Draco was in complete and utter shock. Hermione Granger, his professor? Oh merlin, did he have to call her professor? He hoped not. Something about that just felt...wrong. Kinky even. Not that he minded a bit of kink. Just not with Hermione Granger.

He didn't hate her anymore. He didn't really feel much of anything for her or anything else actually.

But really, why did it have to be her? Was this his punishment? A cosmic joke? To be taught by the person he constantly came in second to. The person, for which, being second to meant severe punishment at the hands of his father. Well, hey, at least he might be first now. Not that dear father was around to see.

"For most of you, this class will mostly be a review from last year. But as we all know, there were other things on our minds than education, so perhaps you'll find that you'll learn more than you expect. That being said, I put a lot of work into this class and I expect the same in return. If you already know some of the material then it will be all the easier to complete the work," she said steadily.

He looked at the young woman in front of him as she spoke about her expectations and other things he didn't quite care about at the moment. He was too lost in thought wondering how this came to be. Unless he was mistaken, she hadn't graduated. And how in the name of Merlin was she allowed to teach her friends? Her boyfriend? Did the powers that be not consider that? And most of all, how was he going to call her Professor? He just couldn't get past that.

He finally snapped to when she waved her wand and his book disappeared off his desk only to be replaced by a paper bag holding various small items.

"Since I know many of you are Quidditch fans, your assignment for today is to take the items in front of you and transfigure them one by one to assemble a miniature Quidditch pitch," she said. She looked excited. Knowing her, she had probably spent hours coming up with this assignment and was giddy as all hell to see it completed.

Draco looked at the items in front of him. A paper bag, a long string of yarn, an old quill, a button, and several other odds and ends.

He raised his hand.

She flinched almost imperceptibly and then stood ever so slightly straighter. He was surprised to find that he felt a little guilty for having that effect on her. Had she actually been affected by his taunts? That used to be all he wished for. But now, well, now things were different. He didn't wish her rainbows and puppies, but he certainly didn't want someone to flinch at the mere idea of him speaking.

"Malfoy," she said, gesturing to him.

"Do you want it to be mobile or static?" he asked quietly, no taunt to his voice whatsoever.

He could tell that she hadn't been expecting that, but she recovered quickly.

"It's not required to have moving parts, but if you wish, you may do so for extra credit," she responded.

He nodded and started sorting his items out on his desk.

"All of the spells for this assignment should be ones you already know, but if you get stuck I will gladly help," she said, addressing the whole class, "Please begin. You have the rest of the period,"

Draco looked at the items in front of him, thinking how best to go about this. He finished sorting the items into what he thought would work best for which parts and got to work, blocking out the sounds of his classmates as they tried various spells.

He started by turning the paper bag into grass, and then using his wand to cut the yarn into six pieces for the goal posts. He worked steadily and quietly. It wasn't long before he had his pitch constructed, and was just finishing up making little players out of pieces of parchment, when the professor herself came over. He put the last player on the pitch and cast the enchantment that would have them play a miniature game.

"This is- well, it's quite impressive Malfoy," she said, mild surprise coloring her voice. He too was surprised to find that he felt something like pride at the compliment.

Looking around the classroom he saw that his classmates had not found the assignment quite as effortless as he had. In fact, he was the only one finished. Potter had completed most of the pieces but had not been able to assemble them, Weasley's pitch was lopsided and one of the goal posts was still a biscuit, one of the Patil twins had enchanted everything to be pink and shimmery, and Ernie what's his name had completed the task but as he tried to make the pieces move it fell apart. He looked like he might cry.

"Just because I'm evil doesn't mean I'm stupid," he said sardonically.

"You're not-" she was interrupted by the bell ringing. She looked at him apologetically and ran off to the front of the class.

"Leave your work on your desk, and please make a list of the spells you used and the degree of effectiveness to be discussed next class," she half shouted as everyone packed up.

He was one of the last to leave, and as he did he looked back to see Granger slip into her chair smiling like a fool. The thought crossed his mind that she looked rather pretty when she smiled.

Then he shook his head almost violently. No! That was not going to happen. They weren't enemies anymore, but he wouldn't under any circumstances be attracted to her.

He blocked out the little voice saying he'd always been attracted to her.