AN1: (Sorry, just doing some editing!) This is EASILY my favorite chapter of this story! I love it! Hope you do too!! (I know Erica does!! Hahaha!)

Dedicated to: dracomione12: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! (Yes I posted it a day early my time, but I know that where you are, it's already your birthday!! So consider this your present from me!)

Disclaimer: Of course I don't own Harry Potter. Why'd you ask?

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"Come on class," Professor Blergspiel chirped. "We don't have all day for this."

The rest of the 7th year Muggle Studies class followed reluctantly behind her. This week they were studying muggle sports, much to Draco Malfoy's dismay. He found it interesting how muggles had learned to function without magic, especially with those mechanical car things, but sports were another matter entirely. If it was up to him, they'd leave muggle sports be and just learn about something that didn't involve...a sport without a broom. The only student in the class that looked enthusiastic was of course, Hermione Granger. Draco smirked. Of course she would like muggle sports; they're the only ones she's good at. He thought cruelly to himself.

Naturally Hermione's hand shot up. "What sport are we doing today, Professor?" The professor gestured with her hand to the area near the Forest they had just arrived at. "Look around Miss Granger," Hermione looked around and saw bales of hay with targets attached to them and buckets filled with bows and arrows on the side. "Today, it's archery!"

Hermione's face paled and Draco looked surprised. Well what do you know? The know-it-all is unsure of herself, this should be hilarious.

Professor Blergspiel took a bow and an arrow and proceeded to show the class the proper posture for archery. She deftly shot the arrow and it flew and hit the target, directly in the middle. "Now class, it's your turn. Everyone get into groups of three and go to a target and practice. And don't aim at other students, yes I am talking to you Mr. Conrad." The boy she addressed slumped his shoulders, disappointed that his plan had been foiled. When the groups were established, only Hermione didn't have one. So she put on a brave face, acting like it didn't bother her to be excluded, and walked over to the only target open: the one on the end. After spending nearly all of the class making futile efforts to actually hit the target, Hermione was about ready to give up. She looked at her watch and groaned. There was still ten minutes left!

"Oh look here students!" the professor exclaimed, drawing attention to herself, " Mr. Malfoy has it down beautifully. Watch how he does it. Mr. Malfoy, will you please show that to the class?" Malfoy heeded the professor and aimed carefully before letting go of the taut string and releasing his arrow. It flew through the air hit the middle of the target, right on the center circle.

"Very good Mr. Malfoy, fifteen points to Slytherin." Malfoy smiled smugly and let his gaze casually rove over to Hermione who was not having an easy time of archery at all. It seemed as if this was the one sport she hadn't participated in before she came to Hogwarts. Professor Blergspiel spotted Hermione also and clucked disapprovingly.

"Mr. Malfoy, will you please go over there and assist Miss Granger? She doesn't seem to have grasped it as well as you have." Draco wanted desperately to say no, but he knew that it would be unwise so he nodded stiffly before walking up to Hermione.

"The professor told me to come over here and help you."

Hermione, being as stubborn as she was, refused his help. "No thanks Malfoy, I can do this myself." As if to prove her point, she aimed and shot the arrow but instead of coming even close to the target, it zinged over it and landed somewhere in the Forest.

"Lovely shot, Granger. You were saying?"

"Fine, help me."

"I'm sorry, I don't respond to rudeness." Hermione muttered something under her breath that sounded like: "Hah he's one to talk about being rude." But Draco ignored her and stepped up next to her.

"Okay, you had your elbow down, that's partly why it flew off course. You need to hold your elbow flat, like this." Malfoy said, showing her an example with the bow in his hand. Hermione tried to imitate how he was standing and how he was holding his elbow, but it just didn't feel right to her.

"Like this? Or higher?" she asked. Draco silently groaned and he put down his bow.

"Here, let me help." He stepped up behind her, his chest almost flush against her back and put one of his muscular arms around her shoulders while he placed his hand over hers.

"You have to pull back like this and don't forget to keep your elbow up. Do you feel it?" He whispered softly in her ear, knowing full well that he was making her uncomfortable. Hermione did feel something alright, but it sure wasn't what he was referring to. She was feeling extremely dizzy and for some reason, wanted nothing more to turn around, stand on her toes and kiss Draco passionately, and for him to kiss her back.

Instinctively, and from the sudden silence, she knew that the rest of the class was watching this too-friendly and somewhat romantic looking exchange between Draco and Hermione. She couldn't make words come out of her mouth so she simply nodded. Draco let go of her and stepped back to allow her to try. She let go of the string and the arrow flew in a straight line and landed...on the target! It wasn't the middle, but it still hit the target. Feeling overwhelmed by her success, she launched herself at Draco and hugged him tightly. Unsure of what to do, he hugged her back. Both held on quite longer than necessary until the professor coughed loudly. The two broke apart and Hermione's face was red and blotchy from embarrassment.

"Good job Miss Granger, ten points for Gryffindor, and you were a good instructor Mr. Malfoy so take fifteen more points. Now class, it's time to go in. Everyone put away your bows and arrows where you got them and head back up to the room." Hastily the class obeyed, not bothering to hide their whispers of suspicion about Draco and Hermione. But neither of them cared or gave the whispers a second thought; they were both wondering why they suddenly felt flushed and why being that close to each other seemed all wrong but just felt so right.

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