemy getting it on with his precious best friend, but he knew Hermione was smart and he was reliefed to see she didn't changed a bit during the first few weeks.

Ron was suprisingly okay with it. Hermione and Harry had spent a lot of time wondering how this could happen but that was until they saw him exchanging admiring glares with a blue-eyed brunette from Ravenclaw. This explained a lot.

And Ginny was simply happy because Hermione was happy. She didn't mind that much that everybody had an opinion about it.

Draco sat down next to Blaise, still muttering to himself. "What is your problem this morning, Drake?" Blaise asked cheerful, his eyebrows raised in amusement.

"Just the Bookworm, Blaise.Draco answered.

Blaise simply grinned as an answer.

"Goodmorning class." Snape emerged from the doorstep. Hiv voice was icy and unctuous. He seemed even more greasy than usual, Hermione thoughed to herself, and was visibly very irritated with something.

"We'll have a different lesson today. This will happen for the next four weeks in this class on this day." Snape paced slowly to the front and the back of the class. The entire class was totally quiet, afraid to move because they didn't want to be the target of the Potions-teachers fury, that was obviously very easy to provoke right now.

"This class will be sacrified for your weekly lesson for your poetry-assignment."

There went a wave of surprise through the classroom and in the word 'sacrificied' Hermione immediately sensed that Snape was this was totally unjustified.

Snape was now pacing up and down infront of his desk, his nose pointing down.

"This is a very valuable adding to your 'personal development'." Snape pronounced 'personal development' as it was the biggest crap he ever heard of.

"You'll be studying important writers of all ages, muggle and wizard, writing essays and most importantly: writing your own poetry."

A moan of horror was heard.

"You'll be using a lot of personal emotional material, bare out your whole being you might even say." Snape sure knew how to rub it in.

"I'm doomed." Hermione heard Ron sighing. "I hate baring, especially my being."

"Me too." Harry agreed miserably.

Hermione liked poetry, but had never even given it a thought to try and write it herself. She roled her eyes to herself. I'm good at learning things, not creating them. And knowing Snape, he would do anything to expose it.

In the mean time, Draco had a very bad feeling about this.

He reacted absently at Blaise's comment that he hated poetry even more than potions.

He looked worriedly at Hermione, who was roling her eyes to no-one in particular. He made a mental note to himself to tell her that was rather pointless. she looked like she was having a stroke when she did that.

Snape still liked Draco or at least pretended he did, but his hate for Hermione had only grown since the Great Hall-scene. He would probably try to punish her for not obeying when he told her to stop chasing Draco.

"And I'm thrilled to tell you, you'll be doing this in couples." Snape said without any emotion visible.

Hermione's head flewup from her quiet conversation with Harry about sucking in writing or not. Oh god, she thought breathing deeply in, I'm having a flashback.

She first looked at Snape, who calmly began to read the list he had. Than she looked at Draco, who was looking rather worried at her too.

She made big eyes at him and when Draco tried to mime that that couldn't happen to them twice in a year, Snape's cold voice interupted their wordless conversation.

"And because this couple's last assignment turned out to be so succesful," (which was true, they got the highest grade of their year) "Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger."

"You should have kept your big mouth shut." Draco said moody. "I would have handled it."

He pulled a hand through his shiny blonde hair.

It's not like he didn't like working with Bookworm, she was smart, quick of understanding, neat and funny, but she wasn't really the person he would lay bare his entire emotional system.

And whenI came to think of it,I wouldn't do that withanyone on the planet. He thought.

Hermione laughed scornful. "yeah, you kissing his greasy ass would have gotten us anywhere. He wants to marry you, but his hate for me is a lot bigger."

Hermione freaked out more about letting him see she could actually really suck at something. Draco was nice to work with. But not with stuff like this.

She had felt relief when Draco showed he wasn't happy with it either.

"Well, actually it would have." Draco said annoyed. "If you'd kept quiet I could have gone to him after class and asked for a switch because I didn't want to get distracted. And now because of your little tirade, I got stuck with you. The only reason you didn't got detention or other punishment is because of me."

Hermione had to admit that his plan was a lot smarter than yelling to Snape he needed Herbal Essence, against greasy hair and might getting his first orgasm out of it too.

It couldn't possibly have improved Snape's opinion about her.

Draco gave one look and when he saw Hermione's face with a look of dismay, he smirked, approached her and pulled his arms around her waist.

"Face it Bookworm, I'm right and you're wrong. A welcome change to my opinion."

Hermione grunted. She hated being wrong.

"It's just so frustrating. I can't work at my best with this assignment because I'm stuck with you."

He didn't quite understand what she was stressing about. She was usually easier with feelings than he was. Not that she showed them to him that often. He shivvered at the idea of Hermione doing that. And usually she was good at everything and certainly not afraid to show that.

"I don't want to do it with you." She stated sullen.

"Good God Granger," Draco replied in annoyance. "I've already seen you get hysterical over completely nothing, I've seen you entirely naked from all possible angles. Do you really think I care what you write in a stupid poem?"

"It's just personal." She shrieked, turning red.

"And you're not too happy about this either, Blondie." She reminded him. "don't get all smart on me. I don't see you writing poems to me either."

"Well, because that would be totally ridicilous." He sputtered. "And I'm certainly not the one getting smart." He added, rolling his eyes.

Hermione lost her temper. "I just hate getting teamed up with you, you know that." She said, her volume increasing, "you get all controlling and for crying out loud, look at the mess our last assignment got us in."

Draco's eyes narrowed.

"If you're referring to us and our weird thing with mess, I couldn't agree more." He said through clenched teeth.

"Oh bite me." Hermione said, her eyes full of anger, but not knowing how to respond. She didn't really think it was such a mess, she was just kranky.

"you wish." Draco replied, his silvery eyes fighting a battle with hers.

"Go to hell!." Hermione snarled when his godforbidden beautiful eyes forced her to look down.

"It already came to me!" Draco yelled back.

They both stormed into their bedrooms and slammed the door.

Draco started to pace up and down.

Hermione sat down on her bed, strangling her sheets.

Then they both screamed out of frustration. And they heard eachother scream.

Draco smirked.

Hermione smiled.

They both opened their bedroomdoors.

Draco saw her bushy curls appearing and her deerbrown eyes looked at him the way he liked it, amused, apologizing and with something like tenderness, only less mushy.

Hermione looked at his sleek, platinum hair, his smirk and his silvery eyes looked at her in his own inscrutable way.

"I won't ask to read your poetry." He offered, trying to turn his smirk a little more apologizing, not that he would ever confess that he did that.

"I won't read yours either." Hermione accepted the truce.

They both came out of their doorstep.

Draco smirked and raised an eyebrow. "Your bedroom or mine?"

Draco jawned.

"I wear you out, don't I?" Hermione said with a satisfied smile on her face.

"You wish Bookwurm." He smirked.

They were in Hermione's bed and in tradition Hermione wore his shirt and he only wore his boxers.

"Oh right, your sexdrive is bigger than London." She replied dryly.

"England, my love. Bigger than England." He said playfully before pulling her close.

Hermione laughed and bit his neck.

Draco closed his eyes as the biting became kissing. "Are you sure you want to bring this on yourself?" He said, his voice husky. "You know I can go all night, Granger, the sex-drive and all."

Hermione turned to face him, smirking.

"I might not have a sexdrive as big as England but I do have a healthy appetite, Blondie."

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