This story gained its inspiration from the picture 'Dirty Little Mudblood' by Laerry on DeviantArt. If you haven't seen it, I suggest you go look it up:) It's pretty cute:)

Takes place in their seventh year of Hogwarts. No Voldie. Only 'blood racism' (as I like to call it)

Disclaimer: Niether the picture, nor the characters are mine.

Hermione

It's so annoying. No, scratch that—He's the annoying one. He's nothing but an arrogant prat who likes to make himself feel better by calling other people names. What he doesn't know is that being called a Mudblood doesn't exactly hurt as much as it did. I mean, I know my blood status and I'm proud of it. Who would've thought that the brightest witch of the age, as some call me, would be muggle-born? Exactly, no one. At least, not many Pure-bloods. I'm proud that I've overcome all of this oppression and have succeeded in being promoted Head Girl of Hogwarts.

Even if the Head Boy is Malfoy. I sighed. I'm still better than him, though he'll never admit it. He always uses me as a punching bag and I'm getting tired of it. I've decided that tonight, when he lays on the stupid insult of the day, that I was going to make him suffer.

I've tried different things to tick him off, but he just scoffed and kept at it, the insufferable git. This time, though, I knew I had to catch him off guard. I just had to be sure to get him in the right situation.

"...And in the seventeenth century, the Goblin rebellion started to..." I had been zoning in and out of the History of Magic teacher for the better part of an hour. I kept thinking about what I was going to do, what I was going to say, and what I was I going to do if I either lost my nerve.

I was so nervous that I couldn't pay attention. I mean, it's not like I didn't know what Professor Binns was talking about as I had already read the textbook twice prior to even getting to school. There's not a lot for a young wizard to do in a town full of unfamiliar muggles. I love my parents, but sometimes they can get annoying.

The bell sounded and I started, not expecting the sound. I quickly gathered my stuff and headed to the Great Hall with everyone else. I met up with Harry and Ron along the way, but at dinner, they talked about the latest Quidditch match between the Harpies and the Cannons. Apparently, it had been brutal. Most of the replacement players were called in for both teams.

I wasn't paying much attention to them, though. My attention was driven towards a certain blond Slytherin that was currently talking to a whiny looking Pansy. He looked over at my table and met my eyes. I tried to pull my gaze away, but he held me there. Then he gave me a look that read, checking me out, are you?

I smirked and looked away. Bloody prat.

The rest of dinner went by so quickly I didn't even remember if I had eaten anything. Considering that my stomach wasn't growling, I reckoned that I had.

I said goodnight to my friends at the base of the Great Staircase and made my way to the Heads dormitory. At the familiar statuette of Circe, a famous Greek sorcerer who turned men to pigs, I took a deep breath, said the password, and entered the common room.

I found Malfoy exactly where I thought he'd be: on the couch, reading. Unfortunately, he noticed my entry and looked up. He smirked. "Hello Mudblood."

I smiled cheerfully. "Hello, Malfoy. How are you?"

He smirked, again. Did he have any other facial expression? "Awful, now that you're here."

I rolled my eyes and scoffed. "Don't pretend you're don't like the fact that I'm here."

"Oh, of course. I enjoy your company as much as I enjoy the idea of sleeping with the Giant Squid."

I chuckled. "Why? He's not that bad."

He looked at me, mock surprise playing across his features. "Granger and the squid. Hmm, never would've guessed that you'd be cheating on the Weasel."

I rolled my eyes. "Ron and I ended a while ago. Didn't you know?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I suppose I should keep a better track on my enemy's love lives." His voiced was laced with sarcasm.

I sighed. "Maybe you should. Then, maybe you could make your insults a bit, oh, I don't know, truthful?"

He rolled his eyes and went back to his book.

My curiosity got the best of me. "What are you reading that's just so interesting, anyway?" I asked as I walked around the couch to sit beside him.

"Hogwarts: A History. I found it on the table today and was completely bored. It's actually not a dull as I would've thought," he shrugged.

I gaped at him. "That's my book, Malfoy! Give it back!" I reached for it but ended up on the floor. I looked up to find him hurrying across the common room.

"Oh, no, Granger. You're never getting this back," he chuckled as he watched me try to get up.

"Why ever not?" I asked menacingly as I stalked back towards him.

He fanned the pages against his face and inhaled deeply. "Because it smells of Mudblood. I have to wash it."

I scowled and ripped the book out of his hands. He folded his arms and chuckled. "Shut it, Malfoy."

I walked away heading towards my dormitory to put my book back. "What?"

I whipped my head around to face him. Now was my chance. "Malfoy, I know we've had our disagreements in the past but I would've thought that as Head Boy, you would've matured a little. Unfortunately, I guess was mistaken."

I turned back around and started stalking up the stairs to my dorm. "Well, at least I'm not a dirty, little, Mudblood," he chuckled.

I dropped the book and ran towards him so fast that even I was surprised. I grabbed his tie to bring him closer to my face, and placed a smirk worthy of a Slytherin on my lips. "Oh, I'll show you what a 'dirty little Mudblood' I can be."

I wasn't sure what compelled me to do it, but his face was priceless. I closed my eyes and pulled on his tie to bring him a little closer. I brushed my lips against his but didn't kiss. A spark of electricity shot through me at the contact. I felt him lean slightly forward, and I quickly pushed him away.

I walked—no, strutted—to pick up the book I had dropped in the rush to get over there. I bent over whilst keeping my knees straight. When I had picked it up, I walked back over to Malfoy. I smirked at the look on his face: open mouthed, wide eyed, beat red. I pulled him down by his tie once more to whisper in his ear.

"Goodnight—Draco," I purred. He shuddered, and I smirked. Oh, I was going to show him, alright. And that was promise.

A little OOC maybe but I saw the picture and really wanted to write about it. Hope you like it. It's also a lot shorter than most One-Shots I write...

Uh, I guess, just review my friends with ideas, or critics, or compliments, or flames, I don't really care:) I just like feedback.

Thanks:)

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