Just another potions class.

"Miss Granger, what noxious mixture have you managed to create so far?" Snape was leaning over Hermione's shoulder, examining the perfect potion with dissapointment. "It's…passable…" he muttered, before sweeping away towards Malfoy's desk. "Malfoy… at least you've been working hard this afternoon."

But Snape's benelovent smirk quickly distorted into a look of extreme alarm. "However - unless you would like a detention scrubbing your own hair off the roof, I advise you to remove those billiwig tails from heat this instant!"

"Yes, Professor." Flushing faintly, Malfoy did as told, then glanced around embarrassedly to find Hermione hiding a small smirk at the desk opposite.

"Malfoy zero, Hermione one," she muttered into her textbook.

Bloody mudblood, Malfoy brooded, but soon his frown had disappeared. So….that's the way she wants to play, hmm?

He sauntered over to her table, and proceeded to lean lazily over her cluttered desk.

"Do you mind, Malfoy?" she snapped.

"Mind what, Granger?"

"Let me rephrase, ferretboy. Get off my table!"

"Touchy today, I see. How about redirecting some of that anger someplace more useful, Granger?"

"Well, that's what I was doing, until you came and -"

"And distracted you with my gorgeous face and blindingly blond hair?"

"Ha. Ha. Do you think you're some sort of basilisk of beauty or something? Honestly, I - Hey! what was that you just took from my table? Did you just steal some of my frog teats?"

Malfoy shrugged, and continued. "So admit it."

"Admit what?"

"You're distracted by me."

"Of course I'm not distracted by you. Newsflash: I'm repulsed by you."

"Then why did you just add that billiwig tail to the potion while mixing counterclockwise over low heat?

"Uh…no I didn't."

"Uh…yes, you did."

Hermione frantically snatched up her textbook, then sighed with relief. "That's the way you're supposed to do it, Malfoy! Look, it says here…" Hermione frowned. "Hey! I saw you take that. Stop stealing my frog teats, frogspawn! Get some of your own!"

Malfoy was now stretching his powerful arms over his head, and smirked. "And now you've missed your chance to add the goat's brains. You were supposed to do it…oh…three stirs ago?

"Oh, buggerall. I can't believe I forgot - Malfoy, could you please leave, I'm really busy!"

There was a loud scrape as Malfoy pulled his chair awfully close to Hermione, who froze. "Malfoy. What are you doing?"

"Nothing, really." he said vaguely. Yawning, he shifted so that his thigh was pressed against Hermione's.

"Er…" Hermione was looked slightly dazed. "Oh yes - I was adding frog's teats. That's funny, I could have sworn I had a whole pile just now…wha-oh, Malfoy, now what are you doing?"

Malfoy was now leaning over her shoulder, pressing Hermione into the desk with his powerful frame. "Just looking…" He said in a low voice, close to Hermione's ear. "You don't mind, do you?"

"N-no….not at all, I was just…just going to read the pecipe, and stir the rotion. I- I mean read the potion, and stir the recipe. I mean - I mean -" The potion was bubbling and oozing a swamp green, noxious gas. "Oh - oh dear. Ok, I need to quickly add the legs, then stir twice vertically..then I need to.."

"Add the mugwump essence…"

"Yes, and -"

"Stir in the purified slug blood…"

"Yes…no, wait, don't I need to-"

"Emulsify the cigarettes…"

"Ok…wait, WHAT?"

"And then stir in Crookshank's eyeballs..."

"Malfoy, that is just-"

Draco was now grinning impishly as he stole another handful of frog teats. Hermione saw.

"DRACO MALFOY, WILL YOU STOP GRABBING MY TEATS!"

Everyone in the room stopped and stared, but before Hermione could squeak with embarassment, the entire dungeon resounded with a loud BOOM as her reeking cauldron exploded.

Snape looked as if Christmas had come early.

"My, my Miss Granger. What a mess. On the bright side, wearing noxious thick green potion on your face does improve your looks…" He smirks. "However, in the future, please refrain from broadcasting any more information about your chest to the class."

Hermione can almost feel the heat of Draco's smirk.

"Draco two, and Hermione one." he said airily, as he sauntered back to his desk.