"What! Professor Chang is tutoring you in Defense Against the Dark Arts!" Harry questioned green eyes wide.

"Yeah." Hermione answered from behind her book.

Harry groaned. "It isn't fair! You get to spend your time with the prettiest woman in this school and you don't even appreciate it."

"Well, I'm sorry Harry, but I am not a hormone controlled man, and you can put to rest any fantasies of Professor Chang and I snogging 'cause I'm straight!" Hermione yelled and then stormed up into the girl's dormitories.

((Taboo))

"No, no, Miss Granger. It is more of a 'swish' movement. If you continue with the 'swoosh' movement, you will end up like Charlie Weasley and splinch yourself."

Hermione smirked, "Your terms are very intriguing, Professor. Would you mind showing me a 'swish' movement?"

Chang blushed slightly as she took out her wand. She rolled back the sleeves of her powder blue robe and then pursed her lips. With wand in hand, she made a fluid circular movement with her wrist.

"See, like that, Miss Granger."

"Hermione."

"What?"

"Please call me Hermione, Professor. Hearing you address me as Miss Granger makes you seem so old."

Hermione's eyes widened as she realized what she had just said.

"I am so sorry! I- I didn't mean to imply that you are old or anything. It just… I mean, I-"

"Hermione, calm down." Chang chuckled as she looked upon the distressed teen. "No need to apologize, I know what you mean."

The woman smiled warmly, her hazel eyes sparkling.

Hermione felt a blush creep upon her face.

"Um, you can call me Cho if you want." the History of Magic professor offered.

"A- all right, Ch- Cho…" Hermione stuttered.

They then stood in silence. It was not an uncomfortable silence, but it wasn't quite comfortable either. It was mediocre, if silence could ever be described as such.