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After the war the pureblood craze went down but never disappeared, it was simply quieter. The rest of the wizarding population seemed to have developed a sort of contempt for the pureblood families and they returned the favour.
In Hogwarts, the students in Hermione's year were invited to return and complete their education. Harry and Ron had declined the offer in favour of beginning their auror training immediately but Hermione decided to return to Hogwarts to make sure she had all of the classes she could ever use in a ministry job and graciously accepted the honour of Head Girl. Without Harry and Ron, she soon became close friends with Ginny. Hermione and Ron had tried dating after the war, but soon realized that they were better as friends, and even if they had worked out better, neither of them was in the right state of mind to be exploring a new relationship, when so many other friendships had just been abruptly and brutally torn by death.
With the end of the war people had to readjust to the fact that they didn't have to hide anymore and that there wasn't a murderous, psychopathic overlord out to get them. This adjustment left almost everybody on edge.
Hermione was one of the worst. After spending most of her 'seventh year' living in a tent in the countryside with two, less than content boys, always fearing being found, facing death numerous times; the sudden change of pace left her bored and grumpy. She was always looking for a fight, trying to make something happen rather than going through the motions of school. It felt wrong to just pick up where they left off before the war climaxed last year. It felt like nothing was accomplished if nothing changed and that so many people had given their lives for nothing.
With this added tension, the house rivalries were out of control. Brooms had been sabotaged before Quidditch games, food fights were making their first appearances, and George (who continued the business in loving memory of Fred) was making millions in their joke shop. There was even a rumour that a few Gryffindor's had stink-bombed the Slytherin common room. But if any Slytherin were asked, they would scoff at the possibility that they had endured such humiliation. (Although the dungeons did forsake the usual smell of mould for something rather strange and unpleasant for two weeks)
Hermione had hidden herself in the Library for five hours after the dinner incident, making it look like she was busy with a Potions essay. As Head Girl she had to share the head's common room with the Head Boy, who happened to be none other than the infuriating bouncing ferret. She had found a table in the farthest reached of the bookshelves in hopes of passing the time until the ferret was sure to be in bed so she could sneak in without having to face him. Unfortunately, she was getting tired. Her head had just fallen into her latest text book among the pile she had been reading when a certain blond head poked around the corner of the aisle.
Draco couldn't believe his luck. The chance for revenge on Hermione Granger, given to him on a silver platter, and all he had to do was get rid the giggling Hufflepuff girl standing behind him. Although the girl was rather luscious in body her technique in using it was lacking so he wasn't too upset at the loss of the snog session. Besides the possibilities of the torture he could put the Granger girl through were all too tempting. With the ease of experience Draco dismissed the Hufflepuff with a promise of another time and turned to his prey.
It took him a whole five minutes of staring at her sleeping form to come to a decision on how to completely humiliate her. It was then that Zabini's words came to him and he found that he had to see the truth of the green lace panties. He didn't know why but something about the Golden Girl wearing green lacy knickers was just too funny. He was surprise to find that instead of getting a quick peek and a picture by gently lifting Granger's skirt while she was sleeping, he got a full flash of them when Hermione woke to find a blond head right next to hers and jumped a foot in the air sending her sprawling on the floor with her skirt flipped up.
They stared at each other for a moment then Hermione realized Draco wasn't looking at her face and she felt an unusually cold draft across her thighs. It was then that she shrieked and tried to cover herself and Draco finally tore his eyes away.
Draco managed to plaster a smirk on his face and hold it long enough for Hermione to struggle to her feet and give him the most disgusted look she could muster. Draco was impressed by the venom in her stare, though he'd never admit it. If looks could kill he'd be nothing more than a scorch mark on the floor.
"So Granger, who are you trying to impress with those knickers. A little bit too Slytherin for you aren't they? Unless you purposely showed Zabini at dinner earlier, you weren't trying to go for him were you? Or was it Goyle? He was on the other side of the table." Draco sneered. His voice was dripping with contempt.
Hermione couldn't hide the shudder of revulsion at the image that he had brought to mind. "I'm afraid you'll find that I, unlike some people, have standards, Malfoy. Oh and these standards are a bit higher than having the right genitalia. How many girls have you shagged? Actually, how many boys have you shagged? Oh wait, I just remembered, I don't care. I will be staying in the Gryffindor Dorms tonight so don't wait up," she finished with a terrifying smile that promised worlds of pain to any who dared oppose her.
"I wouldn't dream of it. I'll be seeing you at breakfast I'm sure. The rest of the school will want to see what will happen when you see it. Let's not disappoint," Draco of course ignored the threat portrayed in her eyes knowing she could do nothing with her wand buried under her texted books as it always was, while Draco's new wand was in a convenient pocket of his robes waiting to defend its master.
Hermione huffed and set to work cleaning up her books and finding all her belongings in the pile while she tried to think of what the boy was talking about. She however wouldn't give him the satisfaction of asking. She knew he was probably just trying to get a rise out of her.
Draco didn't like being ignored. Since that was what Hermione was essentially doing, Draco muttered a quick "Levi corpus" and let her hang upside down by her ankle until the jinx wore off, as it would in ten minutes. He used the spell to take magical pictures of the girl with her knickers showing now that she was hanging upside-down and strutted back the heads' dorm with Hermione's indignant cries following him and a smirk on his face.