Not so perfect

"Hermione, it's time." Her grandfather told her solemnly.

"What!" She knew instantly what he was telling her, Voldemort had requested them.

The Malfoy heir, the Zabini's youngest, and the Parkinson's prettiest. Then obviously: The Charmed one the witch with the ultimate power. She nodded numbly. "I'm ready.-we're ready." Albus smiled wearily at her.

Therefore, Blaise, Pansy, Draco, Hermione, Phoebe, Piper, Prue, Cole, Leo, Harry, Sirius and her grandparents, sat together putting together the plans that could make or break them.

"So you all know the plan?" Penny asked in a determent but weary faced.

"Yes."

"Good. Hermione the moment the Dark lord, sends for you, your concealment charm will kick in. So do not be shocked if you are a red head in the middle of dinner, and Draco, no heroics, you either. Understood?" She asked pointing to Harry and Blaise.

Both boys nodded, but Draco made no promise.

When they left Cole stopped just before the abandoned girls toilets on the second floor. The rest of the group headed off back to the training dorm Blaise and Pansy had been staying in, to finish off the planning.

"Draco, a few words before you go to Quidditch practice?" Cole asked signalling to the door.

"Sure." kissing Hermione lightly, before turning to follow Cole.

"Should I be worried?" Hermione asked Piper. Who was staring after them biting her bottom lip.

"I hope not." Piper said shifting closer to her.

"Are you two coming?" Leo waved from further up the stone stairs.

"Yes." Hermione smiled back thinking how she had woken up that perfect morning in her perfect room next to her incredibly perfect boyfriend, not once did she think that life would all go to shits in a matter of hours.

The next day Hermione pulled her self up half way out of bed, but something pulled her back.

"Stay."

And that was it, just one word from that absolutely perfect mouth, was enough to make her stay in bed, and be 20 minutes late for her mothers first class...

DADA LESSONS

Phoebe stood in front of an awed class of seventh years; Phoebe smiled to herself just her being in their DADA classroom was enough to make the whole class silent, Phoebe knew she would have no problem with getting them to pay attention.

She stood up in front of her desk. "Right Witches and Wizards, as you all know I am Professor Phoebe Halliwell, a charmed one not so long before you time, and this-," She held up the large book that was on the table to her left. "-This is the book of shadows."

"I can be sure you all studied about the charmed ones in History of Magic?" She paused their reaction to her question would tell her how much the class had been paying attention.

She did not really have to worry though, without a moment's hesitation the whole class nodded eager for her to continue.

Phoebe smiled at her new class. "Excellent. I'll be teaching you at least 3 minor wiccan spells that wand forward students can use easily."

"Wand forward?"

Phoebe looked into the sea of faces, seeking out the student who had spoken, who happened to be a face she had seen many times before.

"Neville Longbottom." She announced clearly.

Neville surprised, nodded.

"I was great friends with your mother, we were in Slytherin together."

"I-I didn't know that." Neville said, somewhat less nervous

"So much like your father." Phoebe left the comment in the air.

"You were in Slytherin?" Lavender interrupted.

Phoebe laughed aloud. "I know what you're thinking, be it was destiny, I can say no more. Now let's begin!" With a snap of her fingers all the desks and bags had disappeared, in their places were large gym mats, punching bags, and ballet bars.

"Anyway, yes, Wand forward witches and wizards are those who even though some may know bits of wand less magic they aren't really able to perform that well without a wand, because they aren't of wiccan blood. You've all studied wiccan magic?"

The class gave another nod.

"Good. Today what I will be teaching you is one on one combat. This is something that I can assure you, if you are in a fight, no wand, no magic, completely powerless, on hand combat may just be the one thing that can save your life. Do not take this lightly I will not shade you from the truth, I am not your parent, I will tell you, what you need to know. Death is among us, Voldemort is back his rain stronger that ever, if you find yourselves stuck, a hand on combat is the best way to protect yourselves." The seventh years were silent, no professor had ever laid out the fact that all of them could all die so strongly before.

Then suddenly, next to Phoebe the air shimmered, and Cole appeared by her side holding a large gym bag, and dressed in black jogging bottoms and a white t-shirt, looking very smug.(and sexy....)

Cole put the bag down, and gently gave Phoebe a peck on the cheek. "Seventh years." He nodded at them, noticing the fact that he had all the girls in the class drooling and sighing.

"I am Professor Turner or Cole whatever you will. And these are my assistants'." He said pointing at the door, as soon as he did the door swung open and in stumbled Hermione and Draco looking slightly flushed.

"Quidditch practice." Hermione mumbled to Phoebe, blushing slightly.

"Aha..." Phoebe said whispered back with a knowing smile.

There were slight murmurs from the class after hearing Hermione say Quidditch practice especially from Harry and Ron.

Hermione sighed as she noticed Lavender ogling her boyfriend, who even 'Mione' had to admit looked especially hot today. Draco was dressed similar to Cole Black tracksuit bottoms, and a Green shirt, his hair falling sexily in to his Silver-grey eyes.

Hermione herself was dressed in grey leggings and black Nike t-shirt, with her hair tied back into a high ponytail.

"Right, I almost forgot Hermione and Draco are both experienced in Karate, which is one form of muggle combat. So they will be demonstrating with us. Hermione?"

Hermione nodded. "Okay, first thing you have to do is transfigure your robes into something more comfortable, something you can jump around in, and divide yourselves into groups of two." Hermione left the comment so that her classmates could decide for themselves.

When they were all dressed in more sports worthy outfits, and in pairs, Cole spoke up. "What Phoebe and I will do is teach you some basic stances, and then Draco and Hermione will perform a simulation."

Phoebe transfigured her robes into light but comfortable jogging outfit. (If you have ever watched charmed, you know what kind of comfortable I am talking about...)

In addition, she and Cole took their places in front of the class showing them the basics.

When they finished they motioned for their teenage assistants, who took their places where the older couple had been.

"Ready?" Draco asked smirking.

Hermione smirked back. "Born ready."

They took their stances and Draco waved a finger at her motioning her to hit first. Hermione complied, throwing a punch at his head with full force. (Ignoring the gasps from the female population.)

Draco blocked it easily with his left arm. Smirk never leaving his face.

"Note how Draco blocks her right side punches!" Cole shouted to the shocked class.

Hermione grunted quietly and aimed another punch with her left to his chest. Which he blocked with another swayed movement.

Hermione aimed a high kick at his head and Draco grabbed her foot in a movement that made her spin in the air and collapse on the mat under her.

Gasps

Hermione looked up at Draco in mock-pain. She was angry it took him so little effort to beat her, without even breaking a sweat! While she lay on the mat, panting.

Hermione growled, putting her hands on either side of her head and flipping herself up right.

"More." Draco raised an eyebrow still smirking. "You sure?"

"Just bring it, Malfoy." Hermione narrowed her eyes at him.

"So much like you." Cole whispered to Phoebe, who nodded.

Hermione took her stance, and nodded at Draco to bring it.

Draco smiled and shook his head; he lunged forward aiming a kick to her side Hermione slid to the side just in time. He threw a load of kicks at her some missing some not quite so.

Nevertheless, every time Hermione aimed at him she missed. Unconsciously she was in the air 'Levitating.' Not quite higher than Draco but still the air.

The class was amazed.

Something in Hermione suddenly changed; this wasn't just a simulation anymore.

Something Draco changed too, there was no hint this was entertaining anymore, this was more serious, and his kicked more powerful, as if he was trying to get Hermione too react to them as strong as he was.

Draco lunged at her, but Hermione levitated higher into the air, and Draco narrowly missed the wall in front of him.

The couple kept at it, for what seemed like forever.

Until Draco grabbed Hermione by her wrists and with two swift movements, he backed her up against the wall, and Draco leaning on her, keeping her from moving. Only then did they both realize they were panting, everything else forgotten, it was only them.

An intense moment when they realized what was coming.

You see when you see yourselves forced to fight against the one person you truly love, like nothing else in this world, be it of your own free will, or because your life depends on it. You truly realize the danger of what is coming for you. In addition, the fact that there is a possibility that you may lose you one true love.

Cole sensing this was a very important moment for the two teens in front of him, motioned to the class. "Class dismissed."

Phoebe snapped her fingers, leaving the class as it was, and shimmered away with Cole leaving her daughter and her most-likely son-in-law alone.