2. Entangled in a Snare

"Make no friends with those given to anger, and do not associate with hotheads, or you may learn their ways and entangle yourself in snare."

©Know-it-all13, Credit to Quotes. for the quote above

Hermione whipped her head up and smirked. Malfoy stood arrogantly, arms folded his chest. He hadn't changed much, she noted, still a stuck-up, arrogant pureblood ass. "Ah, Mr. Malfoy, my favorite student," she was surprised by the own calmness of her voice. "What were you saying."

Draco was confused. Shouldn't she be angry? he thought beguiled. "I said a mudblood shouldn't teach us."

Hermione raised her eyebrow. "And why is this Mr. Malfoy?"

The class reached an eerie silence, eyes watching the conversation between the two foes. To Hermione, she liked it, an argument with Malfoy, it reminded her of Hogwarts.

"Because your blood is different than us purebloods," he retorted back, proud of his answer as he watched a few heads nod.

"Really?" Hermione asked in a mocking, shocked tone. "Well, then, I completely agree with you."

This statement alone puzzled the blonde boy. Why was Ganger so patient?

"I am far more qualified than to teach this job," she challenged. "Please understand Mr. Malfoy, that I had to leave my old job because of this job, something I was forced to do. So either you will cooperate with me or you will go back to Azkaban."

Malfoy glared. "I hate you with every fiber of my body Granger and I wish you would rot in hell."

"Feeling's mutual, Mr. Malfoy," Hermione replied cooly. "Though, even hell would be insulted to have a creature like you in it. But, I will tell you one last time. I hate you each more than my life. For killing innocent people, torturing them, and watching them die for killing my friends and family." For killing me. "But, I have to deal with you for the sake of my job. And by they way, you're forgetting one key detail." She looked at the entire class. "I have the wand, not you so, don't make me get it out."

Malfoy slumped back on his desk.

Turning on her laptop, she looked at the death eaters. "Now, can anyone tell me what a muggle looks like?"

"They're filthy! They're covered in dirt and they don't have manners and they're like barbarians. They were fur and stains! It's a wonder how they're children can associate with people of our level," Pansy burst out, glaring at her.

Hermione was amused. They're definition of muggles was expected, yet, surprising at the same time.

"Actually Pansy," she told the pug faced girl in front of her as she googled up an image of Oxford University. "Muggles are just as advanced as the wizard world. This is a picture of Oxford, a famous University in the Muggle World and this is Hogwarts." She smirked at the gasps and "wows" across the room.

"There is no way someone could have built that without magic!" Daphne yelled out.

"No," Hermione stated. "It was built by muggle hands at approximately 1096 so, that is 916 years. And since then they have renovated it and fixed it all without magic."

Some people snorted.

"As if they're better than us. Those people deserve to die," Emmet Elmhurst and along with many death eaters nodded.

"And why is that?" Hermione fired back.

Emmet opened his mouth, closed it, and then opened it again.

"Exactly," Hermione replied smugly. "Those people are humans, at least, more humane than you lot. They fight and die every day to protect their land without magic and they can love. Yet, I have to agree, there are many death eater like people in the muggle world today. For example, in United States, people were often discriminated because of their skin color and this too happened in the rest of the word." She stared at Zabini. "Because whited felt that they were 'superior' than blacks."

"But, that's not fair!" Blaise yelled, out raged.

Hermione laughed humorlessly. "Oh, really? Enlighten me, Zabini, but, don't you do the same thing. Purebloods and Mudbloods? Is that fair? And what do you know about fairness, after all you killed innocent people yourself, "

Zabini glared at her and fell back on his chair.

"What I'm trying to say is," Hermione said, tucking in a piece of curl. "Wizards are similar to muggles, whether prejudice or not."

Her eyes raked around the room and settled on Draco, who was doing anything but, paying attention. A lazy smirk

replaced her face.

"Right now, I want all of you to write a paragraph about how you feel about muggles and why you feel this way and if our discussion has altered your opinion at all. You'll find parchment inside your desks. You may start now."

Hermione watched as the death eaters groaned and glared before taking out expensive quills and parchment. In her 21 years of life, she had never noticed such bizarre idea. Teaching criminals more about their victims changed nothing.

Sighing, she took out her ipod and headphones and plugged it in her ear. She did not know what song was playing, she did not care. She turned up the volume until it hurt her ears. The music was simply wrong, too much trumpet and less of guitar. It was painful. She closed her eyes slowly, and fell into a deep sleep.

When Hermione woke up, she realized most of the class was done and was waiting for her, rather impatiently . Pansy Parkinson was grumbling under her breath about "mudbloods" and "not manners." Hermione almost snorted, Parkinpug knew the least about manners, even if she was a pureblood. Blaise was mouthing words to Daphne who blushed bright red.

Hermione stood up. "Is everyone finished?"

A chorus of yes, bloody hell! It's been like an hour, and gee, you couldn't have come any slowed echoed through the room. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"I will pick a name and that person is going to come up here and read their paragraph." Her eyes shuffled around the room and found Malfoy who was ripping up the parchments and throwing them at Emmet.

"Ah, my favorite student, Malfoy."

An- I really don't like this chapter but, plz review. Do you hate it? Love it? Just review