Hermione just had to know and one person in the whole school had the answer. She raced through Hogwarts looking, hoping to find him before their next class together because she did not think she could last not knowing for that long. After running around the school for far too long, she decided to check with her beloved books in her favorite place, the library. In her excitement and expectation, Hermione dove into the library and into him.
"Hey, Mudblood! Watch where you're going! I'd rather not have my robes soiled by your clumsiness," he sneered.
"Oh, shut it, Malfoy," she huffed. "Just answer a question for me. Is your family originally French?"
One silvery brow rose while the mouth below smirked and said, "Granger, you really must be slipping, insinuating that I might be French is hardly an insult."
"I'm not trying to insult you, you twit. I do have better things to do with my time. So French or not?"
"I neither know nor care. I do know that I am Pureblood, though. Does that help?"
Hermione swirled away, annoyed, calling over her shoulder, "Must be nice to be so stupidly single-minded."
"Granger, stop walking away and explain what that was all about," Draco called after her, halting Hermione in her tracks.
Turning back and smiling sweetly, she said, "Oh, sorry, I was trying to remove my pollution from your air. What is it that you want?"
"I want an explanation. What is it to you if my family is French or not?"
"Like you care what I think?"
"Damn it, I don't, but I will know why you're asking about my family," snarled Draco exasperatedly.
"What? Scared? It isn't worth all that, really. I just thought of something ironic while reading. If I am correct, and I usually am, your last name means "bad faith" in French and, well, considering your "connections," it was just kinda ironic and a little sad. Nothing really, my curiosity just got the better of me."
Draco gaped, open mouthed, after Hermione as she swept down the hallway. He stood there, composing himself, wondering why she thought of that and him and why the hell he was glad she, too, had realized the ironies of his life.
The End
A/N: I am a total Dramione shipper, but I so could not write one were they end up happy together, so this was the best I could do. (Trust me, Draco would be all OOC and I don't handle that too well.) This was fun anyway. I do wonder though, if I am actually the first to think of this whole Malfoy meaning bad faith thing. I was reading some fanfics the other day and remembered this old lay I read, like ten years ago, with these three evil knight brothers named Sans Foi (without faith), Sans Merci (without mercy) and Sans Joie (without joy). I also took French in hs, so et voila! This fic arrived! I'm pathetic, but I'm happy!