First she woke to find that she had trouble finding her Herbology book, then on her way to breakfast she past a scruffy looking Professor Trelawny who whipped around and told her to be wary of toads and flying spoons.
At breakfast her newspaper had been dropped in her bowl of cereal, and with stiffled laughs from Ron and Harry who had been discussing Quidditch.
She could hear obnoxious laughter from the Slytherin table as she rushed, beet red, from the Great Hall so that she could change her clothes before her first class of the day.
This led her to being late for her first class of the day much to everyones amazement and her own growing feelings of foreboding.
Professor Sprout, quickly closed her gaping mouth then shut it and ignored the fact that Hermione had been late. Well, thought the Professor, I guess it happens to everyone.
Her day continued badly with, one small blunder after another. From tripping down a main stair case and scattering her books, to having Snape make the Gryffindors write out the entire history of a Dringor snail for their potion,
which she could have recited before hand and was annoyed at this repetition.
Then she spent her entire lunch period reading up on Charms for her first tutoring session, nibbling on her sandwich and scratching out notes. This was the one thing that sustained her throught the day.
Harry had asked her what she was doing only to be snapped at. No one bothered her for the rest of the lunch hour.
Finally, the day had ended and she thought, "My day cannot get any worse".She made her way to the Proffesors office which was located on the second floor near his classroom. The room was small, quaint and cluttered with books and papers.
Afternoon sun shone through a paned glass window and bits of dust danced through the fading beams.
The Flitwick stood quickly and shook her hand.
"I am so very glad that you have decided to come. Your student will be here shortly."
Hermione quickly started to gush about what she had read up on, and dragged out a few books from her bag.
Flitwick held up his pudgie hand and said, " You can go over this with him. He should have some grasp of what areas that he is having problems in and even though he may be reluctant, I am sure you will help whether he likes it or not. But in any case I believe that you will try."
"You may use my class room, and I believe that three sessions a week would be good. Unless you feel he needs more."
"Oh, I believe that is him now."
Hermione eagerly turned to the oak door to see who she would be helping in their knowledge and her enthusiasm instantly died as a familiar head of white blond hair
came into view and that hated voice drawled, "This is going to be so much fun. I cant believe father is forcing me to be tutored"
He looked up at her peeking around the big arm chair she was seated in and he froze and a paniced expression flew across his face.
Draco raised an accusing finger at her and said "NOT HER!"
Flitwick smiled and bumbled over to a stack of books. "Oh how pleasent that you too already know eachother."
Her day had just gone from bad to worse.