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I got lost on my way to Charms because Harry had to run off to another class, so I had to ask a few paintings for directions. I got there just as everyone was entering so when I finally entered every seat was taken, bar one.
I placed my things down and sat next to the stupid Malfoy who still didn't realise that I was dangerous. He smirked at me then turned back to watch Flitwick.
First lesson of the year and we were told that who we were seated alongside would be our partner all year. 'Damn!' I thought, 'this really sucks!'
Malfoy turned to me and smirked again, "Well if we are going to be partners, we had better introduce ourselves. I'm Draco Malfoy," he said and held out his hand.
"Nemeen Cahill, I'm the Australian exchange student," I replied and shook his hand.
"Ah, you are the Aussie, I thought so because of your tan. You must live near the beach."
"No, I live on eight and a half acres near the Barossa, we have horses and chickens and cats and rabbits. Because you are a Bloody Pom," I spat out the word Pom; "I must assume you drink tea and play cricket and soccer and suck at cricket at least." I was getting sick of the whole stereotypical 'Aussie' thing, especially when it came out of the mouth of a spoilt rich boy with no understanding of me; or Australia really.
"Cricket? Soccer? Muggle games! You're a filthy mudblood," he snarled back at me.
I stood up and shouted, "I assume you're "pure blood"," using finger quotations. "What makes you so sure you are better than I am because of our parents? I bet my parents love me and my sisters more than yours do you!" I was shouting so loud that I had the attention of the entire class.
"Love! Pah, no one needs love! It's a weakness. My parents realise love is needless and trained me that way but why am I explaining this to you, a filthy little mudblood," his voice was quite but menacing where as mine was loud but no less dangerous.
"Do you know what my name means? It is derived from Nemesis, therefore it would be very unwise for you to mess with me."
"What do I care what your name means? A bloody mudblood has no power over me, especially a backward one from Aust..." He never got to finish because I had launched myself at him and had my hands around his throat before he even knew what was happening.
By the time someone managed to pull me off of him his pale white skin was blue and he lay whimpering on the ground. I calmed as soon as I was pulled off and turned to see who had rescued Malfoy. I knew as soon as I saw them, I was in big trouble.