"Potter!" He drawled, his familiar sneer beginning to show as he called out to Harry.

"Leaving for the holidays, I see? Going anywhere nice? Not that Weasley dump I hope; you might bring back fleas." Ron clenched his fists, but Hermione put her hand on his shoulder and faced Malfoy herself.

"I don't see you going anywhere for Christmas Malfoy. Why? Has your father finally realised how pathetic you are and made you stay at school instead? At least Ron's family loves him. I'll bet that's more than anyone could say for you."

Harry and Ron stared at her. She looked like she had two years ago just before punching Malfoy in the face. Her bushy hair was practically sparking with electricity, and there was a fire in her narrowed eyes that the boys didn't see very often.

Malfoy took a step forward and looked down his nose at Hermione, who was drawing herself up to look as tall as she could.

"You can't talk about my family like that when your parents are both stupid mudbloods, Granger." He snarled, his blue eyes flickering with contempt.

He stared at her for a few more seconds, then turned away. As he began walking back in the direction of the Great Hall he called over his shoulder, "Oh, and Granger? You might want to be a bit more respectful to me; we're going to have to spend a lot of time together this Christmas break."