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Where the bloody hell could she be? Ronald Weasley thought as he stabbed his eggs viciously. The last time he saw Hermione was the night before at dinner. How could he forget, they had quite a heated conversation: "-but why do you have to go with Malfoy?" Ron complained "-Since when did I get to chose who Snape paired us with? It's not like I want to be paired with the Muggle-born hating thing. Besides, it's not like we are spending free time together. And since when did you start caring?" Hermione asked pointedly. "-I don't care who you spend your time with, as long as it isn't that prat!" Ron spat back. "-I can hang out with whomever I

Hermione let her eyes narrowly scan the room that she recently had been so rudely shoved into. It was about the size of a small bedroom, chilly and dim, the room was decorated with dark tapestries that hung over the stone walls, and two marble statues that Draco seemed to be investigating franticly. A table and chair stood next to the larger of the two statues and looked as if it hadn't been sat in for quite some time. Not dirty, just not broken in. A soft patting noise brought Hermione's attention back to Malfoy and the statues, why would he look so frantic all of a sudden? "Eh hem," she coughed, trying to diverge his attention from the st

"…And you'll be with Miss Granger, Draco…" Why oh why did Professor Snape decide on that? Draco Malfoy being paired with a mudblood was not the greatest thing in the world. Everybody knew that. Unless Snape had some secret desire to get Granger killed, (though Draco probably wouldn't mind it if she suddenly disappeared, as she was the only reason he wasn't the top of his class…) it was a terrible idea. They had absolutely no patience—for given reasons, of course. They were constantly at each other's necks for the constant need to bicker. On the other hand, Draco thought, at least he wasn't paired with someone like Weasl