BEEP! the alarm clock sounded shrilly until a balled fist came slamming down upon it and it died with a final wail. Draco lifted himself out of his bed and slowly began to dress himself. He hated the summer, and now he had an even better reason to hate it. Summer school. Unlike Hermione, he had not signed up willingly but there was no disobeying his father. Many of the students at Hogwarts would easily refer to Draco Malfoy as powerful, but compared to Lucius he was a sniveling infant. And it was for that reason that Draco found himself taking the test to get into this particular school in the spring of last year, and after that staring at his acceptance letter numbly, and after that packing his bags and now here in his new dorm room with his snoring roommate… snoring. But what made this horrible situation particularly horrible was that yesterday he had run into one of the last people he would expect to be seeing over the summer. His worst enemy. From the second he had seen Hermione in class at Hogwarts in their first year, begging to answer the teacher's questions, he had hated her. After she befriended Potter he had loathed her. And when he had found out that she was a mudblood, he had despised her, and now, practically 6 years later, he felt the same way. He didn't deny that she had grown up over the years, her hair getting less frizzy, he teeth less bucked, and her big brown eyes even more shocking. She may have been attractive, but she was still Hermione Granger, and nothing would make him change his mind about her.

'Where the fuck is room 115!' Hermione asked herself as she became a bit more frantic in her search when she realized she was already a minute late. This was the first time in a VERY long time that Hermione had been late to class, even though she was not looking forward to it. She had had very bad experiences in the past with Potions and had a feeling that this would not be much better. Finally spotting the room she dashed in. The room was very welcoming, unlike the dungeons, and well lit to boot. The woman standing in front of the class didn't look much older than Hermione herself with reddish brown hair and rosy cheeks. Hermione scanned the room for a seat and her heart immediately sunk as she realized that the only available chair was right next Malfoy. It was already her 4th class of the day and she was starting to think that she wouldn't have to share a class with him for once. She was wrong. She took the seat and plopped her bag down between them. He shot her a death glare.

"Good afternoon class… My name is Professor Jenkins. I'll be teaching you Potions for the summer and some of you for the whole year. This is my first year as a teacher so please be easy on me." She said. She seemed more afraid of the students then they were of her, Hermione noted. "For our first lesson we are going to be learning how to make a polly cocks serum. For those of you who are unsure as to what polly cocks is, it is a illness similar to chicken pocks where the victim breaks out in blue spots all over their body. It is carried by Mosquito's who has drunken the blood of an infected dragon, but what makes this disease most interesting is that it is caught only by wizards or witches. I want you to turn to the person next to you." Hermione reluctantly turned to face Draco. "Introduce yourselves. This will be your lab partner for the WHOLE summer. That means that for the two months you are here, you will work on labs and complete projects with that person. Ingredients and caldrons should be at your table. Instructions," She said with a wave of her wand. "On the board."

"Shit." Hermione swore under her breath.

"This cant be true. I refuse to spend the remainder of my summer paired up with some beaver toothed book worm!" He said, more to himself than to anyone.

Hermione's eyes narrowed. "Wow Malfoy, you haven't changed a bit! You're still the greasy prick that you were when we met in our first year."

"Yeah, well at least I am a pure blood."

"Yes. And you are also an asshole."

"Shut up, Granger."

"Can you PLEASE stop being so immature? I would like to complete the first assignment of the summer."

"I sure saw that one coming," He said smirking to himself.

Over the remainder of the class they finished the polly cocks serum, talking as little as possible. Several other groups were not so lucky, and ran into some sort of problem, and one boy even spilled some of it on himself in the early stage and broke out in blue spots, and she couldn't help but be reminded of Neville. Professor Jenkins gave them an assignment with their partner for homework, and then finally the bell rang and she sped out of the class trying to get as far away from Draco as she could, until they had to study that evening. The next period she had was divination, but luckily she had the class with Jessica and it wasn't so bad. Finally the day was done and together the two girls walked up to their room. After an hour or so of rest, Hermione bade Jessica goodbye and headed off to Malfoy's room. Upon her arrival she paused for a bit to collect herself. She took a deep breath. Why was she so nervous? It was MALFOY. She knocked loudly two times and was about to knock a third when the door swung open.

"Well, if it isn't Granger." He said smirking down at her. She looked up at him. He certainly had changed physically in the past year. His blond hair had grown a bit and now lay messily over his forehead and his grey-blue eyes were even more apparent that they had been in the past 6 years that they had been at Hogwarts together. His still lean body was now toned and firm, and the faint outline of a six pack was faintly apparent behind his tight black shirt. At seeing her gaze his smirk broadened. "Like what you see?"

She quickly looked away and made a face of disgust. "Don't flatter yourself." She said, pushing past him and into his dorm room. She sat on his couch and noticed that instead of the bright yellow that here walls were painted, his were a pale blue as was most of his furniture.

He joined her and sat across her, watching her take out several books attentively.

"What are YOU looking at?"

"Clearly not very much." He said looking at her with a smirk.

"I detest you." She spat back. "Now if you don't MIND I would like to get started on our project on the background of polly cocks."

"If we must." He replied nonchalantly looking out the window.

"We must."

For the rest of the night they worked on the project, or rather Hermione worked on the project and Draco would help every once in a while. By the time Hermione got back to her room she was fuming. She absolutely loathed him and every part of his being.

"What's wrong?" Jessica asked, frowning when she saw Hermione walk in the door, fists clenched, slightly red in the face.

"I… HATE… HIM!" She said storming into the room and slamming the door behind her. She got into her pajama's and sat in bed for quite a while until she dozed off into a very light sleep.

Hermione was alone in her room back at home. She was staring out the window at the moon. All of a sudden she heard a sharp knock at her door.

Bunching the covers up around her, she called, "Come in."

It was Draco Malfoy.

"What are you doing here?" She asked.

"I've come for you." He replied, sitting on her bed.

Hermione was sitting next to him. She could hear his breathing and she could feel his eyes on her, burning into her. She felt light headed and slowly looked up at him. Here eyes met with his shocking blue ones, and she could see that he wanted her. He was moving closer. She wanted him to. He was inches away from her, closer, and closer. He was leaning in and then…

It ended as fast as it had begun. Hermione bolted upright, she was sweating and panting a bit. It was just nightmare. It was a wonderful nightmare.