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It was the first day of Advanced Potions, and Hermione Granger was about to be late. She rushed to the dungeons, arriving at Snape's class just as the bell rang.

"So kind of you to join us Miss Granger," Snape's icy voice rang out. "But tardiness is not tolerated in my class. Ten points from Gryffindor."

Heat rushed to Hermione's face as she took her usual seat next to Harry and Ron. I really wasn't even late, she thought. What an arse.

Snape walked swiftly to the front of the class. "This is a highly demanding course. Only the best and brightest will succeed," his voice was piercing, uninviting. "For your first assignment you will be making a rather complicated potion: Amortentia, the most powerful love potion in existence. Instructions can be found on page 254." A gleam came into Snape's eye. "For the purposes of today's class, I will be choosing your partners," he sneered.

A collective groan issued from the class. Snape began pairing people off. "Potter with Parkinson, Weasley with Zabini, Granger with Malfoy…" he barked.

Hermione's stomach dropped out from beneath her. Malfoy? Of course she would be stuck with that arrogant git, that pathetic excuse for a human being. She sighed. Today was not going to be much fun at all.

A thud sounded as books were dropped on the desk, signaling Malfoy's arrival. "Granger," he drawled in greeting.

"Malfoy," Hermione shot right back, her voice loaded with contempt. His crisp, grey eyes pierced hers and for a second she got lost in them. Malfoy took notice.

"Daydreaming about yours truly, Granger?" he smirked, sliding a hand through his white blonde hair. "I can hardly blame you. I mean, I'm not known as the Slytherin sex god for nothing." His smirk grew wider as he watched the heat rise to her face.

"You wish ferret," she huffed, desperately trying to make the flush on her face disappear. "I could never be attracted to the likes of you. You arrogant, insufferable git." She silently cursed herself for resorting to childish name-calling.

Malfoy merely cocked his eyebrow. "Your banter is amusing Granger," he drawled "but I believe we have work to do." With that he got up and headed to the supply closet.

Hermione felt herself breathe easier as he left. Oh, how she hated him with a furious passion. Those damn grey eyes of his. Messing with her. She turned her head and caught the gaze of Harry, who raised an eyebrow, inquiring about the exchange with Malfoy. She simply shook her head and sighed, not wanting to acknowledge just how much Malfoy got under her skin.

To Hermione's surprise, she and Malfoy made a great team. He matched her in intelligence, and was intuitive and perceptive in a way she admired. She'd never admit it, but when he shut his bloody mouth, he was actually somewhat pleasant to be around.

"What's the last step?" asked Malfoy, as he stirred the potion counterclockwise three times. Hermione noticed how the heat from the potion had caused beads of sweat to drip down his face. She had never taken the time to look at Malfoy, really look at him. He was, despite every fiber of her being arguing otherwise, quite good looking. He had those enticing, dark grey eyes; a chiseled nose, a strong jaw.

Malfoy looked up at her expectantly and her eyes snapped down to her potions book. "Add 3 grams of powdered moonstone and let simmer for twelve minutes," she read swiftly. She found herself staring as Malfoy added the moonstone.

What has gotten into me lately, Hermione wondered to herself. Must be the bloody potion. Amortentia, she mused, the strongest love potion known to the wizarding world.

Hermione knew immediately that their brew of Amortentia was near perfect by the mother-of-pearl sheen it gave off; the spiraling steam that rose from it. She smiled, satisfied with the results that matched the potions book completely. When brewed correctly, the book read, a batch of Amortentia will give off a scent according to what the user finds appealing.

Hermione leaned forward, curious as to what she might discover about herself: she breathed in the scents of freshly cut grass, parchment, and a slight spicy freshness that she couldn't quite place. She leaned back, trying to decipher what the aromas revealed about her.

A drawling voice interrupted her thoughts. "You better tame that bird's nest of yours Granger, it's an awful sight," said Malfoy, pointing his wand at her hair. The steam from the potion had sent her curls in a wild frenzy. They were, to say the least, an utter mess.

She scowled. "Not everyone is as self-absorbed and superficial as you are, Malfoy." Nonetheless, she ran a hand through her hair, taming it as best as she could.

"Clearly you don't care for looks, as indicated by your appearance." His eyes roamed her and she felt a blush creep up to her cheeks. He smirked. "You know Granger, it's a shame really, those brains wasted on a mudblood," he said carelessly.

Immediately Hermione whipped her wand out. Her eyes flashed dangerously. How dare he! She thought. I am twice the wizard he is.

Malfoy eyed her wand warily but did not react. "You know Malfoy, I've never met someone quite as ignorant and lowly as you," Hermione seethed. Hot anger coursed through her veins. But she did nothing, immobilized by her rage.

Snape's icy voice pierced the room yet again, "Time is up. Bring a vile of your potion up to my desk. Be sure to label it with your names. Class dismissed."

Hermione lowered her wand. "Well Granger, it was a pleasure," Malfoy smirked. "I hope to never do this again sometime." He gathered up his things and left.

That slimy git. Who in Merlin's name does he think he is? Hermione muttered to herself. She deposited their brew of Amortentia into a labeled vile, ready to be handed in for grading. After a moment's pause, she took a second vile, filled it with potion, and slipped it up her sleeve. A smile played at the edge of her lips as she left Snape's class.

Hermione Granger was out to teach Draco Malfoy a lesson.

Hermione slid into her seat at the Gryffindor table, a look of pure glee on her face. Harry and Ron looked at each other, curious as to why their friend was positively radiating with joy.

Finally, Harry asked, "What's got you in such a good mood, and what can we do to make sure you're always like this?"

Hermione looked up at her friend, a smile forming on her lips. "Very funny, Harry, " she said. "Let's just say a certain Malfoy is finally getting what's coming to him." Her two best friends just stared at her. "Oh alright, If you must know, I just so happened to slip a batch of Amortentia in Malfoy's evening pumpkin juice. He was being his usual arrogant self during Potions and I think it's time someone taught that ferret a lesson."

Harry and Ron's mouths dropped open. "You… are you so say that…you mean" Harry sputtered, at a loss for words.

"Yes. For the next 24 hours, Draco Malfoy will be unconditionally and irreversibly in love with little muggleborn me," she said, smiling dangerously. "He'll be the joke of the school."

Ron's eyes were as wide as his dinner plate. "Bloody hell Hermione, Malfoy's going to murder you for that one."

"Unfortunately for him, Ronald, he'll want to kiss me first," Hermione laughed.