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If there was a color Hermione Granger hated immensely, it would be green. Not that it reminded her trees, the mountains or the spring; it simply clicked in her mind with the numerous images of sly, smirking, arrogant faces and one basic name to group them, Sytherins. She was perfectly aware of stereotyping people like this was unfair and unethical but she just couldn't seem to control herself. While taking deep breaths to calm herself down, she frantically tried to erase the horrid memory of what happened a few minutes ago from her mind. Ugh, who she was kidding with? Despite struggling to forget one face and every particular detail associated to that face for seven long and painful years, she was welcomed to reality every day by his pathetic presence. Her attempt backfired, her state of mind betraying her as a platinum blond haired, gray-blue eyed, gratuitously and charmingly handsome boy portrait appeared in her mind. She shook her head furiously to dispose of the image and let out an enraged sigh when she realized she couldn't cope with him even in her own mind. When she started to climb the endless-looking, stone stairs, the memory gained vivid, vigorous colors.

1 hour ago

"Hermione, are you gonna have that one?," Ron managed to say with a full mouth of potatoes, chicken and grapes if Hermione could spot and smell right. She followed his pointing fingers to see chicken wings on her plate uninterestedly, trying to keep her sanity. During their seven years of their friendship, Hermione never got used of being cut off in the middle of a sentence by Ron's redundant, stupid comments. She simply said no between gritted teeth while she turned her gaze back to Harry's waiting eyes.

Just as she opened her mouth to form one of her smart remarks which gained her the reputation 'brightest witch of the generation', a sneer sound behind her stopped her dead at tracks. She didn't need to look at the back to recognize who it was, no, after seven years of torment by him she became quite familiar with his aggravating grin and scorn.

"Malfoy," she spat sternly, careful to express every single drop of hatred she felt inside against him. "Well well, if it isn't the Mudblood," he grinned brutally.

"You should expand your vocabulary knowledge sometime, you know. Same words, same insults. Don't you have any other insults in your tiny little brain of yours, ferret?," she didn't bother to turn her gaze at him ,still holding her gaze on Harry.

"As you wish, Miss Oh-I'm-So-Smart-But-Lack-Of-A-Life. But where did you get the idea that I was trying to insult you? I happened to state the facts that everyone is aware of, nobody would disagree with my point," he let his eyes roam around the crowd, ensuring nobody dares commenting.

"Just go away, Malfoy! Don't you have anything else to do, like signing autographs for your first year admirers or thinking about how pathetic and miserable your life is?" Hermione snapped, feeling her fuse rising.

"Aw, but who would gain your empty, lonely life a movement then? And do I feel ablaze envy? No surprise ,Mudblood, since there's no single soul looking at your direction," he smirked viciously, holding his icy, piercing gaze on her.

She felt everyone's glaze on her, expectant to hear another reply packed with hatred and irritation. But instead of calling him perfectly matched names or telling him how insufferable and unworthy he was, she swallowed a couple times, trying to gulp down the competition and rage forming inside her. She could feel her face reddening and sweating instantaneously from the visionary punch she received and Malfoy's smirk wasn't helping her to calm down. She wanted to obliterate that bothersome beam and show him he wasn't in his Mansion and he could NOT boss around, insult people with his idiotic gang. She tightened her fists and looked directly in his eyes when something captured her and controlled her mouth.

"It's none of your business, ferret. But just for your information, I do have a boyfriend!" Her eyes grew wilder when she realized what she had just said. OH God, she thought, what did I get myself into? She couldn't find the courage to look at the crowd, including Harry and Ron. Only a pair of eyes stayed unimpressed, icy and motionless. They pierced her without mercy while seeking to read inside her. Draco Malfoy took one step towards their table and leaned her hand near Ron's plate.

"And who is he, I wonder?"

"Again, none of your business!"

"Then, he must be one of Lovegood's friends. Do you really think I would believe you?"

"I don't," she said, encouraged by her rage .Despite knowing that she would regret it later, temper that remained packed inside her for seven years overwhelmed. "That's why I'll show him to you tonight in the library."

When the memory slowly lost its colors and faded away, Hermione Granger gave out a cavernous, long sigh. And how will I do that ? ,she thought depressingly.Maybe Luna's friends aren't that bad ,after all. It sure was going to be a long day.