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Chapter 3

"Please, Hermione?" pleaded Ron Weasley. "Just a little bit?"

"Absolutely not, Ronald." Hermione snapped, brushing her hair out of her eyes. "You've had five days to work on that paper. Is it my fault that you could not find the time to write four more sentences?"

"But Hermione," argued Harry Potter. "We didn't have any time! With Quidditch and what not."

"No." Hermione said firmly as she finished her breakfast and left the Great Hall.

"Bad luck mate," said Harry, staring after her.

Hermione walked away from the Great Hall and headed toward the library, slightly angered. "Those two," she hissed to herself. "Can't they be a little bit responsible? Why do they have to rely on me for everything?"

"First sign of madness if talking to yourself, Granger!" A drawling voice called out.

Hermione turned around, dreading to see who it was.

Draco Malfoy stepped out from behind a pillar, smirk held firmly in place.

"You know," Hermione said. "If I wanted a medical opinion, I'd go to Madame Pomfrey."

Malfoy laughed derisively. "You're not as dumb as you look, Mudblood."

Hermione rolled her eyes, trying to stay calm. "You're wasting my time, Malfoy. What do you want?"

"It's not what I want," Malfoy said in a sly voice. "It's what you want."

"What do you mean?" Hermione snapped, sure that the ending of this little game would have the word 'Mudblood' in it.

"I accidentally packed one of your books into my bag by mistake last night." Malfoy replied, reaching into his robes. "One of your...special books." He added with a smirk.

"Well just give it here then, and don't bother me again." Hermione said impatiently.

"Oh no, Granger." Malfoy threatened, his voice becoming malicious. "You want to be a little more nicer to me. Unless you want me to tell everyone that you used to fancy Longbottom."

"What?!" Hermione sputtered, flustered. "I—I didn't fancy Neville!!"

"In your exact words," Malfoy continued, "you thought his pudginess made him cute."

"How did you know?!" Hermione snarled, lowering her voice to a hiss.

"Simple." Malfoy replied, drawing out a small notebook from his robes. A small notebook that had the name 'Hermione Granger' on it with little hearts and kisses drawn.

"My diary?!" Hermione yelped, hysterical. "You read my diary?!"

"That's right, Mudblood." Malfoy said, calmly. "So you'd better be extra nice to me, or I'll reveal your inner most secrets, not excluding how much you used to love how Longbottom was afraid of Professor Snape."

He left, leaving a stunned Hermione standing there, bewildered.
"Hermione, we're sorry about breakfast." Harry said, nodding toward Ron. "We know we shouldn't ask you for answers and all that."

"Yeah." Said Ron, unhelpfully.

Hermione laughed. "It's all right," she chuckled. "Let's hurry. I don't want to be late for Potions."

The three of them made it down to the dungeons, where most of the Gryffindors and all of the Slytherins were waiting.

"Oh look." Said a voice that all of them recognized. "It's Potty, Weasel King, and Mudblood."

Draco Malfoy stepped out of the throng, accompanied by his cronies Crabbe and Goyle.

"Shove it, Malfoy." Ron muttered angrily, glancing around for Snape.

Malfoy was watching Hermione, who looked very uncomfortable.

"Mudblood," he said, an evil grin spreading across his face. "I don't think Weasel Bee should talk like that to me. Do you?"

Hermione mumbled a "no" in a very small voice.

"Good." Malfoy pronounced. "Because Weasel King is an idiot who has a troll for a mum."

All of the Slytherins broke out in hysteria at the last comment while the Gryffindors shuffled around angrily.

Ron started forward, flaming red, but Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, and Neville Longbottom immediately rushed forward to hold him back.

"No, Ron." Hermione pleaded. Turning to a laughing Malfoy, she spoke.

"Malfoy shut your dirty mouth." She said, a little afraid of what would happen next.

Malfoy did stop laughing, only to regain the evil glint in his eye.

"Oh...the Mudblood dares talk to me?" He smirked.

"You are heinous and you disgust me! Just because you can't cope with your own sad life doesn't mean you have to take it out on us! You're pathetic, and I hate you!" She screamed.

Malfoy didn't answer, instead, he pulled out Hermione's diary.

Staring at her meaningfully, he announced, "From the diary of Hermione Granger: November 2nd." He read out in a loud carrying voice. "Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley rescued me from the troll on Hallows Eve. We are now friends. My only friend used to be books, but now, I actually have people! Neville, of course, looked cuter than usual. He was wearing a purple sweater, which really brings out his hazel eyes! I just love him."

Gales of laughter were raining down, tears of mirth were being cried, and Hermione Granger fled, tasting her own tears on her lips, although none of it was from happiness.
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