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"Let's go to Scrivenshaft's first. I need new quills, and so do you two," Hermione said to the two boys.
"Yes mum," Ron grumbled.
Hermione dragged the others down to the quill shop, and went inside. She and Ginny immediately started looking at ones of different colours, ones that sparkle, quills of every kind. The boys went in, grabbed the first quills they saw, and went up to the counter to pay.
"Hermione, Ginny, meet us at Quidditch Supplies," Harry told her. She nodded absentmindedly. Ginny finally decided on a red quill with gold sparkles, and rainbow ink, and Hermione decided on a black quill with emerald green sparkles and silver and black ink. They paid, and walked down the street to the Quidditch store, waving at all the other students they knew, stopping for a while to chat with Luna Lovegood, sporting earrings that looked like cucumbers.
"We're meeting up with Harry and Ron at the Quidditch store. You want to come?" Ginny asked Luna with a mischievous smile. Luna sort of fancied Ron. She nodded, blushing. The three girls hooked arms and kept on down the street to Quality Quidditch Supplies. Once they got there, they found the boys gazing longingly at the newest racing broom, the Lightningstrike 5000. The girls raised their eyebrows sceptically at the guys.
"Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine. We'll stop looking longingly at the new broom both of us really want, and Harry could get, but he's too nice to actually buy because it would make me feel bad." Ron said.
"The Pothead may be 'too nice,' but I'm not," interjected a new, familiar drawling tone. "I look forward to beating you in the first game of the season, Potty, Weasel King." Malfoy handed the 675 galleons to the cashier.
Hermione and Ginny both looked him up and down appreciatively, he had filled out over the summer. Hermione shook her head, remembering who this was.
"Like what you see Granger?"
"Oh, no. Just thinking of how wonderful it would be seeing something bash your face in."
"That's too bad, because none of your little friends could bash my face in, because you would have
to take points away. Though how Finch-Fletchley became Head Boy, I do not know." He sneered.
"Take points away? You flatter yourself. On the contrary, I would do just the opposite. 250 House Points for whoever in Gryffindor bashes the Ferret Face in the Ferrety Face." Hermione snapped back venomously. How she hated him! He was the epiphany of evil, yet there was something there, something in his cold, steel grey eyes that made her do a double take. Like a cry for help, or like a caged lion, trying to escape, but knowing if it does, only pain is sure to follow.
"Oh, but then you'll lose your position, though how a filthy mud—" he stopped, because Harry and Ron had proceeded to draw their wands.
"Guys, leave it. I can take care of myself you know. Meet me at Flourish and Blots in 30 minutes." Hermione snapped testily at the onlookers. (Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Luna.)
They walked out, each looking back over their shoulder to make sure she was ok.
"Who do you think you are? Insulting me, my friends, and I swear to god if you call me that foul
name one more time, I will be the one doing the bashing!" She screamed furiously at him.
"Well let's see… I think I am Draco Malfoy, rich, extremely good looking, pureblooded, and higher than you. Does that answer your question? And why should I stop calling you what you really are? Mudblood." He drawled.
"Bad idea. I wont lose my position over something that happened in the summer." And with that she threw a killer right-hook at his nose, which started spewing blood. Apologizing to the store owner, she said a quick 'Evanesco' and pushed Malfoy in front of her out the door. "I did tell you I would be the one to do the bashing, didn't I?" She did a very Malfoy-like smirk, and walked off, leaving him to watch her retreating back, astounded.