"How dare you show your ugly little ferret face in here, Malfoy! I can't believe you could be so insensitive and conceited! She wanted you to answer her later!" she yelled. Hermione Granger was now standing in the great hall on top of one of the Gryffindor benches yelling at Draco Malfoy, after seeing him rather brutally reject Daphne Greengrass' love confession. She didn't know why she was defending the girl but she wanted to yell at somebody and this was a good excuse. Well an excuse anyway.
"Oh really, for the smartest witch of our age, you really are quite dumb aren't you? And you really shouldn't lie to yourself." He smirked in reply. Draco Malfoy was now standing on the Slytherin table next to the Gryffindor's. Showing off his well-muscled torso after explaining exactly why he was God's gift to girls everywhere and he was too good to keep to one woman.
"What are you on about now?" Hermione was now on even ground as she had crossed the aisle and stepped up onto the Slytherin table in between a bowl of mashed potatoes and roast turkey platter, leaving less than a foot of space between the irritating wizard and her.
"First," He counted on his fingers "You know very well that I can be insensitive. I mean exactly when was I sensitive to you about your dirty blood issue. Second, I'm not being conceited; I truly am too good to be only for one girl. And third, my face is not ugly, nor does it resemble a ferret's in any way, shape or form." He held up his three fingers in Hermione's face looking quite smug.
"Well, if you look from this angle…" she trailed off with a smile as she received a glare from the blond.
Blaise Zabini, the blond's best friend, decided to speak up from his seat at the bench "It's a nice view from this angle. Do I see lace?" In her fury, Hermione had forgotten that she was wearing a skirt and was standing above and directly in front of the leering boy, giving him a prefect view of her panties under her skirt.
Hermione shrieked and jumped from the table. Leaving a remarkable shoe-shaped mark on Zabini's face and a bleeding nose on her way to the floor and then out the Great Hall doors.
"Lace? Really? What colour were they?" Draco asked before he could stop himself. The question shocked everyone in the Great Hall. As everyone stared at the blond boy, his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink, Zabini managed to collect himself, despite the blood now dripping from his nose.
"Green!"
All eyes were on the dark boy at that moment then collectively turned to the Great Hall doors where a stunned Hermione stood with wide eyes. She ran to her table grabbed her forgotten bag and spun on Draco, who was now starting to get down from the table, and Blaise, still sitting on his bench. With all the strength she could muster her bag collided with the side of Zabini's face, throwing him into the unsteady Malfoy, (now crouching on the table with one foot on the ground between the bench and the table) sending both of them to the floor in a groaning heap of limbs. Not looking to see the damage done to the two boys Hermione sprinted from the room with tears of embarrassment stinging her eyes.
AN: This is my first fanfic ever so please help me out. Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated.