A fight between enemys

Day Eight!

"Bitch."

"Man-whore."

"Slut."

"Fucking walking STD."

"Hoe."

"Bastard."

"Sorry. I know who my father is."

"Yeah. I do too. He is a murdering bastard."

Draco glares at her. Hermione just smiles and winks at him."

"Atleast my Dad wasn"t killed."

"So. Atleast my dad didn't do half of the stuff your dad did. Because he was to much of a coward to leave Voldemort."

"You dirty mudblood."

"Really now."

"Really."

"Do you really wanna know if my blood is dirty."

"I already know."

"You do?"

"I do."

"Okay."

Hermione throws a knife that slides by his face and leaves a shallow cut.

"Its looks like to me your blood is red. Now lets see what color is mine."

Hermione cuts her palm and shows him the blood."

"Mine is red too."

Draco just glares.

"I guess that show that you know nothing. My blood is the same color."

Draco doesn't say anything he just glares at Hermione. Hermione laughs and walks out of the common room.