Chapter 1- Sorry's Not Good Enough

"Hermione Granger", Professor McGonagall called out her name. Hermione could feel her stomach doing somersaults. It's gonna be ok. It's gonna be ok. Oh, gosh. I hope I won't be in Hufflepuff. Oh, wait. I'd rather be a Hufflepuff than in Slytherin. Those guys look like they'd eat me alive.

"Gryffindor!" The sorting hat yelled, and she could hear the cheers from the Gryffindor table. As the feast began, she looked around. I'm in the same house as Harry Potter!... And the redhead with the smudge on his nose. And I didn't get to Slytherin. Although that Malfoy git sure did. Pfft. It's probably a dream come true for him to be in that house

Draco felt the back of his neck tingle and turned around. The bushy haired Granger was glaring at her.

Why is she looking at me like that?

Gee, I don't know, Malfoy. Maybe because you called her a mudblood.

So? It's not like I was making things up. She is a mudblood.

You only called her that because you're scared of what your father might say. Coward.

All night, he stayed awake. Thinking of what he called her. Mudblood. He always thought it was a nasty word. That was the first time he ever said it. But he knew how Lucius felt about non-magic folk. If he found out that Draco sort of liked a muggle. He might hurt him. Or worse. He might hurt her...

Meanwhile, in the girls' dorm in Gryffindor, a certain little girl was having a dream...

The blonde, gray-eyed boy was smirking. Gosh. How I hate the way he smirks. He thinks he's all that because he's a pureblood. What a jerk. And suddenly, he was calling people over. A crowd surrounded her. Laughing at her. Calling her a mudblood. The surroundings started to whirl. But she could still see them. She could still hear them. And then it stopped. It was just her and Malfoy again. Still smirking. "I can't talk to you because you see, Granger... You're a mudblood."

The next morning, Hermione was in the library looking for the definition of mudblood when she saw Malfoy approach her. "Granger, I need to talk to you." She pretended not to hear him. "Granger! Are you deaf or something? I'm talking to you!" Hermione looked up at him and smirked (That's right, people. Malfoy's not the only one who knows how to smirk). "Oh. I"m sorry, I thought you weren't allowed to talk to me. Seeing as I'm a mudblood and all that. People might actually see you and think we're friends or something."

Malfoy didn't know what surprised him more. The fact that Granger could do an impressive smirk, or that he was the one she was smirking at. "I was going to apologize. But now I don't see why I should."

Hermione was about to say something, but then changed her mind. "You're right. I didn't want people thinking we were friends. And now I know why. Being friends with you would just be a waste of my time."

"Yeah? Well, who asked you to be friends with me, anyway? I certainly didn't! In fact, I was fine before you came and talked to me. So why don't you just run along to your two stupid goons? Everyone knows you're nothing without them. No one would think you were all that if it weren't for your so-called friends or your money." Hermione fought back.

"SILENCE!"

Both of them turned around and saw Madame Pince turning an awful deep red and making her way towards them. "What do you think you're doing? Yelling in my library? If you two won't quit your annoying little squabble... Then GET OUT!"

They both hurried out of the library. "Great! Now look what you did! We haven't started classes yet, and you already got us into trouble!" Hermione said to Malfoy. "Me? You were the one yelling!" He yelled back. "You came over and started insulting me. What were you expecting me to do? Just stand there and take it without a fight? Pfft. You wish!" She hissed and walked away from him.

What is wrong with that girl? She's always yelling at me, making me feel worthless and saying things I don't really mean. No one's ever talked to me like that. All the girls I talk to are usually giggling. But Granger? Gad. She's madder than Dumbledore, that one.