It was a normal day at Hogwarts, students loitering the hallway, chattering about. Everything was the same, except maybe for a furious Hermione Granger. She was holding a bouquet of roses, and when I say bouquet, I meant a big, very, very big, huge, no, enormous bouquet. And when I say holding I meant she was hugging the bouquet. She almost tripped once or twice since she can't really see where she was going.

Now, you might be wondering, why the hell is she furious? I mean, she just received a bouquet of roses, right? And not just a bouquet, a huge one. Most girls dream of being given one. But then again, our Hermione's not most girls, isn't she?

She arrived the Great Hall and immediately search for the blond who sent her the flowers. She spotted him laughing with his friends at the end of the Slytherin table. She walked towards where he sat, muttering about how he was such a show-off git.

"Ah, Granger. I see you've received my gift." He said with a smirk when he saw her approach.

"I'm here to return them, Malfoy. I told you before and I'm only going to repeat it once. I don't need your gifts. Now here's your flowers so you can shove it up where the sun doesn't shine." She dropped the bouquet at the table and walked away, muttering about how she doesn't even like roses.