Her fringe streaked down her glowing face, matching her stunning complexion. God, what was he saying! This was Granger he was talking about. She, Hermione was nothing but a know-it-all mudblood. Wait. Hermione? He meant Granger. Obviously he said Granger. Why on earth would he call her by her by her first name. You know what, slip of the tongue. It couldn't have been on purpose. He would never make a mistake like that.
Uggh! No. She was crap, but her friends were even worse. The Weasel and Potty were glaring at him. If they had laser eyes, he would be dead. Okay, they were enemies, but why were they staring at him. He was the one to always start things up. Of course, they were never ones to start a fight. Unless, they were truly offended.
Then it dawned on him. HE had been eyeing Herm - Granger. This could not be happening….