Disclaimer - I'm not English. Ergo, I cannot logically own any rights to the Harry Potter universe as J.K. Rowling. Ah well.

Author's Note - You know, I thought no-one was reading my story, until I came across my e-mails telling me otherwise. I didn't know that was how you could tell if someone has added your story to their 'alerts'! You learn something new each day! And... I was wondering if someone could leave me a review? Just so I know what I'm doing right or wrong and if there are any spelling or grammatical errors that I should know about!

Chapter five.

Hermione gulped and carefully tore open the top of the envelope, but just then the whistle blew and the two glanced around the platform, noticing that nearly everyone was on the train already, they had been too intent on their conversation to notice every one filing on. "Quick, onto the train! I'll read it when we're settled." Neville and Hermione hurried onto the train and began walking down the corridor, trying to find a nice compartment. They lurched along to the sway of the train when it left the station and Neville spotted a compartment with someone familiar inside.

"Professor Lupin! I didn't know you'd be teaching again!" Neville cried and Hermione bounced behind him, trying to see into the compartment.

"Neville! Hermione! It's nice to see you two again! Come in! Come in!"

The two former Gryffindors went inside and slid the compartment door shut.

"And as we are now colleagues and not students and teacher, I insist that you call me Remus! So, what are you two teaching?" Remus asked.

"Herbology."

"Transfiguration."

"And you Professor- I mean, Remus?"

"Care of Magical Creatures,' Remus chuckled, 'quite suitable, really and I hear that there's a new Potions Master as well."

Hermione's eyebrows shot up, "Really?"

Remus nodded, "Snape decided it was high time he retired and I thought I might set up a duelling club as well, even if I'm not the Defence Against Dark Arts teacher."

This time Neville spoke up, "What? Like what Gilderoy Lockhart did in second year?"

"…And Harry scared the wits out of everyone by speaking Parseltongue." Hermione giggled.

"Yes, so, I was wondering if either of you were interested in joining as demonstrators?"

Hermione's eyes lit up, "Would I ever!"

Neville looked at her nervously, "Only if I'm not pitted against her."

Remus chuckled, "Fair enough, I'll sort something out with Minerva. Now,' he clapped his hands together and leaned forward interestedly, 'onto more current and far more interesting news; who are you two getting married to?"

"Hannah Abbot."

The two men looked at Hermione and she pulled the letter out of the envelope and quickly scanned it. Her face paled, "Oh, Merlin's saggy balls, no."

"Who is it 'Mione?" Neville asked worriedly and once again, Hermione's big doe eyes met his.

"…Draco Malfoy."

Neville smiled, "Look on the bright side, at least he was always called, 'The Slytherin Sex God', he can't be that bad in bed!" and the two men chuckled as Hermione scowled. With a small flick of her wrist though, the two stopped laughing and started groaning and writhing in agony as angry boils suddenly appeared on their bottoms as Hermione hid a demur smile; that was much more like a smirk.

"Of all people! Why did it have to be Hermione Bloody Granger!" Draco exclaimed and Blaise shrugged through the two-way mirror.

"She's not that bad. She's actually really nice and has grown into a del-icious body!"

Draco scowled, "You're only saying that 'cause you married her best girlfriend!"

Blaise raised an eyebrow, "Yeah and in doing so I got to know her better. Give her a chance, Drake and she'll give you one."

Draco huffed, "Yeah, right."

"Well, win her over with those Malfoy charms. You have a whole year before you have to marry her, try and sort it out."

Draco sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, "Yeah, and I'll have to give her the engagement ring too…"

"See! You'll win her over in no time! She'll feel less cold-hearted towards you if you do that, because its romantic and means you've thought of her! Girls always love that! Besides she's Potter's best mate, and don't give me that crap that you hate him! You had no trouble getting drunk with him and his mates!"

"Yeah, but we haven't actually seen each other since after Hogwarts, we always miss each other at the pub…I leave before she comes or skip the day that she decides to join…Nhh, It's complicated! Do I have to marry her, Blaise?"

Blaise glared at him through the mirror, "Grow some balls Malf-"

Someone knocked on his compartment door, "Yeah, okay, see you later Blaise," he said hurriedly, before putting the mirror away and opening the door.

"Professor?" Draco's eyebrows shot up as Lupin came in.

"'lo, Draco, I hear you're the new Potions Master?" Lupin asked, with a twinkle in his eye.

"You heard correctly."

"Excellent, now, I'm setting up a duelling club at school, like the one you had in second year and I was wondering if you could be one of the demonstrators?"

Draco nodded slowly, his face as unreadable as ever, "I could do that… If I'm not completely inundated in work by then."

Lupin grinned, "Good man, I'll keep in touch." He rumbled, before exiting Draco's compartment. He sighed and slouched into his seat. He wondered what his students would think of him.

Moments later, Headmistress McGonagall tapped on his door and slid it open. Draco quickly straightened his posture as McGonagall quirked an eyebrow, "Now, Draco my dear, as you're taking the Potion Master's position, it is traditional to also become the head of the Slytherin house. I know this is rather a lot to take in, especially as you'll be marrying Miss Granger and will have to share a common room with her, as well as it being your first year in this job-"

Draco smiled slightly and shook his head, holding up a hand to stop the Headmistress, "No, that's quite alright, I understand, I'll be delighted to be the Head of House for Slytherin."

McGonagall smiled and nodded gratefully, "Thank you Draco dear." Before walking off to visit other compartments. Draco sighed and scowled, he'd forgotten he had to share a place with that know-it-all Gryffindor Prude; his life was going to be hell.