(Hermione Granger)
I starred across the room with my jaw dropped. Malfoy looked back at me with a sarcastic smirk on his face. The pompous ferret was my partner?! How in the world did Snape expect us to work together?
No. No. No. Absolutely not! This has to be a mistake! I stood up out of my seat and slammed my hands on my desk. Poor Susan jumped next to me, but the others were too busy chatting with their partners. I walked determined up to my Professor's desk. I stood for a moment, waiting for him to realize I was standing there.
"What would you like, Miss Granger?" He said in a monotone voice, not even bothering to look up at me.
"I would like a new partner." I demanded.
"That's not going to happen." He snarled and glared up at me.
"Professor, although painfully, I do agree with her." Draco Malfoy himself said from behind me, making me jump.
I hadn't even realized he had walked up behind me, that sneaky snake.
"It is just a project. I expect it done and on time. Now if this becomes an issue again I will not hesitate to dock points from both of your houses." Snape said and looked back down at the book he was reading.
I looked over at Malfoy. He had an annoyed expression on his face and placed his thumb and pointer finger on the bridge of his nose. He opened his mouth to speak, but I huffed, crossed my arms, and stormed back to my seat.
"Are you alright Hermione?" Susan spoke beside me. I looked over at her. She had always been a quiet timid girl, but we had conversation from time to time.
"Not exactly, I have to deal with Malfoy for the next three weeks!" I complained.
Susan shot me a sympathetic look and went back to talking to her partner, Neville. See, why couldn't I get paired with someone nice, or really just anyone besides him! I was brought out of my thought when Malfoy walked up and leaned against my desk.
"Granger." He nodded.
"Ferret." I spoke nastily at him.
He put up a hand to his heart as if he was hurt. He pure silver eyes gleamed with hatred, and yet a certain playfulness. His trademark white blonde hair was messily pushed to the side.
"I think you need to come up with a better insult, that one's getting old." He said languidly.
I reared back. I had expected something much more sinister than that. Why was he being civil? I guess he took my silence as some sort of opening because he started talking.
"Look Granger. I am just as pissed as you that we got paired up. It looks like I can't work my way out of it either, so we just have to suck it up. It's three weeks, and what, maybe twice a week? So let's just grind our teeth and work through it." He proposed.
"We don't have to do anything. I refuse to work with a prat like you." I snipped at him.
"Then fail. What do I care?" He scoffed and pushed himself off the desk walking back over to his own desk.
In a way, he was right. I didn't want to fail, but what could be worse?! Stuck with him for three weeks or failing…? I pondered this question for a moment. Thankfully my next class saved me from making that decision at the moment.