HERMIONE
"Hey, Granger. If I didn't't know any better I'd say you were trying to avoid me."
I stopped in my tracks and turned. "No more than usual, Malfoy." I rolled my eyes and turned to keep walking, but Malfoy grabbed my wrist. "Hey, I just got out of the hospital wing. Amazing that I can even walk, although my ankle is still a bit sore. Be nice to the cripple Granger." He pouted before his face resumes his normal sneer.
I smile to myself as I remember Malfoy taking a spectacular dive from his broom at last nights Quidditch match after copping a bludger to the shin. The image of Malfoy crumpled on the ground nearly brought tears of bliss to my eyes.
"Too bad it didn't't hit you in the face. It could've only improved your appearance." I return Malfoy's smirk.
This was not entirely true. After the summer holidays and our return to Hogwarts 6th years I had noticed a sudden change in a lot of people. Neville Longbottom had become less nervous and forgetful, although so much as a raised eyebrow from Snape was enough to make him nearly wet his pants. Ron managed to string a sentence together in front of any attractive girls… just before he fainted. Even Malfoy had changed. His hair had grown out and was no longer slicked back in that dorky 1st Year-do. And he had filled out muscle wise so that his head no longer looked so disproportionate to his body. He'd acquired a nice set of abs over the break too… or so I've heard.
"Look, Malfoy, if its pity you want, you've come to the wrong place. " He flinched at the thought that a Malfoy would want pity. I adjusted my bag strap. Standing in the corridor alone was staring to get uncomfortable.
"You know, you're not exactly along here." Malfoy said, as if reading my thoughts. His eyes narrowed and he looked at me, as if daring me to fall at his feet Pansy Parkinson style. I grinned.
"Your right Malfoy I'm not alone." I gingerly stepped froward, looking at my shoes. "I'm with the amazing bouncing ferret!" I suppressed a snort,. Malfoy, obviously shocked at my comment, looked like his ego had been deflated. I leant against a suit of armour as flashbacks of Malfoy being bounced around the hallway in the form of a ferret played before my eyes.
"Har-ha. Your quite the comedian, for a mud blood." Malfoy sneered the last word, hoping to hit a nerve.
My cheeks burned but I wasn't about to let Malfoy ruin my day. "I'd rather be a mud blood than an inbred pureblood. " I slung my backpack over my shoulder took one last look at the shocked look on Malfoys face (I committed it to memory) before continuing down the hall.
"See you later ferret boy!" I called over my shoulder, hearing Malfoy curse under his breath.