"Good morning Draco!" called Pansy with a smile. Draco scowled. He was not a morning person.
"Get out of my way I want my coffee!" He yelled at her, angrily.
"What's up with him?" muttered Ron to Hermione, who were sitting clear across the great hall. Hermione ignored him. She was lost in thought.
"Hermione are you ok?" Ron asked, not really concerned, but annoyed she was not paying attention to him.
"Fine. Sorry what did you say?" She asked, genuinely not caring.
"He is always like this in the morning. Hostile, mean, and Rude," Ron listed off.
"Much like he is through out the day, but ever so slightly more random," Hermione said, not really thinking of what she was saying. She had a filing cabinet in her mind of things she could say in response to Ron's comments about Malfoy. It was convenient and he never noticed, as long as she made sure not to say the same thing twice in one day, and attempt not to look like she had said this line a million times.
"Yes." Ron said. This was how their conversations went. Short, bland, unimportant. Hermione was always too busy to be seen very much by anyone (She spent must of her time locked in her room in her dorm in the Heads Common Room reading) and Ron was too busy getting caught up in the trying to be cool. He lived life the way that seemed he should in order to be like the cool kids. Hermione was in that life very little. Quiet, smart, a word know it alls didn't lead to the cool crowds. Unfortunately she fit that description perfectly. But she didn't mind. She was never too caught up in what every one thought of her, or anyone for that matter. Ron included, so when he started trying to be cool and started suggesting she do the same, she realized she was better than him. Plain and simple.
Harry had become wrapped up in finding the Horcuxes (it was a full time job) and dropped out of school. He hadn't contacted his friends and his friends didn't bother, they knew he was busy and that what he was doing was much beyond their understanding. They accepted it and moved on. Harry was flat out, out of their lives. He was never talked about. He was gone.
As they exited the great hall, into the corridors, Draco bumped into Hermione.
"Mudblood! I just had this jacket cleaned!" He shouted at her.
"Oh well thank you for the latest 'Idiot clothing' update. I like to know what all the pig headed dorks are doing with their clothing. That way when I see it next time I see what you wearing I don't puke." Hermione said. He shoved her and she dropped her bag. She waved her wand and Draco's bag disappeared, its contents scattering.
"Stupid Mudblood." muttered Draco under his breath along with other obstinacies.
"Oh how cute you have learned some new words!" Hermione said. Draco waved his hand telling his friends to move on.
"I can handle her." He muttered, his eyes flickering dangerously. Hermione turned to tell Ron to go to class too, but he already had. They began to clean up the contents of their ripped bags, occasionally throwing each other evil glances. The corridors were empty now so no one saw as the each walked in an opposite direction. They quickly gave each other a high five and a smile.