The Putrid Smell of Loathing
Hermione submerged herself into her book (albeit rather forcefully) before her fellow Head Boy would enter the common room. Hate was such a strong and ugly word to use. However in this case it was entirely appropriate. Unfortunately, it was only a few minutes before he arrived that her heart didn't exactly leap for joy. More likeplumit into the abyss.
"Hey, Mudblood," sneered Draco. "You're not going to be this boring all night are you? I was kind of hoping we could make things a bit interesting--" Hermione sighed heavily. "Like, I hex you a couple of times and then if you could run off crying--"
"Shut up." She said quietly, the book shaking in her hand.
"What's the matter Granger? Am I making you cry? 'Oh please Draco, don't be mean to me.' You're pathetic, always hanging around Potter and the Weasel like some chronic disease. Waiting to grab the attention to show off like an annoying little know-it-all. Umbridge had the right idea and she showed everyone--" Draco was cut off as Hermione's abnormally thick book collided with a dull thud against his left temple. The force sent him sprawling to the floor.
"Shocked Malfoy? Don't be because that's what you can come to expect every time I find out you're bad-mouthing my friends, or every time you call me Mudblood. I am sick to death of you thinking you're better than all of us. It's time you found out you're not." Hermione was breathing deeply. God she had wanted to say that for a long time.
However, when she looked closer she began to panic. Malfoy was out cold with a cut above his left eye. She could get into big trouble for this.
"Oh sure Malfoy, pass out! All I wanted was for you to listen to me, but would you? No. Of course you couldn't. Theatrical to the end." Hermione cradled his head with extreme annoyance. She hated him, but she wasn't ready to kill him.
Yet.
"Oh no, you had to go pass out and bleed and make a mountain out of a--"Hermione was cut off.
"Merlin, woman," Draco murmured. "Don't you ever just shut up?"
"Oh," she said nonchalantly, dropping his head so it thumped to the floor. "You're alive.
"Just wait 'til Dumbledore hears about this. There'll be a new Head Girl in seconds," he spat. "Then everyone will see you're a disgrace to the race of wizards. How dare you--"
"How dare I what? Come to Hogwarts; inherit magic? It's not like I asked you know. So...what are you going to do, are you going to tell the whole school that you were beaten up by a girl, and a Mudblood at that?" she smiled smugly.
"No. But...I..." Draco hated her. Always smug, bloody know-it-all Mudblood. "I'll get you for this Granger," he finished lamely. And with that he stormed up to his room. First Einstein, now there was Malfoy, the master plan was about to be discovered.