AN: iPod Shuffle Challenge – Also known as yours truly does not have any music on her iPod, so she used Pandora. To make it easy, these will all be Dramione pairings.

In case you haven't heard of this type of fic before, it's either oneshots or scenes based off of a song that is randomly selected onto your iPod.

Chapter 1:

Song: "Playing God" by Paramore

Title: Mudblood

Draco and Hermione have a confrontation before potions, and Draco reminds himself of the reasons he can tell that he needs to stay away from Granger.

"Jeez, Granger," he murmured, the Slytherins and Gryffindors grouped together in front of the door of the dungeons. "You mind moving your mudblood self a few feet to my left? I don't want to catch anything."

Hermione's eyes shifted to her left to look at the young, pale man who stood there. She refused to speak, let alone move, settling for simply narrowing her eyes before turning her head away.

"It's a surprise they let them stand so near, let alone breathe the same air," Draco said, a little more loudly this time as he spoke to Crabbe and Goyle, who flanked either side of him.

"Your beliefs aren't school wide Malfoy, and people are a bit smarter than you give them credit for. No one is going to listen to your outdated, incredibly annoying, traditionalistic way of thinking," a voice cut through the air.

Hermione turned to find her savior and grinned at Ginny Weasley, proud that she had recently discussed a topic very similar with the young redhead who had taken it very much to heart, it seemed. The brunette watched as Malfoy rolled his eyes and Ginny sauntered past him, knocking on the potions door before slipping inside. Hermione was quick to remember that Ginny had potions directly before them and must have just excused herself to the ladies room. She was glad that the fiery redhead had such good timing.

"Well, what other opinion should we have expected from a little blood traitor?" He asked his house, eyes narrowing when only a slight murmur of agreement swept through the group.

"Malfoy, you don't seem to realize that the world is growing," Hermione said bravely, wishing she'd made sure Harry and Ron were out of bed so that they'd back her up. "Your ideas are no longer mainstream. Sorry. You're old news."

With that, the potions door burst open and students shuffled both ways –in and out – of the classroom. Hermione locked eyes briefly with Draco before swinging her head around, bushy hair flying behind her and taking a seat in the front.

He watched her as she sat, tearing his eyes away only when the student next to him dropped their bag on the table with a loud BANG. He shook his head and returned to the matter at hand. Old news? He was not old news. He did not have outdated ways of thinking. He huffed. Besides, if he did have old ways of thinking, then why did every time he went around Granger, his stomach began to churn nervously and his palms got sweaty? Not to mention, he always thought about her. He had trouble sleeping the girl was on his mind so often. It was like some innate sense reminding him he should stay away. Surely they were not outdated beliefs. He would know. Just being near Granger made him sick.