Prejudice
Hermione's presence in her Muggle Studies class was not welcome.
Of course, thirteen year old Hermione could have been imagining it; her tendency to self consciousness sometimes overcame her logical side, but the looks the professor shot her from time to time was enough to keep the seed of doubt growing.
It didn't help that Hermione always found something wrong with the lesson, never anything big, but enough to catch muggleborn Hermione's attention, and then she made it her job to find the professors attention. She always got a look for that.
All students who came from wizard backgrounds had take Muggle Studies before their seventh year. Hermione took is because she wanted to see the magical point of view on her ancestry. Being the only muggleborn in the class, Hermione often helped her classmates with the technical things: Computers, cars, various machines and the very unmagical way of life of the middleclass muggle. She was the class expert.
But there were always the hidden smirks. Sometimes she felt that she was in an entire class of Malfoy's. Draco probably wouldn't take it until he absolutely had to, but her classmates here had decided to get it over with. Hermione knew on her very first day of Hogwarts that her over-zealous passion for learning would get her strange, maybe angry looks, but she never thought her parents would.
To say that the class was slightly biased would prove to be a slightly biased understatement. Muggles from a wizarding point of view were like another species, a completely different breed. Not even a breed. A mutt. Hermione was looked at like a mutt.
Hermione could tell that the professor could not teach the class the way she was accustomed to with Hermione in the room. Hermione often caught her saying words such as 'slow' and 'dirty' and more often than not, 'morons'.
The professor was talking about her parents.
Of course, Hermione never actually heard the professor say "Dr. and Dr. Granger are dirty muggle morons, and due to their lack of magical ability, they must do everything the slow way." But it hurt all the same.
Her muggle studies book was filled with pictures and descriptions of somewhat hairy muggles doing very laborious tasks, while comparing Lockhart-like wizards with brilliant smiles waving their wands at her. Mocking her. Laughing at her.
And sometimes she would look up and see her classmates with similar expressions, Hermione never knew what was worse.
And so Hermione would put her hand up and explain to the teacher that muggles didn't make their buildings with only their hands and a ramp, they had machines and technology and electricity and power. The professor would ask Hermione if muggles ever used this method, and Hermione would say a long, long time ago, when pyramids were in fashion. The professor would gloat over her and tell her that every muggle way was slow, technology or not.
Defeated, Hermione would lower her hand, and stare back at the mocking pictures.
(A/N)
I have no idea where this came from, but it popped into my head today and was done in about ten minutes. I bet it's hard being muggleborn, and this is something I bet has a very likely chance to have happened.