Uncomfortable Situations

The morning sun crept silently over the forest where its light would never touch the bottom. From the forest, over the grounds keeper's hut then the Quidditch pitch finally over the Hogwarts Castle but Draco wouldn't see it until he went up do the Great Hall for breakfast. There were no windows in the Slytherin dorm rooms. He wasn't much on sunrises anyways. He never saw any. His father, for some odd reason, would order the curtains to stay drawn until ten in the morning. Why? Draco would never know. He couldn't ask because no one ever questioned Lucius Malfoy. Well, no one except Lord Voldemort.

Draco had been awake for a while now. He had been woken up at 5 am because of some unnatural noises coming from the sixth year's boy's dorm room. Telling from the snore, it was Goyle. Draco just wanted to go down there and smother Goyle. Every morning last year, it was the same. Sleeping on the couch in the common room was the answer most nights. He couldn't understand how the other guys could sleep through all that. Being a Prefect, Draco had his own room but he could hear everything. His room was right across from the other boys'. 'That's it! ' he thought to himself. 'I am putting a silencing charm around this room tonight! '

Yawning, he decided to get up so he could get in the bathroom first. If he didn't, Zabini would be in there for hours if he wanted to. Crabbe and Goyle, well, you just don't want to be after them. The smells and the odd stains on the towels were enough to make you sick. All Draco wanted was a nice hot shower, to get dressed, and get the hell out of there before everyone woke up. For some reason, he just wasn't up for much company now days. He could never carry a conversation with the two hulks. Most of Crabbe's topics would be food or bodily functions. Goyle had logic problems. Draco was surprised Goyle made it this far at Hogwarts.

After his shower and getting dressed, he headed for the common room to sit until it was time for breakfast. He thought he could get a little thinking in before people disturbed his train of thought. Coming to the top of the stairs, he looked around to make sure no one was around but alas, there was. Sitting in a chair by the fire was none other the Jennifer. Nose buried in a book as usual, she was mumbling to herself. Silently and stealthy, he slowly walked up behind her to see what she was reading and try to listen to her.

He looked over her shoulder. He couldn't read the title of the book. It was in some foreign writing. Hebrew? He couldn't tell. He decided to go sit in the chair across from her. She probably wouldn't notice anyways. Draco sat back, watched and listened. Studding the movement of her lips and her eyes. Taking in of what he could of her before she noticed. .

"Sora tooi sora tsubuyaita koe anata no yume wa ima hoshi no sharin wo mawasu," she chanted under her breath.

"What was that? I couldn't quite hear you," he said, making her jump to her feet almost instantly when the words left his mouth.

"What the hell are you doing up? Shouldn't you be sleeping or something? And what's the big idea with sneaking up on me?"

"Why are you interrogating me? I didn't sneak up on you. I simply came and sat down. It's your own fault that you didn't see me come." He took the book out of her hand. "What is this you're reading? Something from the planet you came from?" he asked, flipping the pages.

"Actually, yes, and it's from your planet as well. It's called Japanese. But of course you wouldn't know that because you only know of one language and that's called Jackass." She grabbed the book from him and sat back down.

"Well Soorrrrry!" He stuck his hands in his pockets. "So what does it mean?"

She looked up and narrowed her eyes. "What does what mean?"

"What you just said before, in that language."

"Oh," her eyes went back to their usual size. "It means, 'Sky, far away sky. A murmured voice. Your dream now turns the wheel of the stars.' It's part of a song. A Muggle song from something that Muggles call Anime."

"Wow. I had no idea you knew Japanese. I am actually surprised you know any language."

"There are a lot of things you don't know about me..." Rolling her eyes, she went back to reading. "And beside, I don't' read the chicken scratches on the side but the translated part."

"Well, why don't you enlighten me about some things in your life? I bet it will be interesting." He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees, giving her an arrogant smirk.

"I'm not going to tell you my life story!"

"Well, can you answer one question for me then?"

She looked up. "That depends on the question. Let me hear it first then I'll let you know if I'll answer it or not."

"Okay, sounds fair. Here it is. When did you learn Japanese?"

"Hmmm, let me think. Is that a good question to answer?" She sat there for what seemed like five minutes. "Okay, I'll tell you. I don't know a lot. I know some. I got fascinated when my father brought home a Muggle T.V. I turned on the T.V. to see what in the hell it was that Muggles like so much about it. I was going through what they call channels when I came upon something they call a cartoon. A drawing that they make move with out magic. But this cartoon came from Japan. It's called anime. I watched it and became fascinated by the songs at then end. They were sung in Japanese. I liked them and learned each song but I didn't know what the words meant so I had a house elf go to the book store in Diagon Alley and bring me a book on Japanese. Did that answer your question?"

"I guess. You know some French, don't you?"

"Yes, some. Don't you?"

"Well, I just know a little but what would you say if I told you this?" He cleared his throat. "Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir."

Her eyes got wider and her jaw dropped. "You can be serious! Do you even know what that means?"

"Of course! Just said, it's a beautiful morning."

She burst out laughing. "Oh, Draco, that is the funniest thing I've ever heard in my life!" She continued to laugh, clutching her side. Jen looked even more beautiful when she laughed. Her eyes lit up.

Shaking his head to get the thoughts out he asked, "What? What does it mean then your so smart?!"

She regained some control and wipes tears from her eyes. "You just said, 'I would like you to go to bed with me tonight.' Thanks for that laugh! I figured you wouldn't know what it meant! My sides actually hurt now!"

Draco turned red. "I'll get Millicent for this! She said that to me on the train yesterday morning."

"She must really like you! Milly usually doesn't say stuff like that to people. Funny, I always thought she would go after a guy with a little more class. Like Goyle. Those two would make such a cute, huge couple." Tears were still rolling down her cheeks from her laughter. Draco didn't think it was that funny. Could he help that he didn't know what it meant?

"Hey! I have class. I have a lot of class! One of these days, they're gonna to have to make another me to put all that over flowing class into."

"Sure, Draco. What ever you say. Just next time, learn what the thing really means before you say something like that to someone. You don't want to end up telling something like that to McGonagall or Trelawney. If you said that to Trelawney, she probably wouldn't turn you down. I don't know about you but all this laughter has made me hungry. I'm going down for breakfast." Getting up, she shoved her book in her bag, talking to herself. "Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir! Oh MAN! That's rich!" She continued to laugh as she walked out.

"I don't see what's so funny."

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She still couldn't believe he had just said that. Good thing she asked him what he thought it meant before she slapped him. Or maybe she should have slapped him. She didn't care now. He just made her day a little bit brighter. Just a little.

Going up the stair, she couldn't help but think about what he just said. How in the hell did he become a Prefect anyways? He didn't even know about the Japanese language. That made her wonder how many other things he didn't know. He was supposed to be a Malfoy. He was supposed to know a lot about the world. She was in mid thought when she ran right into something soft. To her astonishment, it was a person.

"Potter, won't you watch were you're going? Maybe you should get your glasses cleaned or something." Flicking the end of his nose and not waiting for a response from him, she walked off towards the Great Hall for breakfast. There weren't very many people there. A few first years that looked as though they wanted to start their classes as soon as they got up. Some were higher years, hurrying to get the last bit of holiday homework done that they left for the last minute. It was great to be back.

She arrived at the Slytherin table just as Draco came in. Wouldn't she be able to get away from him for five minutes? She was going to have to spend the whole day in his presents. Well, not the whole day, but still most of it. Not to mention, all year. To her horror, he came and sat right across from her. She leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms. "Last time I checked, Malfoy, we aren't joined at the hip."

"Well, that's obvious! If I were joined to you, I wouldn't be sitting across from you. I would be sitting right next to you, trying to poke my eyeballs out with a spoon. God knows, I don't want to wake up and see you every morning."

"Aren't we the charmer?" She reached over and pinched his cheek, hard. "You are just the sweetest little boy I've ever had the displeasure to meet." She slapped him and started to spoon some scrabbled eggs onto her plate. "You know, you've got to stop flattering me like this, it's bad for your health."

"Tell me about it." He rubbed his cheek and stared his breakfast. Soon, Blaise and the rest of the sixth year Slytherins came in. Blaise sat down next to her and started to shove food in his mouth.

"Good morning to you too," she said, yanking a piece of toast out of his hand.

"Sorry. Good morning, Jenny." He gave her a kiss on the mouth with lips full of toast crumbs. "Oops! Sorry again." He gave her one of his famous evil smirks. "Do you want me to lick them off?" He raised his eyebrows and licked his lips.

"Maybe later. Although I can't guarantee that the crumbs will still be there later."

"Pity. But, hey! They wouldn't taste good then. Better to lick your lips anyways, they taste...." Suddenly, she heard gagging noises. She knew just where to turn.

"Draco, shut up! Could you be anymore childish?" Draco was pretending to shove his finger down his throat. She wanted to take that finger and help him to not pretend.

"Oh, like I could help it! It's all quiet sickening!" he said through laughs.

"He's just jealous that I got you and he didn't. Well, them's the breaks Draco old boy! Guess I'm the lucky one," beamed Blaise while he draped an arm around Jennifer's shoulders.

"Be careful, Zabini Baby. You're head is going to fill up this room in like two seconds if you don't stop gloating and start eating." She took the piece of toast and shoved it in his mouth and smiled sweetly at him. "Now shut up and eat you toast."

The rest of breakfast was quiet pleasant. There were some Crabbe's Words of Wisdom. This morning it was, "Sometimes, you can't see your own face without a mirror." Very interesting on his part. A few pieces of food were flung at the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor tables and a few detentions given out because of it. Yep, it was great to be back.

The bell rang, signaling students to head towards their first classes. This meant Defense Against the Dark Arts class for sixth year Slytherins. She rolled her eyes at the though of another twit teaching the class. Well, not all of them were twits. Professor Lupin wasn't bad. Jennifer had had a crush on him and he really did seem to know his stuff about the Dark Arts. She absolutely despised their second year DADA teacher. Lockhart. He was such a dumbass in the subject. She found the way the girls fawned over his appalling. There was no way in the world that Lockhart was "cute".

Blaise was walking right beside her as they walked up to the door. She stopped to get her book out of her bag and right as she was going to walk through the door, he let go of the door and it slammed oh her fingers. Cursing, she reached for the handle, only to land on another hand.

"That git doesn't have any manners does he?" came the voice of Draco as he opened the door.

"Damn straight," she said as she stuck the sorest of the four fingers in her mouth and walked in the class room. "Thank you, Draco. That was so unlike you."

"Here," he pulled her finger out of her mouth and mutter something as he waved his wand over her hand. "Is that better?"

"Yes," she replied as she walked towards the back of the class room. And again, Blaise was once again a twit and didn't save her a sit. As she walked by him, she made sure she gave him a good whack on the back of the head to show him how she felt. To her dismay, there weren't any other sets lift except for an empty on in front. Sitting down she began to message her temple. This was going to be on long day in the history of her education at Hogwarts. And it didn't get any better because Draco had taken the seat right next to her.

"Oh bloody hell! Draco, are you trying to make me loose my mind before then end of the day?"

He batted his eyes at her. "I try!" A creek of the door signaled the entrance of the teacher. A groan swept across the room as the teacher entered.

"Good morning and it's nice to see you all again. I'm sure you all know who I am so I'll just cut to the lesson."

'Finally, someone who knows their crap is back! Three cheers for Professor Lupin!' she thought to herself.

"As I understand it, you all covered curses in fourth year and Basilisk, Chimaera, Pogrebin, Giants, and the Gripwig in your fifth year. So now, I think you might be ready for a little more work with dark objects used in summoning dark magic...."

She sat back and listened intently. To her surprise, Draco was rather civil; he didn't speak to her once during class. The rest of the class went by gracefully except for a couple of instances where a few people were whispering about owling their parents and telling them that a werewolf was teaching their class again. Ten points were taken from Slytherin from each of the students whispering. Soon the bell rang and class was dismissed.

The next class on her schedule was a class she was going to hate and yet love. Hate because it was Muggle Studies and love because no Draco. She began the trudge to the south tower.

After what seemed like an hour walk, she arrived at the door to Muggle Studies classroom. As she walked in, she was greeted by the new teacher. New due to the retirement of Professor Wren. The new Professor was about thirty and rather tall. He wore no hat like most of the teacher. His golden blonde hair was rather long and was pulled back in a pony tail. His robs were of a blood red with silver buttons. And his eyes were of a deep chocolate brown. All in all, Jennifer found him rather handsome. "Good morning, Miss..."

She shook her head after she realized she was staring. "Huh? Oh! Hall."

"Miss Hall. Pleasure to meet you."

Jennifer knew to give some respect for teachers but for this one, she would go the extra mile. "The pleasures all mine, Professor."

He smiled at her, showing a row of perfectly straight and white teeth. He motioned for her to take a seat and she obediently did so.

Soon, more students filtered in. Mostly Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs. It looked as though she was going to be the only Slytherin again this year.

"Good morning, class and welcome to Muggle Studies. I am Professor Jon Greenly. I have a list of what you covered last year. This year we're going to be studding Muggle pot Culture. This would include music, television, movies, magazines, and other various topics. Today we'll start with what they call movies." He held up a poster with the title Gone with the Wind across it. "We will be discussing the process of making them, some classic movies then you will have the privilege of watching one of the classes' choice. Now, have anyone you heard of any of the movie titles? We could start a list and then maybe choose from that list. Who will volunteer to write down the titles?" A couple of hands shot up in the air, both belonging to some rather obnoxious giggly girls. "Hmmm....Miss Hall? Will you please?"

"Sure." The two girls turned around and gave her a look of pure venom. Quickly, she took out a quill and parchment and nodded that she was ready. Soon, everyone was rambling about movie titles. About fifteen minutes later, they had about twenty-five titles and she thought she should get one in. She raised her hand, "How about Romeo and Juliet? We read the book last year and I think it would be kind of cool to see it acted out." A couple of boys stuck up their noses at the thought but nearly everyone agreed so she wrote it down. At the end of class, they had about fifty written down.

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Draco was just about to go in the Defense Against the Dark Arts room when he witnessed the love of Zabini towards Jennifer. Zabini didn't even hold the door open for her. Draco reached for the door handle. His hand landing on hers.

"That git doesn't have any manners does he?" said Draco as he opened the door.

"Damn straight," she said as she stuck a finger in her mouth and walked in the class room. "Thank you, Draco. That was so unlike you."

"Here," he pulled her finger out of her mouth and mutter something as he waved his wand over her hand. "Is that better?"

"Yes," she replied as she walked towards the back of the class room.

He looked around. Crabbe and Goyle were at a table by them selves but they had grown so wide over the summer that there was no room for Draco. 'Defense Against the Dark Arts class is the worst bloody class in this bloody school!' thought Draco. He slumped down in the only available seat in the class room. He seriously didn't know how much more of the school he could take. It was either the teachers or some of the students that he would blame this one. Sure, there were good things. Potions, girls, food, girls, Snape, and girls just to name a few ups. If this teacher was anything like the others he would surely go insane.

"Oh, bloody hell, Draco! Are you trying to make me loose my mind by the end of the day?" came a voice from beside him. He looked and saw Jennifer sitting right next to him. Maybe the class wouldn't be so bad after all. He batted his eyes at her.

"I try!" he said through a smirk.

The door clicked and Draco looked up and groaned. Lupin was back Of course, everyone knew Lupin was and is a werewolf. Three years ago, when that fugitive Sirius black (well, he wasn't a fugitive anymore due to his name being cleared Draco's fifth year) was terrorizing the school, Lupin had been the DADA teacher. He seemed to get sick on a certain time of the month. It didn't take long for people to start to realize what was going on after Snape had given them an assignment about werewolves. At the end of the year, Lupin quit his job and took off.

Lupin started blabbing about stuff and Draco just sat back and watched. He didn't really care if he heard anything or not because he already knew a lot about Dark Arts. His father taught him. Soon, Dark Art objects were being held up and explained. Every single one that Lupin held up, Lucius had one exactly like it at home. He used them everyday and took great pride in taking care of them. Making sure they were at their maximum shine and working order. Draco knew how to use them. He didn't know what they could do but he knew how to use them. He didn't want to use them though, he didn't want to become more like his father then he already was.

The bell rang after an hour and a half and every bustled out to head to their next class. Draco next class was Ancient Ruins. Arithmacy was for the people who liked math and believed in fortune telling. True, he did have Divination but he always bullshitted his way through that class. Trelawney actually though Draco was a true seer all because he would make sure to put a death in his predictions, mostly Potter. That would get him an A every time.

Ancient Ruins went buy as smoothly as it could possibly go. They talked about the ancient Egyptian wizards and the curses described in the hieroglyphics. About 15 minutes into class, Draco found himself dozing off more then once. He liked the class but it was so boring. The only other class that was worse was History of Magic. Binns just droned on and on and on with out any tone in his voice at all. A great class to sleep in because the teacher would never notice you sleeping. Professor Sora, the Ruins teacher, was much the same way. Except she had more of a musical voice that would lull you to sleep.

Finally, he gave into the urge, put up his book so no one would see him sleeping, put his head in his arms and closed his eyes. Soon the teacher's voice faded away and visions began to dance across his eye lids. He would be lying if he said he didn't dream about Quidditch. Every 16 year old boy did. Well, almost every 16 year old boy. Draco's Quidditch dreams had a slight twist. He giggled to himself. Draco Malfoy was not one to giggle but he did with "these" dreams. Beautiful veela riding broomsticks wearing nothing but only having their long, silvery blonde hair covering their most, he giggled again, privet areas. One usually stood out. This one's hair was a bit darker but he never saw her face. "Draco...." What's this? She was speaking this time. "Draco...wake up...." His eyes snapped open, hoping against hope that he would be face to face with his dream vixen.

"What the hell?!" he screamed when he saw the face of the person that woke him. Crabbe was right there, just inches from Draco's face. "What in the hell do you think you're doing, you ape?"

Crabbe screwed up his face. "Class is over. Just thought you would like to know." He got up warily and walked out the door. Time for lunch.

The Great Hall hummed with excitement of the first day of classes so far. Draco sat down and grumbled.

"Why so grouchy Malfoy?" asked a voice at his side. Zabini beamed at him.

"Do you even have to ask? Or haven't you noticed that we have nearly every class with Gryffindors this year?"

"Oh, I noticed but it's a good thing! More time to beat on them!" Zabini shoveled food on his plate. "And besides all my classes are good all but one are with my Doll Face."

"I thought I told you never to call me Doll." Jennifer walked down and sat across from the two.

"I didn't call you Doll, I called you Doll Face and there is a difference."

"There is?" asked Draco. "What's the difference?"

Jennifer looked at Zabini with questioning eyes. Draco hid a laugh.

"Well, you see, um...well, it's like this....OH! Look at the time! I need to get to the library before the next class!" He got up, kissed Jennifer, and hurried out the Great Hall.

"Why's he going to the library? We haven't got any homework yet! Oh, well," she sighed.

"I can't see how you ever agreed to go out with that, how should I put this? Dick?" Draco asked through bites of food.

"Bite me, Malfoy," she growled as she threw a piece of bread at him.

"Naw, that's okay. You're not my type. I'd actually have to like the person before I bit them."

"Shut the hell up and eat your food, dumbass!"

"Why? It's just so much fun aggravating you!" It was true, he did love aggravating her.

"I'm sure Pansy would love you're company right about now. You know she drools over you?"

"No she doesn't, she actually drools over Zabini, literally!"

"Draco, when are you ever going to let that drop?" She stared at him. Unblinking. This was the look that always made him uneasy around her. It was a great look but it was the look like she wanted to kill you. It would thrill you and scare you all at the same time. He looked around, trying to avoid staring into her violet eyes, afraid of what he might do. As he did this, he noticed Pansy was no where in sight.

"I'll drop it when you realize how much of a pig he is."

"You're more of a pig then he is. I can see how you goggle at girls. Checking out their asses as they walk down the hallways. I even saw you checking Ginny Weasley out last year. And I though you could sink no lower then Pansy."

"Hey! You would too if you were a fifteen year old boy with my hormones!"

"I really don't want to hear this conversation anymore so I'm just going to get up and head outside so you can be with these two gentlemen alone." She pointed at Crabbe and Goyle. He could have sworn he saw a slight blush come across their cheeks.

"Aww! Come on Jenny! Don't leave! We're having so much fun!"

"It's the only way I can get away from you for a minute." With that, she got up and left the room.

"Bugger! She is a bit much!" he exclaimed.

"But she's awfully pretty," said Goyle.

"Bah! I'm going outside. Don't follow me! I might become dumb in your presents." He got up, leaving the two alone. As he walked outside, she stopped by the lake and threw a few stones in. All of the sudden, a thought struck him. When was his father owling him with the date of his initiation to the Circle? He didn't want to become a Death Eater. He didn't want to be like his father but everyday, a little bit of him turned into Lucius. He picked up a rock and threw it at a tree.

"Are you mad at the tree? What did it do? Call you ferret boy?"

"Shut up," he whirled around. "My, my, are we having mood swings? One minute you're yelling at me, the next you're acting civil."

Jennifer stood there and beamed at him. "No, it's just my turn to aggravate you. Now, what did that damn tree do?"

"Nothing," he snapped.

"Damn! Sorry I asked! Well, I'm heading to class." She started to walk away but turned back around. "You coming?"

He looked at her like she grew another head. "What has gotten into you?"

"Fine, stay there! I don't give a damn!" Turning on her heals she walked away.

He grabbed his bag and threw it over his shoulder, threw one last rock and walked towards the greenhouses for Herbology. 'She is being so bloody strange. Next thing I know, I'll find her crying her eyes out!' he thought to himself as he walked.

He took his usual seat between Crabbe and Goyle. Potter and his gang entered soon after. Slowly and stealthily, Draco put his foot in the walk way. He couldn't have hoped for a better reaction. Granger tripped right over his foot landing on her face. "What's the matter Mudblood? Walk much?"

Weasley took out his wand ready to hex Draco right on the spot but the teacher walked in before anything happened. Walking by, Potter kicked Draco hard in the shin. "Bloody hell!" The bell rang and everyone went to their seats.

"Good afternoon," said Professor Sprout. Sprout was a dumpy looking witch with very fly away gray hair. She was rather short too. "In a moment, I will hand you a card that has your name on it and on the other side, the name of a partner you will be working with on a project. You will have one day in class to figure out how you are going to do it then, then rest you will have to do outside of class. This project is due before the Christmas Holidays giving you enough time to make it as perfect as you can. I won't take anything less then your best though." She walked around and passed out the cards. "I don't want to hear any complaining. I've put you with this partner for my own reasons and you may not change partners. When you see who you are working with, please go and sit by then as soon as possible."

There was a fluttering sound of paper as everyone turned over their cards. Slowly, Draco turned his over. He would absolutely go crazy if he had Weasley or Granger, or even worse, Potter for a partner. He took a deep breath and looked at the name. "Oh, thank Merlin!" Written on the card was the name Jennifer Hall. He got up and went to sit by her. "Looks like we're stuck together."

She looked at him under her lashes. "Merry bloody Christmas to me."

"Huh, you might want to tone down on the excitement. I don't think I could stand it much longer."

Jenny cocked an eyebrow. "I hope you don't expect me to do all the work. You know how I am at Herbology. I can sum it up in two words. I suck!"

"Well, you don't have to worry. I'll help. I don't want to have to explain to my father why I got such a bad grade on such a simple project."

"Surprise, genius. We don't know what we're doing yet so how do you know it's easy? It may be the hardest thing we ever have to do," she said.

"Fine, I take the whole damn thing back. You happy now?"

They sat there, at their table in silence. The only noise was the scratching of Jennifer's quill against paper. Draco looked at her then down at the paper. She wasn't writing anything, she was drawing. It was a very detailed picture of a flower with a small butterfly atop it. "Hey, that's good."

She looked up, with wide eyes. "What in the hell are you doing looking! Can't you just look somewhere else?"

"I would but there's nothing much too look at anyways. I'm not fascinated by looking at dirt or the people in this room," he said through a smirk. "Come on! I know you want me."

"You know what?" She sighed. "You're right."

A famous Draco grin came a crossed his face. "Of course I'm right. Who wouldn't want me?"

She leaned closer to him. Her lips were an inch away from his ear. He could feel her warm breath on is neck. "I want you," she reached up and made him look at her, "to shut up." She smiled and turned around.

"Boy, you really have a way with words. If I didn't know any better, I would think you weren't a Slytherin. The way you talk to me."

"Bite me, Malfoy. I don't want to put up with you're shit right now," she said over her shoulder.

"Ahhh, Mr. Malfoy, Miss Hall," said Sprout as she approached their table. "You two will be doing an observation study on the Man-Eating Venus Fly Trap. You will have to observe this specimen for two month while taking good care of it. It will stay in the green house but you will have to come out every day and feed and water it, taking notes on its behavior. When it comes time for you to hand in your project. You will need to turn in a 5 foot parchment on its habits, growth, and feeding progress." She walked away leaving the two alone.

"Man-Eating Venus Fly Trap," said Draco. "Maybe we could feed you to it. No wait. You're too skinny. It might choke on the bones."

"Sod off," was the only words she muttered.

For the rest of the class, Draco sat there thinking. This would be the perfect opportunity to find out what the hell was up with Jennifer. He smiled to himself. He could use his Malfoy Charm on her. Should be easy enough. No one can resist the Malfoy Charm. This was going to be a fun project. The Herbology project would be okay too.

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