Aimless Draco Torture: It's funny, trust me!
Hermione started as she ran into a broad, tall chest. Looking up into the cold, grey eyes of Malfoy, she quickly backed up a step.
"Mudblood! Watch where you're going!" he snarled.
She mumbled an apology and slid out of his way. She walked a few steps, furious with herself for backing down so easily. She was just leaving the Great Hall after lunch, and it hadn't been all her fault! Malfoy should be watching out too!
Hermione turned back around and stode towards his retreating form, intent. Turning him around sharply, she loosed all the rage that hadn't been let out since third year when she had snapped last. She blew all her anger into one loud shout.
"DRACO MALFOY'S A EUNICH!"
There was dead silence in the Great Hall for all of three seconds before the shocked snickers broke out. Malfoy himself was sputtering, trying to recover from the unexpexcted blow. Hermione smirked. She hadn't realized how much she would enjoy that!
"I am not!" Malfoy finally shouted back, red-faced.
"Denial is not just a river in Egypt, Malfoy," replied Hermione smartly.
"What would you know anyways, Mudblood? It's not like you would know!"
"Then tell me, Malfoy, who would? Unless ou don't want to tell us because you're secretly gay, too?"
"I AM NOT A FUCKING POOF!"
"He doth protest too much. Maybe we could get you a support group. Show, of hands, who else here is a gay eunich? Goyle, we know, but who else? maybe we could set you two up while we're at it!" Goyle went an extraordinary shade of purple at this comment.
"You litlle dirty blooded whore! I'll kill you!" he said, reaching for his wand.
"Good! Anger is the second step to acceptance! And blaming someone else is the third! We'll have you announcing your status to the Daily Prophet in no time!"
By this time, Malfoy was attempting to shoot hexes at her, but he was literally so angry that he couldn't speak.
"Miss Granger! That is enough!" said Snape, glinding across the floor.
"Why, Professor, do you want to join the support group too? I had no idea! It would explain why you're not married at your age, you know, other than your face, your greasy hair, and propensity to wear black all the time."
With that, she turned and walked away. She turned around at the doors of the Great Hall.
"Hey Draco, I'll set up that meeting and get back to you, okay? Remember, 'I'm gay and I'm okay!'"
Hermione ducked out of the Hall to the sound of student laughter while dodging a hex Draco finally managed to fire off.