Albus Dumbledore turned to face the class he was standing in front of and smiled warmly. Ron Weasley gave no sign of having noticed, and nor, he noticed, did anyone else. Harry Potter was scratching his desk and Hermione Granger was looking at a certain blond student out of the corner of her eyes. Since he had decided that all houses should have at least one lesson together per month, he had experienced nothing if not slight annoyance. Especially as the green-robed, blond student seemed to be staring back at her dreamily as if nothing else existed.

A ghost walked through the door, saw what was going on, and rushed off to tell his long deceased wife. Dumbledore glared at his retreating form and made a mental note to find a spell that could make ghosts solid enough to teach a class without escaping. It did not cross his mind that, since the triwizard tournament ended, he had become a somewhat colder figure.

Sighing, he turned back to the teenagers in the room and clapped his hands twice to get their attention. This worked for most of the class, but he had to clap again to get Draco to notice, who looked up, blushing furiously, and muttering something which sounded like 'But it's fine when Potter does…'

"Alright, class. Today we will be having a bit of an experiment; we will be finding out about one of our students' lives… specifically," He turned to the slytherin side of the room, "Draco Malfoy."

Draco looked appalled. Hermione's eyes dropped to the floor in front of her. There was an awkward silence, broken only by the wind coming into the draughty classroom.

"Mr Malfoy, if you would be so kind…" Dumbledore beckoned him to the front of the room. Draco walked for what seemed to him like a year, uncomfortably aware of the smug look on Ron's face at the idea that Dumbledore wanted to know more about Malfoy.

"If you have a question you would like to ask Mr Malfoy, please raise a hand," Dumbledore told the students. It was the first time in four years that Hermione had not raised her hand when asked a question by a teacher. Surprisingly, the only other person who hadn't raised a hand was Harry, who was stumped on what to ask; he didn't particularly want to know what went on between the Malfoy heir and his best friend.

Draco glanced around the room, noticing as he did so that Hermione's hair was looking very nice today.

"Mr Zabini, let's have your question first."

"What is your deepest nightmare?" he asked, fully suspecting the answer.

Draco's usually pale cheeks flush pink, "Green apples" he lied.

"Oh, really?" a ravenclaw boy asked, before being nudged in the ribs by the boy sitting next to him. "Oh! I mean… why?"

Draco Malfoy sighed mentally 'that was close'.

"Mr Weasley!"

The redhead grinned almost farrelly.

"What's your morning routine?"

"Uh… get dressed, wash my face, brush my teeth and brush my hair I suppose." Draco shrugged nonchalantly.

"What time do you do this?" Ron retorted.

Malfoy didn't know quite what to say. "Whenever I feel like it."

"When do you get up?"

"Whenever I feel like it-" 'Or whenever I want to see Hermione' he finished in his head.

Ron looked disappointed, unsure as to if there was anything else he could ask.

"Miss Bones."

She jumped. "Oh! I… forgot."

Albus smiled kindly. "That's quite alright, my girl. Mr Boot, would you like to go next?"

"Um… what is the Slytherin Common Room like?"

'A fairly harmless question' Draco told himself, 'though I certainly am glad it wasn't worse'.

"It's under the lake, and it kind of glows green." He glanced at Hermione quickly before averting his eyes.

Dumbledore paused for a moment, before deciding on a Slytherin. "Miss Parkinson!"

"Who do you like?" she asked, clearly expecting to hear herself.

Draco blinked a couple of times. "No one." he said, in a state of shock sufficient to avoid blushing.

She sighed heavily and mumbled 'well if you're just gonna ignore it like that…' Hermione stifled a laugh, seeing the empty, unspoken threat.

"Mr Goldstein, we'll have your question next."

"What is your greatest ambition?"

"Maybe to get a job in the Ministry of Magic… I'm not exactly sure." He responded while thinking how much he would just like to live a long life with his bushy haired girlfriend.

Half an hour later, Draco walked out of the classroom, slipping a note to Hermione.

'Close one'

She sniggered quietly and dragged Harry and Ron out of the classroom and towards the Gryffindor common room. She would have to meet up with her boyfriend later and have some calm time together after narrowly escaping their relationship being exposed.

Ron laughed.

"What?" she asked him.

"The way Malfoy just casually rejected Pansy Parkinson!"

And he and Harry were not alone in the laughter that followed.