"God, how ridiculous is it that we still have to take Charms?" Draco Malfoy seethed as he walked down the hall with his two best friend, Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe. He had only just had his morning coffee, and it was clearly not going to be enough to get him to lunch. "I mean, Merlin's sake, it's kid's stuff. I mean, I've been conjuring patronuses since I was seven."
Without looking at his friend, Goyle says, "What's a patronus?"
Malfoy rolls his eyes and keeps walking, "Whatever, lads. One more year, and we're out of this place for good." AndIcangoworkattheMinistry,wherepeopleactuallyrespectgoodbreeding, but Malfoy did not say that out loud.
The three boys headed up the stairs and take the hidden passageway over to Charms classroom ("I mean, how does nobody else know about this? It's just so obvious."). Just as Draco was about to open the door, it flew open, and a mousy-haired, frizzy-headed girl nearly ran into him and knocked him over.
Malfoy jumped back in disgust, "Watch it, Granger!" Malfoy dramatically adjusted his robes.
Hermione just kind of ducked her head down and muttered, "Sorry, Malfoy." There was a kind of urgency to her tone. "Professor Flitwick wanted me to run back to get the levitating glass of orange juice that I conjured up over the summer, and I don't want to miss any of his lecture."
Malfoy just rolled his eyes, and pushed past her, "Whatever, just get out my way." He muttered, too quiet for anyone else to have heard.
Taking their usual seats in the back of the room, the three boys talked more about the stuff that they did over the summer - Crabbe only getting to second base with Lavender Brown ("Could see why Weasley gave her up"), Goyle going to a muggle concert and silently messing around with the lights ("God, they're such idiots.").
"Settle down, class, settle down!" Flitwick squeaked from the front of the room. He began his traditional welcome-back-to-Hogwarts-you're-going-to-have-to-work-harder-than-last-year speech. Malfoy rolled his eyes, and slumped into a half sitting up and half sleeping position. Just as Flitwick was talking about all the advanced spells that they were going to do ("You might even get to try a self-levitation charm, if you're good!"), Hermione burst back into the class, a glass of orange juice floating at her side.
Flitwick gave her a giant grin, and Malfoy snorted at the sight. OfcourseFlitwickfavorsher-everybodyknowshowmuchhelovesMudbloods, Draco thought snidely. Hermione rushed back to her seat in the front row and started scribbling notes as fast as she could.
"Now," Flitwick said, "This is something I thought you'd all find very interesting." He pulls out his wand and summons the floating glass over to him. "Miss Granger made this herself over the summer, a very impressive feat for anybody let alone someone who is still in school. It takes a very complex amount of..."
Flitwick bleats on about the intricacies of creating an object that will perpetually float and ooh-how-wonderful-is-Granger-in-all-her-charming-glory-praise-her-magical-wisdom. Draco rolls his eyes more times than he can quantify, and finds himself unconsciously shaking his head. Fucking,Hermione,thought Draco,whothehellwouldeveractuallyshagher?