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Again when Hermione woke up, she panicked about her homework she had missed out on.

today, she was determined to go to the teachers and catch up. And this time, shed stick to it.

She had a shower, dressed in fresh robes and headed into the common room, where her school bag had been left. She shouldered it, making sure to put her assignment for Transfiguration in, and walked out of the heads dorm down to the great hall.

Many students where sitting in the hall, as usual, and Hermione had only just sat her self down between Harry and Ron when the morning post arrived. Hermione lazily watched the owls fly in, searching for their owners. One flew to Harry, who was surprised, but untied the scroll that was attached to its leg all the same. Another, Errol the ancient, as Hermione liked to call him, flew through the cloud of owls towards Ron. Unfortunately, Errol's nickname isn't something Hermione made up because she was board. Errol had earned his nickname…very well. He was old, and as he attempted to land, he crashed into Harry's plate of toast and eggs.

Ron grunted as he reached over Hermione to get to Harry's plate. He got Errol by the legs and hosted him over to his part of the table. Errol was old and gray, and long trips just weren't agreeing with him anymore. He looked dazed, and well, he frankly looked like the walking- sorry, flying- dead.

'Bloody thing.' Ron said as he reached for the parchment attached to Errol's boney leg.

Hermione, who was busy watching what Harry and Ron where doing didn't see the school owl she had sent off come and land smoothly in front of her. When she didn't take notice, the owl hopped forward and nipped her on the finger lightly. Hermione jumped, and saw the owl. In a token of apology, Hermione offered the bird some food, though being a school bird, and only used to delivering then returning, glared at Hermione until she took the letter from it's leg, and took off, its wings making a small breeze.

Hermione waited to open her letter, and placed it in her bag, which was beside her feet.

Ron's letter was from Percy, (Ron looked disgusted when he recognized the writing) and Harry hadn't opened his yet, so who knows who it was from?

'What did Percy say this time?' Hermione asked Ron.

Ever since the wizarding world had found out that both Harry and Dumbledore had been telling the truth about the Dark Lord, Percy was deeply ashamed and had been sending letters of "sorry" to Harry and Ron. He had sent Ron a letter, telling him to stay away from Harry, and not believe him. Ron had, of course burnt the letter, and was sad to admit he was related to Percy.

'It's another bloody apology letter.' Ron said angrily. 'I shouldn't have said the things I said…blah blah blah…I am sorry I told you to stay away from your best friend…blah blah blah…I guess I was never wrong and im not used to it…' Ron seamed utterly board with Percy's letters of apology. 'Oh wait, heres something new!' said Ron in a faked excited tone. 'I shall be returning home soon from my stay here in London at Christmas. Please come home and see me- I miss you and the rest…Oh Merlin, he really expects me to go home and see him after what he said?'

'Well, Ron at least he's trying to make it up to you.' Hermione said. 'Harry, what do you think?'

Harry, who had disliked Percy when he read the letter he had written to Ron, shrugged. 'I honestly don't care- as long as he doesn't tell Ron to stop hanging around me, and stays away, I'll be happy. And I think that's fair.'

'Yeah, Damn right it is!' agreed Ron from Hermione's other side.

'Whose your letter from Harry?' Hermione asked.

'Erm…' Harry slit open the top of the envelope and pulled out the concealed letter.

His bright green eyes scanned the page for a signature.

'Its from Lupin!' Harry said excitedly.

Hermione and Ron looked over in curiosity.

'Read it!' Ron said.

Harry nodded, and began reading.

'"Harry,

Firstly, how are things? I hope Hermione and Ron are ok, and everyone else we know at Hogwarts. How's Greasy top? Oops, don't tell him I said that (wink wink nudge nudge)"'

Hermione and Ron laughed. Harry grinned and continued.

'"The reason I wrote Harry was to see how you are, and also to ask what you have thought of as a career? Moody says he would be happy for you to try and be an Auror here in his old department, and he said he would be glad to help train you- but of course, if in your test you blow up anything in sight, I think you'll fail…better get proper training as well.

Or, I am happy to say, Dumbledore has agreed to allow you, Hermione and Ron to join the Order. At the moment, it is, of course not a full time job, so you will need other careers, though it would be something to consider.

Please think this over, and reply when ready. Don't hesitate to ask anything. See you soon,

Lupin."'

'An Auror!' Ron exclaimed.

'In the order of the Phoenix?' Harry said.

'By the by, what do you guys want to do when we leave Hogwarts?' Hermione asked anxiously.

'Well, when Moody was here at Hogwarts-'

'Oh Ron, Moody was never here at Hogwarts!' Hermione snapped. 'Well, he was, but we didn't see him.'

'Well, whatever. The Moody impersonator said that Harry and I would make good Aurors, and I have always wanted to be one.'

'Actually, Ron, if I believe correctly, he told Harry and me we'd make good Aurors.' Hermione said stubbornly.

Ron sneered at Hermione in response.

'Ron's right. I've always wanted to be an Auror, ever since The Quidditch World cup…remember when Charlie was talking about them?'

'Yes Harry. I remember too well. He was only talking about them because of the Dark Mark.' Hermione shuddered at the memory.

'Yes well, anyway. Being an Auror would be cool- and then the Order on the side? There is no better way to fight evil!' Harry said grinning.

'You mean to tell me you want to fight evil every day?' Hermione asked, rising an eye brow.

'Well…yeah.' Harry said.

'I know why Harry, and I think it would be good, but you should think of other career jobs before writing back to Lupin.'

Harry knew Hermione was only trying to help, and he thought he'd take her advice.

'Yeah, you're right.' Harry agreed.

Hermione smiled.

'Hermione, didn't you get a letter also?' Ron asked.

'Erm, yeah I did.' Hermione answered.

'Well, come on, who's it from?' Ron asked.

'My parents.'

'Read it out.' Ron said.

'No.' Hermione said shortly.

'Oh come on, we read out ours to you!' Ron complained.

'Ron, later I will…er but right now…' Hermione was praying for a distraction. And her prayers where answered.

'Ron!' called Ginny.

A small smile crossed Hermione's face as her friend walked briskly up the table towards them.

'Did you get cakes from mum?' she asked hotly.

'No.' Ron answered cautiously.

'Well, neither did i!' Ginny said furiously. Ginny then spotted Errol, who was still sitting on the table, recovering. 'What's he doing here?' she asked, her eyes looking like a hawks as she faced Ron.

'He delivered a letter from Percy.' Ron answered.

Ginny rolled her eyes. 'The usual?' she asked, sitting in an empty seat.

'Yeah. There was something new though. He said he wants me to come home for Christmas because he's coming home.' Ron looked disgusted, and so did Ginny.

'Are you going to go?' she asked.

'Dunno.' Ron answered.

'Wait Ron!' Harry said, picking up a parcel that was lying abandoned near his plate which Errol had landed in.

Ron swiveled around to see Harry handing him the parcel.

'It must have fallen off when Errol landed.' Ron muttered, as he opened the Parcel. Inside was a note from Ron's mother, hoping everyone was well, and so on. At the bottom was cakes.

Ginny saw these and her anger fired up again like a flame which was robed of its air, then it was returned to it.

Ron saw her face, looked down at the cakes, and handed it too her.

'Here, have it.'

'Alright.' Ginny said, extinguishing the flame once more.

Hermione shook her head.

'Come on guys. Lets go.' Hermione said, getting to her feet.

Ron and Harry followed and they walked into the entrance hall to run into Dumbledore.

'What a fine morning.' Dumbledore muttered at the three, his eyes twinkling.

'Yes, Sir, it is.' Hermione answered, looking past him and out onto the grounds.

'Well, toddle off there.' Dumbledore smiled before continuing into the hall.

Hermione, Ron and Harry "toddled" off all the way down to potions.

It was the coldest, darkest place in the whole of Hogwarts castle. And considering how big that is, that means something.

Hermione remembered after she had a spaze that she had o homework from potions. Harry and Ron stood beside her in the corridor, the rest of their classmates scattered throughout the hallway.

Groups of Slytherins here, groups of Gryffindors there…it was a mix of red, gold, sliver and green.

When Snape opened the rusty door, the class walked in, instantly pulling their cloaks tighter around their bodies.

Even the Slytherins had to admit, the place freaked them out, and froze them.

Snape slammed the door shut, only making the sound echo around an already dead silent room.

He strolled to the front of the room, and folded his arms.

'New potion. Begin.'

the class looked at each other oddly. Normally, Snape would offer an explanation or something as to why they were brewing a particular potion, but not today. They moved off, collecting necessary ingredients then reading the instructions that were now written on the black board.

Snape sat at his desk, watching the students. He made mental notes on each, watching them carefully as they added, chopped and stirred. He smirked when Neville dropped his knife, missing his toes by an inch.

Malfoy had refused to sit next to Hermione again and Snape noticed this only ten minutes into the lesson.

'Malfoy!' he barked. 'Up the back with Granger now!'

'Oh, but sir-' Malfoy sulked

'No, Up there now Malfoy. Do not make me drag you.'

Malfoy sneered at the Potions master before packing up his things and walked casually to the back of the room.

Ever since he had kissed Hermione, things were different between him and the trio. They had stopped throwing so many insults, though just enough to keep them happy.

Hermione, who had been working on her potion alone and quietly, stepped aside when Malfoy put his things in an empty space.

She added one more slice of some ingredient, and let Malfoy stir it. He smirked when Hermione handed him the spoon.

'Oh come now, I had a good view there.' Hermione flushed.

'Move Malfoy.' she growled, stepping past him and sitting down, her face hidden by her hair.

Malfoy smirked again when he turned back to the potion and stirred it three times anti clockwise as instructed.

Snape watched him for a minute, making sure he wasn't going to sneak off to some other table.

'By the by Draco, detention.' Snape barked when the class packed up.

Malfoy's face dropped.

'Why sir? I didn't do anything!' he complained.

'Draco! do not test my patients!' Snape snapped.

The class almost ran from the room, sensing his mood, but Malfoy, who knew he was about to make the potions teacher boil over, kept at it, seeing how long his patients would stand.

Snape glared at his favorite student. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted some students lurking at the door, watching Malfoy aggravate him.

He rounded on them and they piss bolted for the end of the corridor.

Malfoy turned around when this happened, to hide his smirk.

The professor walked out into the corridor to check that there was no more students lurking in the corridor before returning to the room and slamming the door shut.

Malfoy turned back to face him and wiped the smirk off his face.

Snape glared at him before walking up to his desk and seating himself behind it. Malfoy walked after him slowly and stood in front of it.

'Sir, if you don't mind, I'd like to get to my class.' Malfoy said smugly. And it was true- he was missing out on Care of Magical Creatures…well, he didn't care much for the subject, but picking on the half giant and the Gryffindors was fun and made up for it.

Snape looked Malfoy in the eye and Malfoy did the same.

'Mr. Malfoy.' Snape said suddenly sitting back in his chair. 'why did you kiss miss granger?'

Malfoy almost laughed at his teacher. 'I did because I was pressured and it was fun.' he answered, a huge grin greeting his features.

'It was fun?' Snape asked, rising his eye brow.

'Sir, can't we talk about this later? I am really very late.'

Snape watched Malfoy for another minute before waving his hand towards the door.

When Malfoy had walked into the corridor, he was greeted with a class of Slytherins in a younger year and Hufflepuff lurking in the back. The Slytherins patted him on the back, which Malfoy got used to since he had kissed Granger, and made his way up the corridor.

When he reached the Entrance hall, he walked out through the double doors. The sun was pouring out over the grounds, leaving no shadows.

He paused on the steps, looking over the grounds, trying to find his class. He spotted them huddled near the lake.

Readjusting the bag on his shoulder, he walked towards them, watching as he went.

the class watched him walk towards them, some whispering about what he and Snape might have talked about and so on.

When he was among the Slytherins, Hagrid noticed him.

'Ahh Mr. Malfoy, nice of you to join 's.'

Malfoy sneered. 'I was with Professor Snape sir.' he said.

'Don' lie Malfoy.' Hagrid growled.

'Professor?' Hermione spoke up. 'He was with Professor Snape.'

Malfoy smirked as Hagrid flushed with embarrassment.

'Well, where's yeh note?' he asked.

Malfoy's smirk dropped.

'I don't have one.' Malfoy said.

'Detention then.' Hagrid said, turning back to the class, and continued talking with whatever it was he was saying.

Hermione, Ron and Harry thought it was a bit rough, though they were happy for Hagrid as Malfoy had done all in his power to have Hagrid sacked in their 3rd year, and to see Hagrid get the better over him made Hermione, Ron and Harry smile.

The class ended, and Malfoy stayed though rather reluctantly, to talk to Hagrid about his detention.

Hermione stayed behind as well, hoping to ask Hagrid about the homework she had missed on her week off.

Harry and Ron had gone to the hall to save her a seat and took her bag for her.

Hagrid looked at the two students in front of him.

'Hermione, why are you here?' Hagrid asked, wondering if he had accidentally given her the detention.

'Erm, I can wait.' Hermione said, stepping to the side.

Hagrid looked at her sideways before turning his attention to Malfoy.

'Now Malfoy, yeh to turn up to yeh detention on Saturday nigh'.' Malfoy started complaining at once.

'Saturday?' he yelled. 'Why Saturday?'

'Yeh'll come when yeh told Malfoy.' Hagrid growled.

Malfoy scowled.

'Now Hermione, what was it yeh wanted?' Hagrid asked, his mood changing the second he talked to her.

'I just wanted to ask you something.' Hermione said.

'Ok, Malfoy, yeh can get away now. I expect Snape would be wantin ta see yeh.'

Malfoy looked at Hermione before walking up the slopes of the castle and into the Entrance hall.

Hermione spoke once he was gone.

'Hagrid, could I know what he did when I was away for the week?'

Hagrid smiled.

'Of course' yeh can.' he said, then started telling her what they had learned.

Hermione listened, making mental notes as he spoke.

When he was finished, Hermione thanked him and walked quickly back up to the hall.

When she entered, she looked around for Harry and Ron and walked towards them. They had saved her a spot next to them and greeted her when she sat down.

Hermione smiled and ate a sandwich then took out a piece of parchment. She got her quill and ink out and began writing the notes she had taken when she was talking with Hagrid.

Her quill flew across the page, as the boys watched.

'Hermione, how can you write that fast?' Ron asked.

'I have practiced Ron.' Hermione said quickly. She finished writing everything that was told to her, and put down the quill.

Harry stared at Hermione, and then swallowed the piece of bread that was in his mouth slowly.

Hermione smiled.

'You guys.' she said laughing.

Ron and Harry looked at each other, then laughed.

Malfoy watched from the other side of the hall. For some reason that was unknown, he wanted to know why they were laughing, and to be apart of it. He made mental note to sit with them at dinner and see what would happen. He smirked at the thought, then leaned over to whisper his idea to Blaize and Jamie.

Both smiled at his idea and agreed to sit at their table and pretend like it nothing was out of the ordinary.

The trio had Transfiguration next. That passed quickly, with almost everyone handing in the essay, then they had charms- which was with the Slytherins. All but one subject was with the Slytherins that day.

Once they walked out of the charms class room, Jamie, Malfoy and Blaize let Hermione, Ron and Harry go ahead. They had gotten out of the classroom first, but had stopped in the corridor and waited for them to pass.

Once they had, the three Slytherins followed, keeping back at a distance.

Malfoy was in front, Blaize on his right and Jamie on his left, both slightly behind him. This made it look like a triangle.

they walked into the hall, looking not at the Slytherin table, but at the Gryffindor table.

Malfoy spotted Hermione and headed for her, trying not to smirk or anything, trying to make it seam casual.

The Gryffindors saw him coming, and watched him closely.

He walked past them, pretending not to notice, and walked up to Hermione.

There was a space free next to her, and Malfoy smiled inside as he took off his bag and sat down, Jamie and Blaize following suit.

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