A/N: this is getting so fun to write! hope you guys like it as much as i do!

Chapter 7 Everything has something to do with Potter

Albus Dumbledore sat at his desk stroking his phoenix, Fawkes, when his Potions Master walked in looking disheveled with a stack of papers in his hands. A stack that he then placed in front of the Headmaster and began talking. "I don't know what to do…they're amazing...brilliant…" he trailed off as he met his mentor's eyes.

"My dear Severus what's troubling you?" he asked amusement in his voice. "They're unbelievable! He finished first and when she took it she finished in less time than he did…even Granger…" he drifted off as a look of awe took over his features.

"I suppose you'll want to teach them away from…hello?...Severus are you still with me?" he asked the last part as he waved a hand in front of the blank eyes of the Potions Master. Snape snapped out of his reverie and looked to the Headmaster.

"Huh?"

"I said I imagine you will want to teach them privately," he was answered with a nod "All three of them." He finished and he smiled as the younger man winced at the thought of training Hermione Granger privately.

"Yes, sir. All three of them, and any others i find..haven't finished yet. How soon may we start?"

"I would prefer it if we could wait until the resorting is finished. I'm sure they will be happy about it."

"Yes sir, I'll wait 'till next week to start lessons but I will have to tell them when I tell everyone how well they did. At least this will get Weasley and Potter," he winced as he said his nephews surname "away from Granger. Maybe they will do their own work for once." He said as he took the papers from Dumbledore and turned for the door.

"By the way Severus," he said as Snape opened the door. "Your nephew is still in Gryffindor but Miss Weasley is now one of yours." He stated, a grin on his face and a twinkle in his eyes. Snape just gave him a quick nod before exiting the office and making his way towards the Dungeons.

Draco Malfoy had skipped lunch and gone to the library to think. He went to the back of the room to a secluded spot to get a table to himself. Draco took out a piece of parchment and a quill and let himself go, drawing whatever came to mind. He didn't know how long he had been there-he knew it was still lunch-or when she had shown up but when he had finished and set his quill down, he looked across the table to see her studying another piece of parchment- much bigger than his own he noted. She was tracing a line with a questioning look, "Where'd they go?" she mumbled to herself.

"Weasley…" he was cut off by a delicate finger pointing at the top of her page. Upon further inspection he found it to be the exact thing he had just worked so diligently on drawing. He was upset that the art work he had just slaved over was not original and even angrier that it turned out to be the family crest of the Potter's. How he had come to have the Potter's crest in his mind, he had no idea. "Weaslette?" he tried again.

"I have no idea, that's why we're here. Got a flash, went to draw it, found it instead, dunno whose it was nor do I care, but there it is." She said with a sigh, sitting back in her chair and pushing everything across the table to him. "But I have to get to Potions now, so have fun." She stood and gathered the rest of her school things, placing everything in her bag. Draco watched her silently but as she turned to walk away he spoke.

"I'm growing fond of these little chats we have Weaslette, running into you isn't bad either." He said with a grin. When she heard him she turned around to listen and she noted that it was a genuine grin and not a smirk. 'Things are getting very odd, very quickly.' She thought to herself. "Ditto Ferret, and by the way, you're related to Potter." She laughed as he fell backwards out of his chair and she left a confused Malfoy pouring over the Potter line.