Disclaimer: I'm going to keep it short and simple. I don't in any way own Harry Potter or the characters (duh).
A young girl with wavy brown hair walked slowly down the hallway, clutching books to her chest. "Ugh…Potions…" She cursed silently to herself. She had always loved Potions, but never the teacher. When she walked in she took her seat next to her friends Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.
"Hermione," Harry paused, "Did you happen to bring an extra quill? I broke mine on the way here." He looked down at the desk slightly embarrassed.
"Harry! It's the first day of school! How could you possibly break something already?" She giggled and pulled out two quills, "Here, Harry. Use this one," The second one was pulled out of her hand.
"And I'll be taking this one, Mudblood."
Hermione scowled as she looked up at the boy with the piercing grey eyes and white blond hair. "Malfoy, give my back my quill."
"Now, why would I want to do that, Granger?" He chuckled to himself and walked away, flashing a conniving little smirk at Hermione before doing so.
Hermione sighed. "That was the last one I brought with me—,"
"Miss Granger."
Hermione flinched. Oh no, it's Snape…
"May I ask, Miss Granger, why you do not have your quill out as I have just instructed the class to do so?" He seemed to like putting her on the spot.
Hermione flashed a dirty look over at the Slytherin side of the classroom, which were full of snickering students pointing and whispering "Mudblood," in her direction.
"Miss Granger, I asked you a question." Professor Snape glared down at the girl.
"Well, Professor…you see I—,"
"I was looking at her quill. She must have thought she lost it." Harry said quickly, passing the quill Hermione let him use over to her.
Hermione looked at him strangely.
Professor Snape seemed to love this even better. "Oh, well, Mr. Potter, where is your quill?"
Harry looked around nervously. The Slytherins were enjoying the show. "My quill broke this morning, Professor."
"Ah, I see, Mr. Potter." Snape snickered. "You will be serving detention tonight for lack of being prepared for class." He walked away from the table.
"Harry, why did you do that?" Hermione whispered as she leaned across the table.
Harry shrugged. "Well, I didn't have one and that one was yours," He smiled. "It's not a big deal. Snape would have given me a detention today for something anyway." He sighed and shrugged again.
Ron growled, "It's all Draco's fault. He's a slimy git, just like Snape!" He whispered through clenched teeth.
They sighed and watched the teacher as he started class.
Harry, Hermione, and Ron walked out of class slowly and down the hall.
"Did poor little Mudblood Grangers' boyfriend bail her out of detention?"
Ron flipped around and held a fist up at Malfoy, "Shut up, you slimy little git!" He shook his fist threateningly in Malfoy's direction.
The Slytherin snickered as he pushed Ron out of his way, "Don't talk to me like that you muggle loving piece of—,"
"Mr. Malfoy! You will NOT talk to students in that manner! Detention." Leave it up to Professor Mcgonagall to save the day.
Malfoy scowled and pushed by Harry and Hermione, giving them a dirty look as he walked by.
Hermione sighed. "You okay, Ron?"
Ron was almost as red as his hair, "I hate that slimy little—,"
Harry interrupted him, "Ron, don't go landing yourself a detention too!"
Hermione smiled. "But thank you for sticking up for Harry and I, Ron."
Ron shook his head. "Don't worry about it. I've been wanting to yell at him all day."
Later that day, Hermione was making her way up and down rows of books in the library when she ran into someone as she turned a corner. "I'm sorry—,"
"Watch where you're going, Mudblood!" Malfoy yelled, looking down at her.
Hermione glared at him and stood up, brushing herself off, "Malfoy, at the Library? Oh, I should call the press because this is truly a spectacular moment for all of the wizarding world!" She growled as she said this.
Malfoy sent a defiant stare in her direction before walking further down the row of books, "What are you doing here, Granger? I thought you KNEW everything!"
Hermione felt herself turn a violent shade of pink and she quickly ran into another isle. She listened to Malfoy laugh at her expense. She sighed and pulled the book that she was looking for off the shelf. She took her seat at a desk and began reading, taking down notes as she did so.
Malfoy sat at the table across from her to, Hermione thought, bug her even more. He read aloud, "Hmm. It says here that Mudbloods should not be allowed to attend Hogwarts," He faked a gasp, "Oh, how horrible!" He laughed as he watched Hormones' face turn pink with anger again.
Hermione had taken enough, "Draco Malfoy," She yelled as she stood up. "You need to—,"
"Miss Granger! No yelling in the Library! I'm going to have to ask you to leave," The librarian seemed to appear out of nowhere. "Or I shall be placing you and young Mr. Malfoy," Malfoy scowled at being called young. "In detention for a week together!"
Hermione growled and threw the book down to the desk before storming out of the Library. She heard Malfoy being yelled at and turned around to see him running out of the Library and a book being thrown out behind him. He caught up with Hermione and grabbed her arm, out of breath. "Watch your mouth, Mudblood. You're not good enough to even think my full name!"
Hermione pulled her arm away from him and walked away, leaving a confused and pissed off Malfoy still standing alone behind her. He scowled and turned in the other direction, making his way to the Slytherin common room. "Granger. Ugh." He mumbled as he whispered the password and disappeared behind the painting, closing it behind him.
This will be a DM/HG fiction; I don't want to rush things =D.