I tried to write Snape's lines with his weird voice, not sure it worked.

"Mr. Malfoy, since it seems you and Mr. Zabini cannot focus, please pair up with Miss Grangerrr," Snape ordered.

"What? Gross, no," Draco protested.

"That was nottt a request."

Malfoy scowled, and reluctantly picked up his books, and moved to the seat beside Hermione. Neville in turn moved to sit next to Blaise, looking like he'd rather eat a whole box of burt's every flavored bean.

Hermione raised her hand.

"Yesss Miss Granger?"

"Excuse me Professor, but I don't see why I should be punished just because Malfoy was breaking the rules."

"Because you annoyyy me" Snape drawled. Hermione gasped, offended, and Malfoy chuckled.

Hermione took out her notes, though of course she had all the information memorized.

"Alright," Hermione started, "first we add a pinch of Phoenix dust, and then a sprig of lavender."

"Yeah, whatever," Malfoy said, leaning back in his chair.

"Are you really just going to sit and do nothing?"

"Please, we both know how to make a fucking Dreamless Sleep potion, this is just a waste of time."

Hermione huffed, "the purpose is for practice, so that we don't simply forget in a few months. And I refuse to let you get credit for doing nothing."

"Fucking fine," Malfoy said, and he threw the Phoenix dust and the lavender carelessly into the cauldron.

"You have to add them in order! And the lavender is meant to be placed in, not thrown!"

"The fuck does it matter?" Draco grumbled, "they all end up in there together anyway."

"Do you pay any attention in class? How you became prefect is beyond me. I'll bet you don't even know how to cook either," Hermione said condescendingly.

"Bloody right I don't. Do I look like a house elf? And the fuck does that have to do with anything?"

Hermione sighed like like it was obvious "In cooking, just like for potions, the details are crucial. If you add chicken and peppers to the pan at the same time, the peppers will be burnt by the time the chicken is ready. If you add the ingredients in the wrong order, your sleep will be dreamless but you won't wake up feeling rested," Hermione explained matter-of-factly, starting over and adding in ingredients as she spoke, "now, stir the potion precisely three times clockwise, and ten times counterclockwise."

"Don't order me around Granger, I'm warning you," Draco hissed, but complied. Hermione rolled her eyes. When Malfoy leaned over to mix the potion, Hermione was surprised to find that she recognized his scent from the other day. He smelled like old books, Hermione's favorite smell. Also a little minty. She hadn't realized, but apparently she had assumed he would smell like hair gel and bad cologne. When she looked closer, she noticed that his books weren't actually textbooks for class, they were books like A Guide to Silencing Spells and The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime.

When they had finished, Snape came around to inspect it, and begrudgingly nodded his approval. Before class ended, Hermione snuck her copy of It Takes a Bit of Magic into Draco's bag. It was a history of the ways muggles and wizards have worked together to bring about change and influence nations. Malfoy snuck some of the Dreamless Sleep potion into a bottle and slipped it into his pocket. He was sick of seeing Granger in his dreams.

Draco didn't think twice about the book when he picked it up, but after the first chapter he realized he never would have picked it out for himself. He hadn't known that Henry V was a mudblood though, so he kept reading. Everyone knew that Cleopatra was a witch, but Malfoy was surprised to read that she convinced Mark Antony's governor Lucius Saxa (an ancestor of the Malfoys', and also a wizard of course) to free all of his house elves.

Malfoy had a theory about where this book came from. That sneaky little mudblood, Draco thought, but the word applied to Granger suddenly made him feel uncomfortable. No matter how hard he tried to deny it, she was definitely superior to most of the purebloods he knew.