Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter.
Bloody Git
Hermione sat at her desk, listening to Professor Snape drone on and on about how Neville had screwed up his potion. She pulled out a piece of arithmancy homework and began checking it over.
"Furthermore, you are completely useless when it comes to potion-making and…Miss Granger, what are you doing?" Snape asked.
"Nothing," she said, hurriedly putting her quill down.
"I will ask again, what are you doing?"
"Checking my arithmancy homework," she replied in a small voice, "but I just got it out, and—"
"Nonsense, you've had it out the entire time I've been talking," he said viciously.
"I really haven't; I swear!" she cried.
"You clearly don't feel you need to pay attention, do you Miss Granger? Ten points from Gryffindor. If I ever catch you ignoring me again, it will be fifty, you overachieving know-it-all." Snape finished.
"Leave her alone!" Ron said, standing up.
"Sit down Weasely. Your chivalry is misplaced."
Hermione tugged at Ron's arm, begging him to sit down, but he ignored her.
"Why don't you pick on someone your own size, you bloody git?"
"Fifty points from Gryffindor and two weeks detention Weasely."
Ron finally sat down and Malfoy sniggered.
"Shove off Malfoy."