The was not happening. This was so not happening. Professor McGonagall had to have made a mistake. I had zoned out as soon as I heard it. No. No! I closed my eyes tightly and pinched the bridge of my nose.
"Miss Granger, are you quite alright," McGonagall's clear voice.
I nodded. "Sorry." I snuck a glance at Draco Malfoy, who stood defiantly and proudly next to me. Great. Now he'd have five times more time to call me 'Mudblood'. I groaned.
"I understand you two aren't the best of friends — "
"Try absolutely not friends," Malfoy sneered.
"— But, you must try and behave this school year. Miss Granger, I don't want anymore violence."
"What?"
Malfoy turned to me. "You punched me in our third year."
"Oh." I blushed. "Right."
"Go to your dorms."
Malfoy swept around, his robes billowing behind him. He left the room.
"It won't be too terrible," McGonagall said.
"I hope not."
I left. How Malfoy was Head Boy, I didn't get. Me being Head Girl didn't come as a surprise; I had good grades, took extra classes, and had a good attitude. Malfoy, on the other hand, didn't get the best grades, took minimum classes, and only had a positive attitude when it came to pushing mine, Ron's and Harry's buttons.
I would just have to study and sleep in the dorm. That's it. No communication was necessary. I took a deep breath and entered the dorm. Malfoy was sitting on the couch with his robes removed, and his white button up shirt on. He rolled his eyes as I walked past him.
"Where you going Granger?"
"What's it to ya," I spat.
"Don't talk to me like that, Mudblood." He had gotten to his feet.
I came at him and pushed him against the wall with his arms pinned above his head. He smiled menacingly.
"What're doing," he asked, egging me on. "Remember what McGonagall said, 'No violence'."
"Shut the hell up, Malfoy." I dropped his arms and turned my back on him.
"I'll do what I feel like Granger, it's my dorm too."
I turned back. "I couldn't give a damn. Leave me alone."
I stormed up to my room for the night, hatred burning inside me.
"Get out of my way," I yelled, shoving him aside, as I entered the bathroom.
I brushed my teeth and pulled my robes on. He blocked my way back out. I pushed him out of the way again and fell into the couch with an anguished groan. He sat in the armchair next to the couch and glared at me.
"What is your problem," I shrieked.
"You. You filthy little, disgusting Mudblood."
I lost it then and there. I was towering over him, my wand out.
"What in Merlin's name is so wrong with Muggle-Borns? Just tell me why you hate me so God damn much!"
He stood up too and took at his wand quickly and shouted, "Expelliarmus."
My wand flew to the other side of the room. He put his wand away. "First of all, I will Body-Bind your ass and leave you here all day if you pull your wand on me again. Second of all, Mudbloods are filthy. That's why I hate them. Coming from Muggles." He shook his head and muttered something under his breath.
I was breathing heavy with rage. "You are a foul git, Malfoy."
"You are a dirty Mudblood, Granger," he countered.
I pushed him back down into his chair and ran to the door.
"Where do you think you're going?"
I bent down and picked up my wand. I opened the door and said, "Anywhere but here.
Potions class was here and we had double with Slytherin. Bloody hell. Like I wanted more Malfoy. Then, as a bonus, Defense Against the Dark Arts with Slytherins as well as Snape. Ron elbowed me to continue my potion as Slughorn drew near.
I put in the next item and busied myself until he walked by.
"What's got you on edge," Ron asked.
"Malfoy," I muttered.
"Surprised you haven't killed him yet," Harry laughed.
"I almost did last night and this morning. We were literally at each others' throats this morning. I even pulled my wand on him again."
Ron smirked. "At least you didn't punch him again. Sure McGonagal would have you for doing it a second time."
I glared at him. "You know, he called me 'Mudblood' three times this morning within five minutes."
"Wow. That's a new record." Harry looked mad. "He's a bad bloke. I don't blame you for pulling your wand on him."
"When my mum and dad know who Malfoy is, that's a bad sign," I mumbled.
"You been talking about him, have you," Goyle said.
"No, I — "
"Talking about me? What have you said, Granger?"
"Nothing," I said flatly
Potions ended on a bad note and Defense started the same way.
