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A/N: Welcome readers of HR:NG! I hope you will enjoy this story as much as you did HR:NG. Remember, this is the prequel to HR:NG it is focused on Hermione and Draco. A lot of my gibberish from the other will be answered in this!

To my faithful readers who began with this story, when this is finished, the sequel is called Hogwarts Reborn: The Next Generation... although a title change has been considered!

Thanks for reading, new and old!

~Onna






Hermione ran down the dungeon steps. She was late for Double Potions. She was never late! Never, Never, Never!

“Ronald Weasley, I swear when I see you I’m going to throttle you…” Hermione muttered to herself as she straightened her uniform jacket, preparing to open Snape’s classroom door and take whatever punishment he gave her for her tardiness.

“Ronald, if I hadn’t stayed up to fix your disastrous Herbology essay I wouldn’t have slept in, I…”

“Talking to people who aren’t here? Never a good sign, Granger.” A cool voice interrupted her angry, whispered tirade.

She whirled around, placing her hand instinctively on her wand.

“Malfoy! What the devil?!” She snarled, he chuckled lowering his head and shaking it. He gazed up at her through his fringe of platinum blond bangs with sparkling silver eyes. Judging by his casual lean against the stone wall she must have walked right past him.

How did I not notice him?…

“Late for class, Granger?” He asked, a coy smile gracing his lips. It put her off. It was so different from his usual condescending smirk.

“Maybe, what are YOU doing out here?”

“I slept in.” His smile never faltered.

“Well. I don’t want to miss anymore of the lesson so…” She said, turning back to the door and reaching for the handle.

“Allow me.” He said, placing a hand on her upper arm.

“Ok. I’ll allow you…” She said, raising an eyebrow and crossing her arms across her chest. He opened the door and stepped aside, holding it wide.

She walked through and opened her mouth to make an excuse to Professor Snape, when she felt a weight on her shoulder.

“Professor, I apologize for Miss Granger and mines tardiness. We had important Head business to attend to.” His voice had lost its light, cool tone it had in the corridor. The cold drawl had returned. It sent a chill down her spine. She almost shivered, but she stopped herself.

She looked up at him and realized that he was a good head taller then her, but she also saw his face, hard and set in his Slytherin ways.

Snape turned from the rest of the class to peer at the two through his curtain of greasy hair. His eyes narrowed dangerously.

“What exactly was this… important… business?” He asked in his oily voice.

The lies fell easily from Draco’s lips. His face took on an arrogant air as he tilted his head ever so slightly to the side, his trademark smirk curling his lips.

“Professor, you wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise for the other students, would you?” His silver eyes flared. A warning to Snape not to delve further into his excuse.

“No, of course not, Mr. Malfoy.” Snape’s eyes glittered with an odd combination of anger, pride, and was that… fear?

“Thank you, Sir.” Malfoy’s snide smirk still in place.

“Since the two of you arrived so… late… you’ll have to take the remaining seat in the back. You’ll also have to work together, seeing as how I’ve already partnered your fellow… classmates.”

Hermione tried to shake Malfoy’s hand off her shoulder. It slid away easily. They weaved their way to the back of the room through a maze of student’s packs, feet, and spare stools, then set up at an empty work table. As they began to set up their cauldron, Snape went back to explaining their newest project.

“As I was saying before I was… interrupted… You are in N.E.W.T. Potions Level 7, Year 2. If you’re here you’ve proven yourselves to be among the most brilliant in your year… or in some cases… I’m guessing a grading fluke.” He said, eyes resting momentarily on Harry Potter, then Ron Weasley.

“In any case, you are here and I expect nothing but the best out of each and every one of you… but even your best may not be quite up to par.

In the Wizarding World you will very rarely concoct a complex potion of your own accord. It will require at least one other person. That is why for every project this year, you will have a… partner. This partner is who you are seated by and will, WILL, remain that way until I say otherwise.”

Hermione groaned inwardly.

I am going to KILL Ronald!…

Snape started their first project of the year off with a potion that shot rainbows across the room.

“Useless and pathetic, I know, but the preparation is especially long and tedious so it should teach you to learn to divide your work evenly and to use your time wisely.

He flicked his wand at the board and the instructions appeared in his scratchy script.

Hermione immediately went to measuring cherry blossom nectar.

Malfoy did the same, only with lilac.

“That’s to much.” He shot at her as he held his beaker up to the light to check the level.

“What?”

“You have too much. It’s five equal parts. One cup of each. You have almost a cup and a half there.” He said, barely glancing at her.

“I most certainly do not!” She sputtered.

He set his down next to hers and sure enough it was almost twice as full.

“You should really get new beakers, Granger. The measurements are practically worn off yours.” He said, pouring his lilac nectar into the cauldron, rinsing his beaker, and beginning to measure out some extract of mint.

Angrily she remeasured then added the cherry blossom nectar. She carefully began to measure out the orange blossom nectar.

“Much better.” He commented.

“OH, YOU BE QUIET!” She snapped.

“Miss Granger, 5 points from Gryffindor, for disrupting my class.” Snape said as he glided by.

“Damn it…” She swore.

When the daffodil and violet nectar had been added Malfoy said,

“You stir. I’ll add the ground rose roots.”

“Why should I stir?!”

“Well if those are your beakers, I’d hate to see the condition your scales are in.” He answered, finally looking up at her.

“And what makes you think that your scales are so much better then mine?”

“Well, mine are new. Yours are… rather worn…” He said, slowly raising one eyebrow.

“SO THAT MAKES YOURS BETTER?!” She practically screamed.

“20 points from Gryffindor, Miss Granger. If you disrupt my class again it will be detention.” Snape said coldly.

“Now look what you did!” She hissed at Malfoy.

His response was to shove the large wooden spoon at her,

“Stir.” He said curtly.

Seething, she snatched the spoon from his hand and stirred with malice.

They finished their project first, a beautiful rainbow shot across the dungeon, sparkling in the light and lighting up the stone room with bright colors. Hermione let out a soft ‘oh’.

Snape nodded his head approvingly.

“Full marks, you two. It seems some of your skill has rubbed of on Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy.”

Hermione’s jaw dropped in shock, but Malfoy said,

“Now, Professor, I cannot take all the credit. Hermione did get higher marks on her O.W.L.s then did in potions.”

He shot a small grin at Hermione.

“I guess Miss Granger does have her moments.” Snape admitted grudgingly.

Hermione’s eyes opened wide with surprise at the half compliment her Potions Master had given her, even if it was forced out of him like Crookshanks being drug out from underneath Ronald’s bed back at the Burrow.

When class ended she hurried to catch up with Harry and Ron. As soon as she came up behind them she boxed Ron soundly around the ears.

“Ow, `Mione! What the bloody hell was that for?” Ron protested, rubbing his smarting head.

“For making me late to class, you dim-witted dolt!” She snapped.

“How in Merlin’s name did I make you late for class, you cranky banshee?!” He demanded.

“Ron, don’t call `Mione a banshee…” Harry sighed.

“If you hadn’t practically begged me to fix your Herbology essay I would have gone to bed hours earlier, gotten my much needed sleep, and been to class on time! You are such a troll, Ronald.”

“I didn’t ask you to fix it, you nosey hag, I only asked you to touch it up a bit!” He defended.

“Touch it up a bit? TOUCH IT UP A BIT?!” She laughed loudly, “Ronald, the only way to ‘touch up’ your homework would be to steal a muggle warhead and fire it upon the parchment!” She snorted.

“It’s not that bad! You’re just a uptight perfectionist!”

“Not that bad? Ronald Weasley, it’s only the first week of school and you’re already messing it up. Of course it’s ‘that bad’!” She said, glaring at him. Daring him to find an acceptable excuse.

Ron opened his mouth, momentarily looking like a fish, then closed it again looking stumped. Harry shook his head, laughing at the expression on Ron’s face.

“She got you that time, mate.”

Hermione heard soft laughter. Malfoy walked by quickly, a small smile gracing his lips.

“I wonder what his problem is…” Harry muttered, watching him walk past.

“Was he… smiling? Actually smiling?” Ron asked in awe.

“Oh, something is definitely up! He was actually being decent to me in the corridor earlier!” Hermione said.

“Just think, `Mione, in a couple of days that burst in the pipes of the Head Dormitory will be fixed. You’ll have to move in with Malfoy!” Harry said. Ron’s expression visibly darkened and Hermione cringed slightly.

“Oh, don’t remind me, Harry! The closer it gets the more I dread it. It’s not something I look forward to, you know! Sharing rooms with Malfoy…”

She turned and smacked Ron on the arm, hard.

“What was that for? You violent, crazy bloody harpy!” He howled.

“For making Malfoy my potions partner as well as my bloody dormmate!:”

“I didn’t make him your damn partner!” He grumbled.

Hermione turned on her heel, fixing him with her angry honey brown eyes, preparing for another tongue lashing.
“OKAY! Okay, it’s my fault, `Mione! A bloke can only take so much verbal abuse at a time you know…” He cried, putting his hands up defensively.

Harry burst into loud peals of laughter.

“You’re suppose to be my best mate!” Ron shot at Harry.

“I’m sorry, Ron.” Harry said, trying to keep a straight face.

They entered the Great Hall for lunch.

~~~~~

A/N: So like I said, this is the prequel to Hogwarts Reborn: The Next Generation. Tell me what you think okay?

Onna

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