Hermione was walking to the Gryffindor common room alone. Harry and Ron had gone down to the Quidditch field to play in the early snow-and being Hermione- she chose to stay behind and enjoy the wonders of a lit fire.
She walked through the great empty hallways. Hermione had always loved walking through the castle alone. It let her think about what had happened throughout the day and gave her time to properly take in the beauty of the castle.
The sunset's last rays of light filtered through the tall panelled windows and filled the echoing hall. The snow outside reflected the glowing colours of the sky and turned a deep pink. It was truly beautiful. She smiled filled by peace and calm.
"Mudblood!" yelled a voice behind her. Outraged by the timing, she made a loud grunt and turned to face the sabotager of her moment.
It was Malfoy, and he was walking towards her trying not to trip over his big head.
Furious, she turned on her heel and kept on walking forwards. Hermione could hear the Slytherin's steps now closer.
"Hey, Mudblood! I'm talking to you"
"If you're going mock me, just for liking your cologne, you're wasting your time," she said loudly not even bothering to look at him as she said it.
"And why is that ?" he snorted back. The pale boy jogged in front of her and turned to walk backwards, keeping his eyes on the Muggle-born. He fixed his hair and strode carelessly without looking.
"Because, ferret, I can just ignore you and think about what I should read next. I've done it before, I can do it again," she stated with frustration. Hermione folded her arms and looked pasts Draco's silver head. Forcefully ignoring his glare.
Hurt by the constant reminder of his traumatic experience with the nutter, he suppressed his feelings and laughed mockingly.
"I didn't know Beavers could read! Must be the mud coursing through your veins," he said in a surprised tone.
Hermione shot him a deadly stare. He knew how much the word fired her up.
"I know you think I'm heartless Granger, and you may have a point.
I spend large portions of my time picturing you suffocating on your own hair, and I recently asked Filch to build a beaver dam so you would feel more at home. Unless you would rather graze the lawns, as you remind of a demented cow.
But I do care, for example; I do care that the weasel has to live with his horrible orangutan hair for the rest of his petty life; I do care that Scarehead will die by his 20's and saving us all, the need to waste our time on him any longer; and I do care that you, out of all people, the Mudblood!" He scoffed, "Is the one who likes my cologne," He paused for a second, "The one person, I'm utterly repulsed by" the Slytherin calmly said.
"Malfoy, the English language lacks the necessary words to describe how much I dislike you," she replied in a monotone voice. Her eyes were filled with sadness.
The two nemeses kept on walking. Hermione headed to the common room, but Draco was still walking in front of her.
"Glad we can agree," He smirked
Draco knew he had taken it to far. The witch seemed she would explode.
"Just, just live me alone then! if you hate me so much!" Hermione cried loudly, on the verge of tears. "Why are you even here?!" she yelled.
"I just wanted-" the boy murmured taken back,
"What! What did you want to tell me so badly that you had to ruin my day!" She shouted at his face.
"That, that, that I'm," he stuttered, very different from his typical arrogant Malfoy self. There was a long pause as Draco tried to string words together.
"Just, just leave... Please, I can't believe I've wasted my time on you." Hermione said tiredly. "Goodbye Malfoy."
She took a step back from the Slytherin and walked off. Hermione reached the sleeping Fat Lady in a couple of strides. She woke her up and muttered the password.
Hermione glanced back at the silent boy. He looked at her with solemn eyes. Standing there, in the middle of the stone corridor.
She opened the door and slammed it behind her.
"Bloody idiot," she muttered angrily. Oh, how good would it be to punch Malfoy again. Right in the nose.
"Hey Hermione, know where Harry is?" squeaked a small boy out of nowhere.
"Not in the mood, Colin number 2," she growled.
Hermione headed straight to bed, dreaming about Draco being beaten up angry trolls.