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Draco was early. He took a seat near the back and waited, wondering where Crabbe and Goyle were. "Probably stuffing their pockets with snacks for later," he snickered. They were like bottomless pits.
Justin Finch-Fletchy walked in. "What in bloody blazes...?" Draco muttered to himself. Slytherins didn't have transfiguration with Hufflepuffs; they had it with Ravenclaws.
"Aren't you in the wrong class, Finch-Fletchy?" Draco sneered.
"No, it says, right here on my schedule, Transfiguration. They integrated classes to have students from all four houses in each." Justin rolled his eyes.
Draco didn't grace him with an answer.
Blaise Zabini, Hannah Abbott, Hermione Granger, Seamus Finnigan, and a couple students Draco didn't know filed in and sat down. Draco inwardly groaned. He had to share a learning environment with them?
Blaise took a seat next to him just as McGonagall entered the room. "I presume you all know each other?" She didn't wait for an answer. "Okay, then lets get started."
Her voice faded into the background as Draco looked around the room. His eyes settled on Hermione, sitting beside Seamus. From his seat, he had a profile view of her smooth face, her long, sooty lashes and her uncontrollably bushy hair. She was nodding her head fervently, intent on learning to change a cat into a kettle.
"How can she be so passionate about everything?" Draco wondered as he tuned in and out of the lesson. Father wanted him to get top marks in all his classes, and it killed Draco to disappoint his Father. But he couldn't compete with Hermione. He couldn't spend hours on end in the library, when he could be out having fun. Perhaps he could be taking points away from an innocent Gryffindor. It didn't matter.
The point was, he couldn't keep up with Hermione. The Mudblood got higher marks than him in every class, aside from potions. And Draco didn't pretend to believe he was better at potions. Snape just loathed know-it- alls, and favored him above all others.
She was passionate about everything, aside from himself. If she had once hated him with a passion, it was now more of an indifferent feeling. However, she did loathe everything he stood for. She didn't care for the rich, cruel, superior life of a Malfoy.
She didn't know what it was like, doing everything you can, and still always coming out a disappointment.
"Mr. Malfoy?" McGonagall said for the third time.
"Oh, umm could you repeat the question?" "Mr. Malfoy, I would advise you to pay attention in my class. 5 points from Slytherin."
A few students snickered. "But Professor--"
"Next time, it'll be a detention."
Draco glared at her, and then at Hermione. Damn her for being so distracting.