Oooooh, I haven't written for ages. I am SO sorry. School caught up with me…and I got slightly down, and couldn't write. Yeah. But I will keep up to this. Two reviews last chappy. Hmmm. Maybe my story sucks. Must...make...better!!! *chews thoughtfully on tongue*
=========================================

Draco watched in utter disbelief as Hermione stalked out of the room. His toothbrush had clattered to the floor, his eyes were wide and his legs were stiffer than they were supposed to be. What had crawled up her arse and died? God, how pathetic. She couldn't take a joke...well, not that he was joking...okay, he was joking. Hermione didn't need to spend hours making herself beautiful, she already was.

'Woah, REWIND,' Draco thought. 'What am I talking about. It's Granger for Christ's sake. Granger, the Mudblood.' Draco shook his head. What was going on in his head?? What had Hermione done to him? No, that wasn't the question. What was she doing to him? As soon as Draco finished dressing with great discomfort, he stumbled down to the Great Hall for breakfast.

==========================================

Hermione sighed. The piece of toast before her had long gone stone cold, and her eyelids felt as heavy as lead. What had possessed her to do that? Maybe it was because her nerves were at their wits ends, sick and tired of Draco making fun of her, as though she was a lesser person than him. In his eyes she was, and to many others. Hermione lifted her head. There were no Gryffindors at the table that she knew, just some first years. She picked her bag up, and walked silently towards the dungeon, where Potions was being held.

Once in the dark, dank corridor, Hermione stood, hunched in a corner. Alone, she still didn't want to let out the tears. The tears she didn't know why were going to be shed. She had nothing to cry about. Nothing was to upset her. After all, she had a perfect life. So she thought. There were about 5 minutes until the class would start, and Hermione hoped that some of her fellow Gryffindors would come and save her from the loneliness. Before the Slytherins turned up. Like that would happen.

Hermione heard Pansy Parkinson's voice way before she saw her. The laughter echoed through the halls and Hermione cringed inside. She heard footsteps, and Pansy, Draco, and a whole bunch of Slytherins came around the corner. She seemed to press her body into the wall, trying to pretend to be invisible. Normally this wasn't her style, but she couldn't take the taunting anymore. Peeking upwards, she say Draco was walking with anxiety, and this made a wry smile play on her lips. At least she had gotton her own back for the names he called her.

"Ooooh, look, if it isn't Miss 'I hex people if they don't kiss me' Granger," Pansy shrieked in a high pitch voice. Hermione looked up in surprise.

"What are you talking about Pansy?" She asked, acting as though she couldn't care less about what Pansy was saying, although she was. What had Draco been saying about her.

"Oh, don't play innocent, you indecent whore. Just because you came onto Draco and he didn't want your Mudblood slime on him, you have to HEX him. How shallow is that?" She explained, a smug smile on her face.

Hermione's face dropped in disbelief. All the anger inside her let go, her wall of protection broken before her, and she stared at Draco with cold, hard eyes.

"Draco, Draco, you can't even admit to being hexed by a girl?? And to protect your precious image, you have to make up lies about yourself to look good in front of this scum you call your friends? Draco, a tip from me would be to stop playing the big tough guy and start acting your age, not your shoe size."

Hermione stared at each of the Slytherins in turn before turning her back to see Harry and Ron coming down the corridor.

"Don't speak to me like that Mudblood. If my father had anything to do with it, you wouldn't even be in this school, so why don't you take your over-sized head out of your arse and start acting like a normal person instead of a stupid, know-it-all Mudblood. But hey, once a Mudblood always a Mudblood," Draco sneered.

Hermione whipped around.

"Don't fuck with me Draco. Because you will regret it till the day you die!" Hermione spat. She turned around and stalked out of the corridor. Her heart ached for him, she wanted to feel, to be with him. But his attitude just pushed her over the edge. Little did she know, Draco was feeling the same.