"Good morning, class," the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Tueri, said walking into the classroom. "As this is your seventh year, I am assuming you have dealt with dark creatures, and getting rid of them - or at least avoiding them - and dark spells - those with reverses and counter curses, and those without. So, this year we will work on the most important aspect of dealing with any enemy. Understanding them." Tueri took a moment to scan the classroom before proceeding. "Now, as you can see, you are paired up with - let's just say, not your favorite person to work with. Yes, there is method to my madness. I realize I will not only be 'torturing' you, but myself as well, but the lesson learned will be rewarding - I hope. So for tomorrow, you will all think of your favorite food, and your least favorite food, and sharing them - yes actually eating them - with your partners." The tone rang. "Have a good evening," she called to the departing students.

"I can't believe she put you with Malfoy!" Ron exclaimed as they left. "She must know that you hate each other."

"Perhaps that's why she put Harry with him, Ron," Hermione answered. "After all, perhaps she's hoping he'll start understanding his arch nemesis."

"Mmmm, yeah," Harry murmured. However, his mind was on their assignment. Favorite food, hmmm...strawberries. Yes, fresh strawberries in a bowl of milk and sugar. Least favorite? No problem - definitely squid. A few feet away, a similar conversation was being held between the Slytherins. Pansy turned to Draco, "I can't believe she put you with Potter! And I thought I had it bad being put with the Mudblood, but I seriously think you got the worst end of the deal."

"Mmmm, yeah," Draco replied absentmindedly, thinking more on the assignment. Favorite food, huh, that's odd, never really thought of it before, but, yeah, definitely strawberry shortcake. Now, let's see, least favorite... breaded calamari. There was one homework assignment done. Snape would of course make up for it next block.

"We will be doing partner potions this term," Snape announced. Draco groaned; working with Goyle was an easy way to fail. Harry and Ron exchanged a grin. "I think it's time to break up the Dream Team. Potter! You work with Malfoy. Weasely, work with Goyle. And Granger work with Parkinson." Harry drifted into a reverie of the numerous ways he would kill Professor Snape, and Professor Tueri as well, for that matter.

"Move, Potter," Goyle spat out. Although he was not anxious to work with the Weasel, he never passed up an opportunity to push Harry around.

Without a word, or a glance towards Goyle, Harry picked up his bag, and equipment, and resolutely moved to Draco's table. "Aren't you going to love this year," Harry quipped as he sat down. "What do you mean?" Draco asked, his tone, obviously confused.

"We're going to have to work together after classes. All those times you can kill me."

"Who said I wanted to kill you?" Draco was shocked. Yes, he despised Potter, and he loved tormenting the dark-haired boy, but kill him? No. I'd rather kiss him, Draco thought. Wait a minute where did that come from?

"Your father has said so much about wanting to kill me; I just assumed you did too."

"No, I don't. I'm not like my father. I'm not a Death Eater, and I never will be, no matter what he thinks." Draco's voice seemed to catch, but it soon resumed its natural drawl. Harry assumed it was his imagination.

A/N: Well, that's just a repost. And hey, guess what? Chapter Two really is coming, now.