Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters, nor nothing. It all belongs to JK Rowling. She is AWESOME!!!!!!


Setting: This is while on the Hogwarts Express, and Draco && Hermione meet for the first time in the school year. This is in Draco's point of view.
Author's Note: Because I already wrote in detail about this day's events, while in Hermione's PoV, this chapter is is a bit rushed, except for the parts in which Draco is thinking, or parts that weren't described in Hermione's story.


"Malfoy," she said.

I still felt the tingling sensation in my body. I wasn't sure what to do, so I just directed an insult at her, and it hit home.

"Well, well. If it isn't the filthiest Mudblood of them all," I said.

I really didn't care much about people's feelings—but hers—lets just say that on my chart, she didn't have any. Out of all people, with the exception of Pothead, I despised her the most. I couldn't stand her smart-ass attitude, always thinking she knew it all. Even more, I hated her because she was a Mudblood. A filthy, unworthy, dirty Mudblood. She deserved to die.

The idiot tried to say something about my promotion and lowering the standards. I snapped in return, "Yeah, well in your case, I guess they must have completely gotten rid of them, seeing as how they let a reeking Mudblood become the Head Girl."

I knew I had really gotten to her, because she got to her feet. I could sense every ounce of anger in her, as it clearly showed in her face. I knew she wouldn't dare do anything, so I kept teasing. "Oh, now, now, Granger. Let's not fight. We do have a whole year of working together ahead of us."

I laughed right at her, but inside, I hated the idea. I couldn't stand her. Leave it to Dumbledore to make me work with her!

Then, out of all the things she could have done, she caved in and sat back down. What the hell? I thought. She must be losing her edge, to just give up like that. I could tell she was still irritated, so for now, that was enough.

We started discussing what we had to do. Right off, we started arguing again, with me calling her an idiot, and her replying with calling me a jerk.

Then we tried discussing which house we were going to talk about first. Of course I had to keep her annoyed, so I took the contrary on each issue she presented.

She then asked if I was going to oppose her in everything she said, and I left it at, "Perhaps." I knew this would bug her more then if I had just said yes. If Dumbledore wanted me to work with this trash, then I was going to get the most out of it, by making her miserable.

I was starting to get bored, so I offered a solution. If she argued, good. If she didn't, then I'd find something else to fight over. It was rather entertaining to see her get so angry.

We started off with Hufflepuff, and I offered to split the train into fourths. She ended up agreeing, but immediately proposed that Slytherin be in the back. Of course I was not going to allow this!

"No," I said. "I've changed my mind."

Then, as clearly as if she had spoken, I heard her say, "Of course you did. You're a stupid, incompetent ferret—with a brain as big as a pea—who can't make decisions."

I laughed and told her I heard her.

Apparently she had forgotten about my great skills in Occlumency, so I reminded her.

She quickly changed the topic, and I seized the chance. I recommended putting Slytherin first, because we are, after all, #1. She went quiet for a few seconds, with a contemplating look. I wanted to know what she was thinking, so I tried to read her mind again.

Surprisingly, it was blank. I couldn't see, nor hear anything. How strange, I thought.

I was surprised even more, when she agreed to my proposition with a smile on her face. I tried to read her mind again, but it was still clean. It was as if though there was a wall. What the hell was she thinking? I wondered. This was the first time anyone had actually managed to block me.

I ended up mumbling something in return, and agreeing—unaware—with what she proposed. I was still baffled by this mystery placed before me. I didn't think it was possible, for her anyway. I knew that there were great wizards who could block out anyone with ease, but a student? Now that just seemed unattainable, impossible even.

After this, she asked when we should have the prefect meeting. Without thinking, I said Tuesday. She agreed.

Her quick response snapped me back to reality, as we started discussing patrolling times, dates, and groups. I was stuck roaming the halls with her everyday, from 10:30 to midnight.

I didn't really care though. I wasn't going to see her too much anyway, I hoped. She could go one way, and I would go the opposite. We didn't have to interact with each other much. Filthy Mudblood.

Finally, it went quiet. I sat there wondering some more about how the hell she had managed to keep me out of her mind. Then I realized it didn't matter. Because I didn't care.