"Ron, have you finished Snape's essay?"

"Damn it! I forgot all about it… can I copy yours?"

Hermione sighed. This was not the first time he had forgotten to finish his homework, and this was surely not his last. But when she looked into his big brown, pleading eyes, her anger immediately slipped away.

"Hermione…?" Ron said.

She snapped back to reality and handed him her essay. "Hurry up, or Snape will never let you eat anything but his underpants forever."

Ron rolled his eyes and ran to the library, Hermione stared at his back, thinking of what could be if she ever had the guts to tell him how she felt.

"Underpants? You couldn't get any lamer, Mudblood," a mocking voice said to Hermione's back. Recognizing the voice, she closed her eyes and tried to control her temper.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Hermione muttered, gritting her teeth.

"I see you have a little thing for Weasel… fancy him, eh? Bad jokes and bad taste. You're so pathetic, even I'm embarrassed for you," Draco snickered.

"Well Malfoy, my love life has got nothing to do with you. At least I have people I love and people who love me back. What about you? How's your beloved daddy? Still treating you like dirt? Not surprising," Hermione shot back, and immediately regretted it when she saw fire blazing in Draco's eyes. The next thing she knew, she was pinned to the wall, Draco's face barely an inch away from hers.

"A little crush cannot be compared to family matters. I mock you, but I don't get personal. Play fair, Mudblood," he said in a low voice.

"Don't get personal! What's with all the Mudblood comments then? You don't think that's personal? You're more foolish than you look, Malfoy. Don't talk when you have nothing to say," Hermione yelled at him. Draco pulled away, and gave her a cool look.

"Class is starting. You'd better get going," Draco said, and walk off.

"What a coward," Hermione muttered under her breath, and stormed off the other direction. Oh thank God Ron has a brain and a heart, Hermione said to herself, her thoughts drifting away.

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Hermione woke up the next morning an hour earlier than everyone else as usual, got dressed, and went to the library to revise for the upcoming exam in a few months. When she had finished, she went to the great hall to get some breakfast.

A few meters away, Draco sat with his friends, the usual crowd of girls surrounding him, flirting, playing with his hair. Hermione scrunched her face in disgust. Who on earth could fancy a foul mouth, crap attitude faker like him?

Harry and Ron were sitting at their usual place, but Hermione couldn't tell if they were awake yet.

"Hey sleepy heads. What's the matter with the two of you?" Hermione said, taking a seat beside Ron.

"No.. sleep… too much.. homework…" Harry muttered, saliva dripping down his chin.

Hermione sighed, rolled up her sleeves, and banged Harry and Ron's head as hard as she could on the table, startling them. "Awake now? If you're still feeling woozy, I'll do it again, even harder."

"Yes yes yes, we're awake!" Ron said at once, and began eating his breakfast.

"Hello, Granger," a familiar voice said. Hermione turned around to find, of all people, Draco Malfoy, looking down at her with a wide grin on his face.

"What now, Malfoy? Barely any of the Slytherins dare to walk up to a Gryffindor in front of so many people. You must need my help very badly, then," Hermione said, folding her arms across her chest.

Draco's face turned serious. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I do need your um.. help. I uh… I'm having some um… trouble… with Divination. If I don't do well, Trelawney says she'll put a curse on me… I'm quite superstitious…" he whispered, hoping no one would hear.

Ron laughed. "Draco? Asking for help from his enemy? I'll never forget this moment! But why didn't you mind being seen asking for help? I thought you lived on your reputation, pretty boy."

"Crabbe and Goyle dared me to come up and tease Hermione about her being a Mudblood again. I thought I might as well ask her now, I don't have time later," Draco explained.

"Are you asking me to be your tutor, Draco Malfoy?" Hermione grinned. This was all too funny to be true.

Draco looked at the ground, and after a few seconds, he nodded his head lightly. Harry and Ron burst out laughing, but Hermione shushed them.

"Very well then. We start tonight, 8 o'clock, the library."

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At a quarter past 8, Draco rushed into the library and put his books on the table, looking at Hermione.

"You're late," she said, glaring at him. "I have better things to do, you know. I don't live just to be your tutor."

"You didn't tell me to be early," Draco smirked. "Oh, and before we start, I just want you to know that, studying together and all does not change anything between us. You're still my enemy, and I'm still yours. I also want you to keep this a secret. Clear?"

"Whatever. Let's get started," Hermione said.

"Okay. Chapter 3, Fantasy Reading. It says here, you can dig through your partner's memories, and figure out what they have been daydreaming about and so on. So let's see. What is it you don't get about this?"

Draco shrugged. "I don't know how to get the whole procedure done. 3 orchids, 1 maiden's hair, lizard dung, whatever. Divination is such a boring subject, Granger! I don't know how you manage it all."

"You make it sound like I'm in love with Divination class," Hermione muttered. "Now stop complaining and I'll show you."

Hermione had already gathered all the ingredients earlier that day, and begin teaching Draco how to mix them. "Stir seven times left, three times right… wait for two minutes… even out the powder… mix with water… say the incantation… take one gulp and 3 sips…"

When she was done muttering the incantation from the book, which Draco had snickered at her about, she handed him the goblet, and he took one gulp, as written in the book. Then he handed her the cup back, and she took one gulp and three sips, drinking the formula to the very end.

Draco licked his lips, enjoying the sweet taste, feeling no effect taking over him.

"Hmm. Seems you're not so good after all," Draco snickered. Suddenly his eyes grew wide, and he felt like barfing out his entire dinner. He fell off his chair, knees and hands on the ground, choking. When the pain was too unbearable, his muscles loosened, and he got back on his chair and relaxed, closing his eyes.

Hermione, at the same time, felt an odd sensation through her body, but she felt good, and soon she was off to sleep.

The next thing she knew, she was awake and on the ground, her cheeks flushing as Draco watched her wiping off the drool from her mouth.

"Had fun?" Hermione muttered.

"Oh! Too too much," Draco grinned. "I saw… everything. And I'm going to tell everyone."

"Tell everyone what?" Hermione panicked.

"All those malicious fantasies with you and Ron. I see you're not such a goody goody girl after all. All that undressing, that touching… It would have been more romantic though if it had been someone handsome… I mean, Ron? I can't imagine it… but you sure did!" Draco laughed, almost falling off his chair, laughing even harder as Hermione's cheeks turned red.

"That's enough for today," Hermione said, packing up her books.

"Oh come on… the fun just started!" Malfoy said, but Hermione was already out the door.

Hi people! Well, this is my second fanfiction. The first one didn't turn out so well, so I practiced writing and now I think I'm ready for a second fic. Please review! Tell me what you think, and if you think its pretty okay, give me strength to carry on and update! D