A/N: Just something I wrote because I was bored. I might continue it if if you readers tell me to. So...Please R&R!
Hermione was thoroughly annoyed. Thanks to Harry and Ron, she had missed her carefully planned study session for the OWLS.
They had come to her, babbling about an emergency and how she had to come as quickly as she could. So, naturally, she hurried off to meet them, missing her session, only to discover that Umbridge had simply given Harry another set of detentions. What a surprise.
Hermione didn't understand why Harry couldn't just agree with the old hag and say that You-Know-Who was dead. Granted, Harry hated to submit to another's will, and he was back, but it would save everybody time, pain, and studying.
Still desperate to cram in more studying time, Hermione hurried off to the Library right after breakfast. She walked quickly down the halls, she only had about five minutes before the first bell rang for Transfiguration.
She was about to round the corner when she ran into somebody. The person, and Hermione, went flying. Books from the other's arms spewed across the hall's narrow passage.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," Hermione said, scrambling up. She reached down to give the person a hand.
"It's fine," the person said, thankful for the help. They smiled at Hermione, but as soon as they saw her face, they scowled."Granger," Malfoy said coldly.
Hermione gave Draco a potent stare, "Malfoy."
"What are you doing here Mudblood?" Malfoy said giving her a disdainful once-over.
Hermione stiffened, but no longer took offense from the name. Draco had called other people much, much worse things. Plus in the realm of name calling 'mudblood' was pretty weak.
"Studying, am I correct to assume you were doing the same?" she said glancing at the strewn books.
Draco also looked at his fallen books and bent down to collect them.
Hermione had already straightened up and was prepared to leave when a thought occurred to her.
"How does a pureblood, such as yourself," she asked carefully, "even need studying? I assumed that when You-Know-Who took over, education would go down the hole, just like mudbloods."
Draco stiffened, "Don't you have somewhere to be Hermione?"
Hermione knew that even though his parents were Death Eaters, Draco would never go along with his parents scheme, at least not willingly. Malfoy could be cruel, but he could never be as harsh as the rest of his family.
Hermione smirked and walked off to the library. It wasn't until a whole hour later that she realized, Malfoy called Hermione, Hermione. Not Granger, not Mudblood...odd.
Disclaimer: The characters in this fanfic are not mine, they are property of J.K. Rowling.