"You're so sexy, Draco," said Hermione, looking at the Sexy Slytherin.
"Be quiet, mudblood." Draco sneered at her, before turning back to his true love.
"I want to have your babies, Potter." Potter looked at Draco incredulously.
"Is that even possible?" asked the mudblood.
"I hope not," muttered Ron.
"Shut up, mudblood, weasel. Go away. Potter doesn't like you anymore."
"Are you all right, Malfoy?" Potter asked, concerned. "Do you need to go to the Hospital Wing?"
"He's bloody lost it. Look at him, Harry! Look at him!" Ron was about to burst into full laughter.
"Shut up Ron!" snapped Hermione. "You're just jealous. Draco is soooooooooo sexy. Go away blood traitor. You too, Potter."
Ron looked scandalized. "What did you call me? Are you all right, Hermione?"
"I called you a blood-traitor, because that's what you are. Look at you, hanging out with a mudblood."
"Yeah, that mudblood is you," he snapped, before suddenly realizing, ashamed, that he had just called Hermione a mudblood.
"I've had enough of this. Come on, Ron, let's go get Dumbledore." Potter and the weasel left. Hermione looked dreamily at the Slytherin Prince, who sneered and drifted after his True Love.
