Hermione fumed as she finished getting ready and headed for class. How dare he! At least she didn't have first class with him. If she did she would probably have to hit him. Wow, she sounded pathetic. Why did she let him affect her? Why couldn't she let him go?
She arrived in class with barely enough time to find a seat and pull out her book before it started. Ron and Harry arrived late, as usual. After Slughorn yelled at them, they sat down complaining, Harry more than Ron. He was just angry because Slughorn had taken the Half-Blood Prince's book from him so he was no longer top in Potions.
"Would you two shut up!" Hermione hissed as Slughorn began writing on the bored.
"I just don't see why he had to give up detention. It's the first day and we were barely a minute late," Harry gave his expected response.
Hermione gave hers back. "After all, it's only the first day so why bother coming to class on time. Well, you two deserve it. We can't get jobs without the proper N.E.W.T.s!"
"We've been hearing the same thing from you for the past seven years, Hermione."
"Yeah, and it's still true!"
Just then a familiar blonde head walked into the room. What was he doing here? Slytherins didn't have this class right now!
Malfoy spoke quietly to Slughorn for a minute and then Slughorn pointed to the only empty seat in the room, the one behind Hermione. Malfoy grimaced and then took his seat. "Hello, Mudblood, Pothead, Weasel."
Hermone turned around, "Why are you calling him Weasel, Malfoy. After all, it was you that was turned into one in fourth year."
Malfoy was about to come back with one of his "very witty" retorts when Slughorn threatened the class to be quiet. Hermione turned around and started on the assignment.