Hello! I am back with a new Draco/Hermione story. However it will have factors of the two of them with other characters as well, I'm afraid. First of all, this is unbeta'd and will probably continue to be, unless any of you lovely people would like to help me out or know anyone who would be interested, it does however mean there may be some mistakes and if there they are completely my fault.

Second of all, this is AU, where there is no magic, unless I miss it too much and find a way to slip it in, hehe. Also, as it's AU some of the character friendships and ages are also not accurate to the book, such as Draco's ages. This is set in a Performing Arts school as well, so some aspects of characters such as shyness will have disappeared simply to make the story work.

Finally, some of my ideas for performances are borrowed but I will always have a disclaimer. Such as now, I own nothing of this, just the plot, the characters and places and names are not mine, and sadly never will be. I also make no profit at all from this, just my own sick enjoyment of staying up till ridiculous hours to try and get the storyline out of my head. And now on with the show….

He's her teacher. She's his student. Yet both of them begin to burn, burn for the one thing, they really can't have. Each other.

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The schools halls and stairs were crowded with students from all over the world, pulling bags and suitcases upstairs to their dormitories, the excited chatter of reunited friends filling the air. Hermione Granger stood at the entrance of the school, one hand lingering on one of the schools heavy metal doors, watching the scene in front of her. The school was a second home to every student who attended it, and the happiness to be back swarmed around everyone, seeming to make everything glow.

Hogwarts School of Performing Arts was considered to be the best school for performing students in the whole world, and Hermione was fiercely proud of her place in the school, and of the education she was receiving. For her, performing was what she adored, it was what she was born to do, and she threw herself into her studies and performances, determined to shine in everything she did.

"Hermione! Hey Hermione!" She turned away from the school and saw her best mate hurrying up the stairs towards her, his black hair as messy as ever, and his baggy clothes hanging off him.

Harry was probably one of the most famous promising actors in the world. His performances had begun since he was literally a baby, and his acting skills were basically unchallenged. Of course there was the ridiculous drama between Harry and another actor, Tom Riddle. But that was a story best left alone. Harry's life was kind of a dramatic soap opera in itself, what with the death of his parents at such a young age, and how any twist or new development in his social life was splashed all over the front pages. A huge grin spread across her face and a strong wave of affection for her friend rushed through her as he opened his arms to embrace her.

"Harry," she laughed into his shoulder as he swung her round. "Merlin I missed you,"

"Me too," he smiled putting her back on her feet, and pushing his glasses up his nose.

"You've grown," she smiled fondly as she stared up at him, his lean figure attracting attention from the younger girls, but Harry as adorably oblivious as ever, ignored them all, picking his bags up from the floor.

"Ron here yet?" he asked as the two of them made their way up to their House Dormitories, people moving out of the way to let two of the schools biggest stars pass.

"No," Hermione answered as they reached the stairs "He sent me a message saying that he's gonna arrive sometime next week, he's still not feeling too great from the food poisoning incident and they've advised him to stay at home for maximum amount of time as possible. Ginny's here though," Hermione added, looking over her shoulder at Harry with a knowing look in her eye.

"Oh right, that's um, good," Harry blushed, avoiding eye contact and Hermione rolled her eyes, a slight smile on her lips.

They reached their House Dormitory and Hermione used her key to unlock the door. The school was split into four Houses to try and help order and arrange the students into their abilities in the performing world. Traditionally the two houses Gryffindor and Slytherin held the performers. The students who could dance or sing or act, the students most comfortable in the spotlight. Whilst the other two, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, housed the students whose talent was behind the scenes, composing, directing, writing, hair and make up, stage lighting and so on. Every now and then there were a few exceptions.

A guy in Hermione's year Neville held a magnificent talent for script writing, his stage shows and films always won the school many awards, yet the Professor who dealt with Sortings, everyone called him Hat, had firmly placed Neville in Gryffindor, the House known for acting and performing after Neville's interview with him. No one had really understood why, until last year when in the middle of one of Neville's show, when the male lead had collapsed before the show, Neville had taken on his part and had one of the most amazing singing voices Hermione had ever heard.

Hermione was extremely happy to have been sorted into Gryffindor. She had been so terrified about her interview with Hat. She needed to prove to him more than anything that she was a performer and she would work so hard to prove herself. But all Hat had wanted to talk to her about was her family, her loyalties, her basic life. At the end of the conversation he had looked at her for a few moments, his gaze so sharp as if he was dissecting her before announcing her as a Gryffindor and handing her House Badge. She looked around the House common room, a surge of contentment filled her heart. She was so glad to be back.

"Harry! Hermione!" Hermione looked over to see a petite red head running towards her, and laughed happily as Ginny hugged her fiercely. Ginny was sister to Hermione's other best friend, Ron, and was quickly becoming a good friend to Hermione as well. Hermione turned and watched as Ginny stepped round her and embraced Harry, somewhat awkwardly, as she stood on tiptoes to try and hook her arms around his neck. Harry's arms tightened around her back and Hermione tactfully turned away as she heard their murmured greetings to one another.

"Good summer Hermione?" Ginny asked a moment later as she came bounding back towards her, pulling her towards one of the sofa's in the common room.

"Yeah it was thanks, I caught your show in Paris. Ginny you were amazing! I wished I could have met up with after it was finished, but mum and dad wanted to travel some more so we had to leave that same night, but congratulations! You were spectacular!" Hermione grinned, watching as Ginny flushed with pleasure.

"Thanks! It was hard, changing from all the different types of dance, and the ballroom worried me slightly, but once I was out there, on that stage it was like everything just disappeared," Ginny replied, rubbing the back of her legs as if they still ached from the incredible show of dance she had put on last summer, in a variety of different countries. "Of course Dean helped so much, as a dance partner I couldn't have done much better,"

Harry coughed gruffly, before gesturing to the boys room, to indicate where he was going and storming off. Ginny stared after him slightly in shock while Hermione sighed at her friend's jealousy.

"Speaking of Dean, how are the two of you?" Hermione asked, drawing Ginny's attention away from Harry and back onto her.

"Well and truly over," she replied, firmly. "It couldn't have worked, a professional and personal relationship. Especially not of the intensity that dancing demands. But since we've ditched the personal and kept the professional, it's turned out pretty good."

"I'm glad," Hermione nodded. The chemistry between Ginny and Dean was unmistakable and on the dance floor the two of the could paint any story of love or lust, with a few twirls and lifts, but off the stage Hermione had always felt something was missing between the two of them, and she was glad Ginny had come to realise this to.

"So, you nervous?" Ginny asked and Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"For?"

"What else," Ginny replied, rolling her eyes "The Final Performance, your last year at this school. The big show that determines whether you're gonna make it in the acting world or not!"

"A little," Hermione admitted, her stomach clenching at the thought of performing in front of 15,000 people. "But more than anything I want to get started,"

Ginny grinned at her and clasped her hand. "You'll do fine Hermione, you're the best actress of this generation. You've got to make it,"

Hermione leaned forward and kissed her friend's cheek. "Thanks Gin, but this actress needs her sleep. Six hours of non stop travel really takes it out of you,"

"Yeah course I'll catch up with you tomorrow," Ginny replied as Hermione stood up and lifted her bags onto her shoulder. "Oh Ronald sends his love by the way," Ginny smiled innocently and Hermione ignored the little flutter in her chest at the mention of her friend's name.

"Oh shush you," she grumbled at the sight of Ginny's face at her reaction to the mention of her brother, she ignored Ginny's parting comments as she made her way up to her room.

"-he's so dreamy, platinum blond hair, and get this Lav, I don't think it's dyed. The most stunning grey eyes-"

Hermione rolled her eyes at Parvati's, one of her roommates, continuous description of some new dreamboat that she'd seen. Lavender, another roommate, was Parvati's best friend, and the pair delighted in gossiping and giggling together. If it weren't for the fact that when they stopped babbling rubbish and sang together in harmony, they actually sounded pretty damn good, Hermione would have been confused as Hell as to why the two girls had been admitted to the school. But she understood they both held talent, and most of the time they were nice to her, sometimes helping her with her hair or make up when a big show was needed and in return Hermione always hinted to them when a new show was coming out and what songs would most impress the Professors. It was a strange friendship the three had, and even though they irritated Hermione to no end, and vice versa, Hermione did appreciate them.

"And I swear Lav, I swear, he smiled at me," Parvati exclaimed as Lavender squealed happily.

Hermione continued to unpack her things and when she was satisfied with how her stuff was arranged she drew the curtain, and slipped into her pyjamas, hoping for an early night. When she was finished changing and pulled the curtain back, Parvati and Lavender acknowledged her happily and then proceeded to unload on her all the gossip they had attained over the summer. Even though she knew most of it to be twisted or untrue, she enjoyed the theatre with which the two girls relayed their information to her, both pausing in the right places or using body language or their eyes to convey messages. Hermione was giggling still over one of Lavender's last tales when Parvati frowned and looked around their room.

"Mione?" Parvati asked, and Hermione clenched her jaw at the nickname, it wasn't her favourite thing to be called.

"Yes?"

"You haven't brought Crookshanks with you this term,"

Hermione gasped and shot out of bed, standing like a lemon in the middle of their room for a minute. Then once the shock had leaked out of her, she jumped into action, pulling on her blue pumps and throwing on a too big jumper over her skimpy night shorts.

"Shit, bugger, bollocks, bum, shit," she chanted as she ran out of the Dormitory and through the school's corridors and stairs, rushing to get down to the Barn where all the students pets were held. In the excitement and reunions she had completely forgotten her cat, Crooks, who would have been unloaded off the train and into the Barn.

She desperately pushed against the schools double doors, growling slightly to find them locked. It was after curfew now, she supposed. She ran into one of the classrooms on the ground floor and grinned at the open window, on the left hand side. She dragged a chair across the floor and quietly pushed the window open all the way, then using her arms, she pulled herself up and swung one of her legs over the side, banging her knee in the process.

"Shit," she moaned as her red right knee dangled down in the night air. She was straddling the window sill, in a very un ladylike way, but she knew how freaked out Crooks could get on his own and hated the thought of him being alone.

Swinging her left leg over, she sat on the window sill and shuffled across to the left where a type of vine covered the entire wall.

"Please God," she murmured placing her foot on one of the plants branches and lifting off from the window. Luckily the plant held her weight, and she carefully made her way down to the floor. When she got to the ground, she realised she probably could of jumped and landed without too much injury but what was done was done and so she took off in direction of the Barn, rubbing her knee as she went.

When she got to the Barn, the light was already on and the Barn was empty. All of the other animals had been picked up, and a huge surge of guilt washed over her.

"Crooks," she whispered "Crooks, come here boy, Crooks! Come here,"

"Uh hum,"

Hermione screamed and jolted around, locking eyes with a tall man with piercing grey blue eyes. He raised one eyebrow at her and Hermione frowned at his look of, almost disgust that was planted on his face. His blonde hair glittered in the moonlight, and his skin was so pale it looked like snow. He was wearing a long sleeved grey top and that was when she noticed the squirming creature in his hands.

"Crooks!" She exclaimed and the cat pounced into her arms, his claws piercing her skin whilst he purred at the same time, letting her know his anger and happiness at seeing her.

Hermione looked up under her eyelashes to see the man looking her up and down, his eyes locked on her now blue from the cold legs and the tangled mess of curls her hair had now become. Using one hand she pushed it away from her face and began to feel uncomfortable under the man's gaze.

"You should look after your pets better," the man said coldly and she snapped her head up to eye him icily.

"Excuse me?" Hermione asked in shock.

"You shouldn't have just left him here, cats don't like to be boxed up and alone," he replied, still stood watching her, his face a mask of boredom. His tone was sharp and cold, as if she was a bit of mud on his shoe. He looked quite old, a little bit too old to be in the school, but Hermione had never seen him before, and so this was her first impression of him. And first impressions were important.

"Thanks so much for the advice," she bit out angrily, marching past him, her arms tightening on Crooks. If there was one thing Hermione despised it was rudeness, even more so when there was no good reason for it.

"You shouldn't be out here anyway, not at this time, go back to bed, or I'll have to report you for breaking curfew," he called after her, his tone mocking and slightly patronising.

Hermione stopped in her tracks. She calmly placed Crooks on the floor who brushed against her leg before she whirled around and stormed back over to the man.

"Look I don't know who in the name of Merlin you think you are, but you have absolutely no right to talk to me like that. I came back for Crooks, because like you so wisely pointed out, no he doesn't like to be on his own. And if you dare report me for breaking curfew I'll do the same to you, because you're stood out here as well. I will not be talked to as if I'm some slow little girl, when I'm not. I hope to never have to talk to you again, goodnight."

And with that she marched out the Barn, refusing to give him a chance to reply. Hermione grumbled and moaned to Crookshanks quietly the entire way back to the window, she pulled herself up the vine with more ease the first time, with Crooks right beside her, leaping from branch to branch. She slipped through the window and dropped to the floor, pushing the chair back into place. Hermione picked Crooks up and held him loosely in her arms as she jogged her way back to the Dormitory, thanking the Gods that she had left the door open on her way out as she had forgotten her key in her hurry to get Crooks back. Placing her cat on the sofa she stumbled up to her room and fell into bed, her eyes shutting as the memory of the blond haired man whizzed through her mind.

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Hermione blinked wearily, and rubbed her eyes free of sleep. She looked around the room and frowned at the sight of the empty dorm room. She turned on her side to look at her clock and almost cried when she saw the time. It was almost eight, breakfast would be finishing and lesson would be starting in fifteen minutes.

"Damn you," she muttered to no one in particular as she ran to the shower, cursing Lavender and Parvati for not waking her up.

Twenty minutes later, Hermione was skidding down the empty corridors, racing towards the Great Hall where they had their meals for the day. She had on a loose blouse which was tucked into her jeans, and her pumps on her feet. Her hair was pushed back in a loose ponytail with stray curls escaping to frame her face.

"Miss Granger,"

Hermione slowed to a stop and turned to see Professor McGonagall, a teacher in charge of Movement, such as characterisation in acting, or overseeing ballet performances as well as the deputy to the school, watching her blankly.

"You're late," she commented and Hermione rushed towards her.

"I know I'm so sorry, I overslept, it must have just been the travel it got to me, and none of my roommates woke me up," Hermione trailed off, and McGonagall handed her a sheet.

"Your timetable. Do try to be more punctual next time Miss Granger, this is unlike you," McGonagall said, turning and walking back into the Great Hall.

"More punctual," Hermione muttered to herself as she turned the timetable over, looking for her first lesson, which she would undoubtedly be late to.

First Period- Dramatic Performance, D. Malfoy. Third Floor.

D Malfoy? Must be the new drama teacher, Hermione thought as she raced up the stairs. "He better be good," she breathed to herself, he was in charge of supporting her during her Final Performance preparation.

She jogged down the Third Floor, a little out of breath from the stairs and practically fell into her classroom as she tripped over a little uneven ledge outside the door. She felt as fifteen pairs of eyes turned to stare at her and a blush stained her cheeks, her eyes found Harry first who was staring at her with a look of sympathy mixed with bewilderment. She shook her head slightly at him, resisting the urge to roll her eyes at herself.

She shut the door behind her, before turning to look at her new teacher, praying for them to be understanding, and her jaw dropped as she saw the man from the night before watching her coolly, one eyebrow arched.

"Well well well," he said silkily and Hermione dropped back against the door she had just shut.

Great.

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Draco watched with annoyance as the late student of his stumbled into the room, interrupting the introduction he had been giving. His eyes widened as he recognised the mass of curls from the night before. His heart gave a sigh of annoyance as the girl, shook her head slightly at one of the boys in his class before closing the door.

She turned to face him and he watched with amusement as her jaw dropped in surprise and her eyes lighted with obvious dislike. He didn't know what had caused him to be so unnecessarily rude with the girl last night, the way her jaw had clenched and her eyes had burned as he had taunted her was merely too much fun for him to miss. He should have anticipated that she might be in one of his classes, but he had been so caught up in the heat of the moment, that all logic and reasoning slipped his mind. He couldn't allow that to happen again.

Meanwhile the girl, he glanced down at his sheet of names, Hermione Granger it read under her picture, stood frozen at the back of the classroom.

"Are you going to stand there all day Granger, or would you like to join your classmates?" He asked, a slight smirk on his face and he watched as she narrowed her eyes at him and clenched her fists.

She moved and sat down next to the black haired boy, Potter, the Golden Boy, who bumped his shoulder against hers and smiled reassuringly.

"As I was saying, before Granger here practically basically flew into our classroom," a few students on the left hand side of the classroom, the ones with the green badges snickered, whilst those on the right remained deathly silent. Interesting. "You're final performance will be in two months. You are the select students who have been chosen to perform in the Number 1 performance. That means you are the best, the rest of the students are in Number 2 Performance. This means that the performance you give has to reflect that, you have to give a hundred percent from now on, until that performance. I will not allow slacking. I am to be your Head during that time, I will direct and produce and help in any way I can with the performance. You have questions you come to me, you're having difficulty you come to me. This is my only class from now on until your performance, so all my energy and time is dedicated to you when and if you need it,"

He glanced around the students to see them all watching him with a slight curiosity and excitement, he tried to ignore the lustful gaze being sent his way by more than one young lady in the room. He looked down at Granger to find her staring at him blankly, looking bored. It riled him.

Pushing those feelings away he continued on "Over the next few days you will be judged, by myself and an out of school judge who I will bring in to help me decide the parts you will play for the Final Performance. Consider these days as your audition, Day 1 will singing, Day 2 will dancing and Day 3 will be acting. I would like you now to get into pairs, one boy and one girl." He snapped his fingers and watched as the students milled out amongst themselves. He assumed Granger would pair up with Potter but watched as she spoke softly to him, the both of them nodding before she moved past him to stand in front of a handsome arrogant looking young boy who was leaning against the classroom wall. As she walked up to him Draco watched as the young man lifted her up into a tight embrace.

He moved slightly to his right to hear their conversation.

"Oh get off me Blaise," Granger huffed affectionately as she looked up at dark skinned boy who grinned down at her.

"Knew you wouldn't be able to stay away," he smirked at her and Granger smacked his chest, rolling her eyes.

"Shut up Blaise. You know as well as I do that we, for some unknown reason, work extremely well together and our best shot at this will be to work together," Granger replied factually, tucking a curl behind her ear and Draco's stomach lurched at the sight.

"Plus you adore me," Blaise added and Granger, opened her mouth to reply, before smacking it shut and shaking her head, a slight twitch on her lips.

He had assumed most people would pair off with others that wore the same coloured badge as them, but the students moved through the room to find their potential partners with ease, each student looking as if they knew exactly who it was they wanted to go with.

"Right you lot! Once you've found partners come up to see me and I'll tell you what your topic is, you will have exactly a week to rehearse for all three performances, based on the topic I have given you." Draco shouted over the chatter.

He moved to sit behind his desk and began to fill in the names of the pairs and draw from a hat the topic each pair would use for their audition.

"I'm Harry Potter," the black haired boy informed Draco as he and his partner approached the desk.

"Potter? Oh yes I remember now, The Golden Boy. I saw your most recent work, the Gothic Horror film? That was good, of course everything you're in is considered to basically have been performed by God himself," Draco replied, impressed by the boy's work.

"Ah thanks, yeah I was really happy with that work. Albus did a great job," he replied humbly and Draco held back a frown. Modesty was a trait that annoyed him enormously.

"Prophet said you were a better actor than that Riddle. Wasn't too happy about it was he?"

"Um no, no he wasn't," Potter replied, obviously uncomfortable with the topic.

"Stupid stage name, Voldemort," Draco said thoughtfully, as Potter shifted from foot to foot. "Anyway, you're Potter and you are…" He asked looking at the blonde girl who seemed to be swaying gently next to him.

"Luna," she replied softly without looking at him "Luna Lovegood,"

What a surprise. The daughter of eccentric stage performer Xenophilius Lovegood, and judging by her attire and mannerisms, his daughter was of the same quirky nature.

"Your topic is…" he pulled the strip of paper from the hat and read it out to them "Fear. There's more instructions on the paper," he informed them handing Potter the paper, watching in amusement as Harry pulled the swaying Luna away from the desk.

About ten minutes later there was only one couple left, and Draco watched as Granger approached with Blaise at her side.

"How pleasant to see you again Granger," Draco taunted, his insides swirling with confusion at his need to provoke her again. He was here as her teacher for Christ sakes, he needed to pull himself together. But the honey brown eyes stared at him with such an intensity that he couldn't help smirking at her, watching with the same sick feeling in his stomach as she pushed stray curls behind her ears.

"Oh I assure you the feelings mutual," she spat out at him, causing Blaise to raise an eyebrow at her tone.

"Name?" Draco asked looking up at Hermione and smiling innocently as she frowned at him.

"You know my name," she stated, staring balefully at him.

"Sorry, it's slipped my mind,"

"Like fu-"

"Hermione, Hermione Granger," Blaise interrupted smoothly, "And I'm Blaise Zabini,"

Draco continued to look at her, with a 'all-you-needed-to-say' look on his face. He picked out a slip of paper and read it out to them.

"Family," he replied, and thrust the paper into Blaise's hand.

"Ah damn baby, I was hoping for Lust," Blaise commented idly making Granger tear her eyes away from Draco and stare up at Blaise with a sort of amused disbelief.

"You know sometimes Blaise, I really worry for you," she grinned, huffing out a laugh and Blaise smiled down at her.

"See my beauty? I knew you cared,"

"Don't start Blaise,"

"I wasn't starting, merely stating the obvious,"

"Oh yes of course, how stupid of me,"

Draco rolled his eyes at their affectionate bickering and slammed his hands down on the desk. "You two, clear off now."

He watched the two of them go, and dropped his head down on his desk. He didn't know what was causing his extreme reaction to Hermione Granger, but he needed to snap out of it. Quickly.

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"How is it that he even has a job here?" Hermione asked, looking around the dinner table.

"Apparently he's one of the most talented directors around, plus his acting skills are considered to be amazing," Neville replied, stabbing a pea with his fork.

"You a fan Nev?" Seamus, one of the dancers, asked in amusement.

"No," Neville replied "I just read the paper,"

"He's an arrogant arsehole," Hermione declared, flicking through her notebook, pages of ideas for her and Blaise's performance whizzing past her eyes.

"Agreed," Neville responded, while the rest of the table nodded at Hermione's comment.

"He's seems to get on brilliantly well with the Slytherins, apparently he ate lunch at their table, instead of up there with the other professors," Harry said, pointing his knife up to the direction of the teachers table.

"He's a snake like the rest of them," Seamus added, his feet slowly going over tap steps, under the table.

"We need to watch him," Harry said "We all need to help each other, try to come to us for advice instead of him. Just until we figure him out,"

"That's a good idea Harry, just stick together," Hermione replied, shoving her notebook back into her bag.

"So how come you two aren't going together?" Neville asked, looking between Harry and Hermione.

"Since we did that Interhouse performance with McGonagall last year, we both found partners who we have better chemistry and work ethics with. It's just easier and more practical to go with them," Hermione answered, shrugging her shoulders.

"Even if it is Zabini," Harry snarled into his plate of food and Hermione smiled softly.

"He's a good guy Harry," Hermione replied gently.

"Yeah, I'll believe that when I see it," Harry frowned.

"Granger!"

Hermione turned around in her seat to see Blaise stood up from his seat at the Slytherins table and watching her, a smirk on his face.

"Time to go to work my beauty,"

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"How dare you!"

The door opened with a bang and Draco looked up to see Granger storm towards him, her eyes blazing and her hair flying about the place. He watched with quiet amusement as the actress stopped in front of his desk, obviously fuming.

"Can I help you?"

"Oh don't give me that. I want to know what you think gives you the right to decide who should be in this school and who shouldn't?"

"I honestly have no idea what you're talking about," Draco replied lazily, sitting back in his chair "Care to elaborate?"

"What you said to Colin Creevy this afternoon was totally out of line."

"And you don't think you're out of line? Barging in here and talking to a professor like this?"

"You're not a Professor. In fact you're as far from Professional as you can get, telling that poor boy that everyone who was not chosen specifically by Hogwarts has no right to be here?"

"It's my opinion,"Draco answered standing up and walking round to the front of his desk. "I'm allowed one, and you should think very carefully about how you talk to me Granger. A little bit of respect is needed."

"I have no respect for you, that child is crying in my common room and I will not stand by and watch you torment him with your prejudice."

"My prejudice happens to be correct. Every child who has had to apply here with an interview or try and win a scholarship always perform with less skill, less talent, than those Hogwarts ask to come here personally,"

"I applied. I asked, I wasn't chosen and yet I'm considered just as good as the others,"

"I'll believe that when I see it."

Hermione stared at him angrily, not noticing until now how close they had gotten to each other. She took a step away from his glare and eyed him suspiciously.

"How did you get a job here?"She asked with contempt laced in every inch of her voice.

"I was asked." Draco grinned at her, leaning back against his table. " Funny that. Hogwarts always ask the best."

"You're too arrogant to want to teach,"

"You think you know me Granger-"

"Miss Granger,"

"I'm sorry?"

"You don't call anyone else by just their last name."

"No? Well you must just be special then. It's time you ran along Granger,"

Hermione rolled her eyes at his antics and turned to move towards the door, unable to stay in the room with the git any longer. Just before she reached the handle she turned around.

"You ever make any of my friends cry again, and you'll have me to answer to,"

"Oh I look forward to it immensely," Draco smiled falsely as she slammed the door behind her.

It was gonna be a long term.

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Please let me know what you think, even if you review to say you hate it. I honestly don't know whether to continue, I have the ideas but not completely confident as to whether or not it would work, and I base that on reviews really. So thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it!