"Did you hear?" Draco Malfoy was telling Blaise (ITALIAN hottie). "They are even pairing up poor witches and wizards. Poor Weaslett.. She's paired with my cousin. He's transferring here this week from Durmstrang (sp?)."
"Durmstrang, really?" Blaise asked. "He'll be better than us at Defense Against Dark Arts. He might be able to teach us somethings."
"Teach... you?" Hermione started laughing as she walked by. "No one can teach you guys. You're too slow."
"I wouldn't be talking like that," Draco told her. "Remember who has rights to you now."
"That would be me, myself, and I," Hermione answered proudly.
"No. That would be your husband," Draco smirked. "Which would be me."
"Just so you know, we aren't married yet. And until then, I belong completely to me, myself, and I." Hermione shoved past them down the stairs and into the dungeons.
"Headstrong girl you have there," Blaise told Draco. "You'll have trouble with that one."
"Are you crazy? My father had troubles with mymom. All he had to do was beat her. She stopped extremely quickly."
"You're going to beat her?" Blaise exclaimed. "That's not nice."
"And what you do to them is any better?" Draco replied.
"Well, they come to me for that. Granger isn't coming to you. You're being forced on her."
"Are you kidding? She's being forced on me," Draco rolled his eyes. "She'd want me. I'm rich, good looking, and a pureblood."
"Do you actually think she wants that? I mean, she likes Weasley. He's not rich.. or goodlooking. And I also saw her flirting with Potter. He's a halfblood and he isn't half as good-looking as you are," Blaise told Draco. The late bell rang. Draco sighed.
"We'd better get off to class," Draco said. The two boys strutted into Potions class late.
"Miss Granger!" Snape yelled, shaking the classroom awake. "Ten points from Gryffindor!"
"But.. why professor?" Hermione questioned.
"For being earlier than you are supposed to be. And another ten off for questioning me!" Snape yelled.
"Someone's got off on the wrong side of the bed," Harry muttered.
"What'd you say boy?" Snape whirled around. "Ten points from Gryffindor! Mr. Malfoy!" Draco jumped up in his seat. "Is it true that your cousin is transfering here?"
"Yes," Draco answered.
"Five points from Slytherin," Snape said. "Everyone open your textbooks to page one. Now, while everyone does that, Miss Granger! What is your favourite herb for potionmaking?"
"Umm...botany." Hermione answered.
"Incorrect. Ten points from Gryffindor!"
"But that was an opinionated question sir," Hermione said.
"Ten more points off from Gryffindor!" Snape exclaimed. This was going to be one long DoublePotions class.