Hermione wanted to turn her wand on herself and mutter the horrible spell of the Killing Curse. There had to be more to teaching than this. What had happened to all her carefully prepared lesson plans? What had happened?

She sat there in the back of Professor Binns' room--her other cooperating professor. It was hell on earth, trapped between two polar opposites of Binns and Trewlawney. She had her own little dust-covered desk, and it was beyond tempting to smash her brains against it while Binns droned on and on about... oh, heck, she didn't even know. Five minutes till the class ended. Five minutes till the class ended. Almost four minutes until the class ended.

It would be so much easier if she would just be allowed to do something! But neither Trelawney nor Binns was interested in that. Oh, no. She had to observe for forever and a day, and she did not want to!

It was a class of Slytherin first-years. Little midgets. Ron had been right about the bunch. All innocent and wide-eyed and darling... she wanted to smack them all.

And that Savannah Hale was staring back at her again. She was one of the shorted first-years Hermione had ever seen. Straight brown hair cropped around her shoulders, and, of all things, a green bow tied at her forehead.

Hermione forced a smile. Chances are the girl was as bored as she was.

Savannah waved, and her Slytherin buddies giggled.

Three minutes till class ended. Three minutes till class ended. Maybe she could get Binns to let her teach some of the next class! Maybe tutor a few of them! Maybe save them from this misery.

She didn't remember Binns being this incredibly dull.

But she was fidgeting to get up there and teach. She was ready. At least, she felt ready. Bombing in front of a class of teenagers couldn't be too horrible, could it?

Student teaching wasn't at all what she had expected it to be. It was supposed to be her challenge, her chance to prove herself as a magical educator!

She was never going to be allowed to do anything! She just listened to Binns and acted as Trelawney's pathetic assistant.

Now Savannah was waving at her.

Something about elf laws. Once this would have fascinated her. Once upon a time.

If only she could go back and time and slaughter every single elf and every single goblin and ever other single historical character that Binns failed to find at all fascinating... maybe then this class might be interesting. And then, maybe, Binns would let her teach it.

Where was a time-turner when she needed one?

She had to save these poor defenseless children!

Hermione's head slammed against the table. Oh, who was she kidding?

The class finally ended.

Hermione remained where she was as the Slythering children stomped past giggling and laughing until she thought she'd have a migraine. Ick.

"Miss Granger?" a small voice asked.

Hermione gave a muffled response and lifted her eyes.

There was Savannah Hale, smiling shyly. "Miss Granger?"

"Hi, Savannah. Enjoy class?"

Savannah shook her head. "But Miss Granger..."

"Yes?"

"I would like it much better if you taught us. You're the best student teacher ever."

Hermione laughed and lifted her head completely. "Well, thank-you!"

The girl beamed.

Best student teacher, she thought. And she hadn't even done anything yet.