Hello!This is my first fanfic that I've posted! So, you know, the usuall, don't be mean, review nicely et cetera! It's a Draco/Hermione fic, but it'll probably take me ages to get to that. I'm not that good at keeping writing stories, I start stories & never finish them, so I decided to post this one so I would have a reason to finish it, even if it's rubbish (highly possible!) I'll try to keep writing, but I won't be able to promise a chapter every Thursday morning at 11:53 a.m. (I don't know how some people do that!) Well, even if you think this is really bad, review and say so. (in a nice way!)

Yours, etc., (My English teacher actually says that's the proper way to end a formal letter, I think it just sounds rude, like you don't really care...yours bla bla...)

Oh, I almost forgot...
Disclaimer: Not one iota of Harry Potter belongs to me, everything is the deserved property of JKRowling, who I admire greatly. If I even had a million billionth of the talent she has I'd have too much! I do, however, own a new phone complete with Johnny Depp wallpaper and it goes "Haha, you're really weird!" when I get a text message!Yay-ness!

Is it worth it?

"Granger, bring these pepper-up potions up to Madame Pomphre, while the rest of the class cleans up."

Hermione jumped out of her seat immediately, "Yes sir, of course Professor Snape."

She grabbed the bottles of potions that the sixth year class had just made, most of them by Hermione, and ran from the classroom.

"Well," said Snape after a while, and Harry was sure he heard Snape mumble 'now that she's gone'. "If any of you require some extra credit, well, those who are capable, I need two assistants to help me brew a potion, it has to be started in full-moonlight and made outdoors. I will need two people to research this potion, and to make it. I will be checking up on them regularly. To apply for this position, which will grant you a better grade and house points, simply write a five foot essay on the properties and uses of the 'pepper-up' potion, complete with a sample, made by you, of course, and a report on the procedure before and following said uses, with equal attention on all stages, to be handed in on Friday."

"Simply? Where did he learn his English?" muttered Harry.

"Friday? But today's Tuesday! No way!" he exclaimed, "How does he expect us to do that? He's such a -"

The bell rang and cut off the end of Ron's sentence. Hermione ran into the room just as the others were leaving, in time to grab her things. While she was there picking up quills that fell from her bag, she heard Snape call Malfoy up to his desk.

"I take it you want to do this assignment, Draco."

"Of course, sir."

"Well, there is no need for you to apply, I know you are more than skilled enough, I will just be looking for one more assistant."

"Thank you, sir."

"I will give you the details on Friday, good bye."

"Good bye, sir."

Draco made for the door, but he spotted Hermione under the desk looking for a quill.

"On the floor, where you belong, eh Mudblood?"

"Draco," warned Snape un-enthusiastically, "Such language is not tolerated at this school." He glanced at him with a look that plainly said 'I wish it was'.

"Yes, sir." Malfoy left, taking care to kick a quill under some shelves.

"Granger, what are you doing under the table, one would think you were eavesdropping."

"Oh, no sir, I dropped some quills, I'm just picking them up."

"Hmmm, well, hurry up!"

"Yessir!"

She grabbed another quill and ran out of the classroom.

"Granger," sneered Malfoy, who was leaning against the corridor wall, "You didn't get all of your quills, I think there was one under the shelf that you missed! Why didn't you get that one?"

"Oh, and do exactly what you wanted me to? Yeah right! I wouldn't lower myself for you."

"Well, there wouldn't be much lowering involved."

Hermione pulled out her wand, "I'm warning you Malfoy, one more word -"

"Right outside a classroom, Granger? I don't think so!" But never the less he started to back away.

"Oh, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him!" cried Hermione when she sat down next to Harry and Ron in the Gryffindor common room.

"Who? What happened?" asked Ron, concerned.

"That damn Malfoy!" sighed Hermione and she told them about the encounter.

"And while I was in the classroom Snape was saying something about an assignment, do you know what he means?"

"The extra credit one, I expect." said Harry.

"What?" cried Hermione, "What extra credit assignment?"

"Oh yea, you weren't there." said Harry, and he told Hermione about the potion Snape wanted two assistants for, and the essay involved, he left out the mumble he thought he heard from Snape - he didn't want to upset her.

"And that's for Friday, is it? Well," Hermione continued without waiting for an answer, "I'd better get started! I must finish my charms homework first, oh, wait, I finished that already, oops!"

She giggled in a flustered way. And promptly fainted.

The End, or is it? (Well, of course it isn't! That would make no sense!)

Thank you very, very, very, VERY! much to Galadryal who beta-ed this fic!(you have to review now Galadryal!) And who told me to actually post it, if it wasn't for her I wouldn't have! (maybe I shouldn't have!I'll leave that up to the reviewers!)

Anyway, to the 'Submit Review' box with you!