"Hermione, would you quit worrying already! You're going to be fine." Ron exclaimed as the Golden Trio walked down to the Great Hall for breakfast. Hermione felt like she was about to explode from worry.

"Ron's right, 'Mione, you're probably the only one in Gryffindor that will pass Snape's exam. You've got nothing to fret about. Ron and I, on the other hand, should be freaking out right now." Harry said, trying to keep his potions notes safe from the food flying out of Ron's mouth as he talked.

"Seriously, Hermione, you've been studying nonstop since Snape told us the date of the test. And besides, since when have you ever made lower than an O in there?" Ron continued talking with his mouth full until Hermione finally told him to "eat some of the food instead of spewing it all over hers" and he shut up. Turning her attention back to her carefully organized notes, Hermione went over some last minute ingredients in making the Blood Replenishing potion.

Just after rereading the correct way to dice the lizard tail, an oh to familiar taunting voice came from behind her.

"What's the matter Granger? Afraid you'll blow up the caldron like Longbottom? Figures that a Gryffindunce would be so unprepared as to study at the last nanosecond." Draco Malfoy chuckled mercilessly at the girl before him. You think that after six years of being in school with the trio that he would have known better, but alas, he did not.

"Malfoy, why don't you go find a cliff and jump off it with cinderblocks tied to your ankles." Hermione retorted. She would have tolerated his petty insults like any other time he had harassed her, but she was sleep deprived and irritable at the moment, so it was unwise to cross her.

"Pitiful comeback as ever, Mudblood, you would think that even someone with your limited knowledge could make a better one." Malfoy smirked as Hermione shoved her things into her bag and stood up. Harry and Ron did the same.

"I would love to keep playing 'who has the shortest fuse' with you, but it seems that I don't have time for this nonsense today. Unlike you, I have to earn my O's instead of having my father pay for them, so if you would kindly step aside." Hermione glared at Draco until he gave in and stepped out of the way. Satisfied, Hermione and company walked out of the Great Hall. Once inside the corridors, Harry and Ron started cursing Draco's name.

"That git! When we play Slytherin this weekend, I'm aiming the bludger at his head!" Ron spat.

"The nerve of that ferret! Calling you a mudblood, that just crossed the line…AGAIN! When I get that prat cornered in Quidditch practice…" Harry's eyes flared in fiery.

"Don't bother guys, he's not worth it." Hermione said with a small glint of hurt in her eye. She was still trying to control her emotions after being called that name for the…22994th time since the beginning of school, each just a reminder of the last. Apparently, Malfoy would never get tired of calling her that name, if for no reason other than that it annoyed her.

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