Draco reluctantly wondered into the Ministry office for Transportation Department, fiddling with his fingers. "Stupid father," he mumbled under his breath, "Stupid Death Eaters, stupid test, stupid destiny, stupid life…" Staring at his moving feet, he didn't realize someone had been in front of him and had knocked the person of track. "Sorry," he mumbled; he glanced himself a scene of a girl with chestnut brown eyes and bushy brown hair with pout like lips. He stopped between the test room doorways and turned around. The girl didn't expect him to help her up, as she knew Draco Malfoy only to well, and got up immediately.
"Well, well, well," he grinded through his smirk. "If it isn't my favorite mudblood. Hermione Granger."
"I'm flattered, Malfoy," she said through gritted teeth, shooting him dark glares that could kill.
"Let me guest?" Draco started circling her. Hermione stood firm with her chin held high. He continued. "They finally found out that you weren't a real wizard, and they ordered you here so they can take your wand away mudblood?" he sneered.
"Let me guess," she replied coldly towards him, "Here to try and bail your father out of Azkaban for him?" she said with satisfaction soothing through her voice at the look on Draco's face. True his father was in Azkaban, but the thought of bailing him out was painful, literally.
"Don't talk about what you don't know about Granger. I'm warning you."
"You're warning me? Please Malfoy I know just as much as you do," she said, remembering the attack at the Ministry, which happened not to long ago. Hermione, who was a bit flustered from anger, nudged pass him whispering, "Move out of my way Death Eater."
Hermione was almost through when she felt a strong hand grasp her left forearm.
She was immediately turned around to be facing a stern looking Draco Malfoy.
"I… am not…a…Death Eater," he said through gritted teeth. Hermione pulled her arm out of his grasp. Slowly backing into the doorway she replied sheepishly but clearly, "Well, you definitely do act like one. And face it Draco Malfoy, you will be one. That's the truth." Hermione walked through the doors, leaving an empty soul in the hallway.
Draco stood there, not angry, not confused, not frustrated, and not thinking of how a mudblood had beaten him at his own game. She was right. He knew it. Someday he would become a Death Eater. Is that what everyone thought he was? This would definitely ruin his chance at being an Auror. He now felt as if he needed to prove himself. He wanted to prove everyone they were wrong if that was the case.
Draco burst through the doors and took the last seat for the testing available. Now he was mad. He was so wrapped up in anger that he hadn't even realized Hermione sitting in front of him when he first sat down. Hermione shifted uncomfortably when she noticed Draco sitting behind her. Both their train of thoughts were put aside when a constructor came out to give them the test. A tall tan wizard wearing a long black robe glided to the front of the room. All the other wizards and witches who were going to take the test gave him their attention; Draco and Hermione included when he spoke.
"Good morning to you all. Today is the day you'll be learning how to apparate at and disparate at will. Now if you could pay attention I will be putting you all in groups."
The tan Wizard put them into two groups, A and B. Draco was in Group B.
Through the whole entire morning Draco was exceedingly well at his tests. There was four parts of the test; disappearing within a room, disappearing into wizard protected areas, and testing on your keen instincts to blend in with a crowd once you've apparated.
"Good job Mr. Malfoy," his instructor said. Draco didn't think his grade on the last three test were good. Well, at least not for his father. "Eventually," he thought to himself, "He'd have to take the bloody test someday anyway."
By the time everyone had been tested on the first three tests, it was nearing 6:00 in the evening. Both the groups were brought back into the room, into their original seats. Draco was feeling much better after all that testing. When he sat back in his seat, Hermione was already there in front of him. "Hmm," he thought, "Messing with Granger should be put to use."
Before he could act, the constructor walked back in. "Okay," he said, clapping his hands together, "Now, you will be taking your final test of the exam." When he was done, he pulled out an eleven-inch wand and waved it in the air. In front of everyone appeared a notebook of fifteen pages and a quill. "Right," he continued. "Now, on each page there is ten questions on each topic of aparating and disaparating. Please finish the test within one hour. Refrain yourself from talking for it disrupts the testing area. If you do disrupt you will be turning in your test with a fail and will be able to take the test again in two months." He viewed the whole room to see if everyone understood. "Great, you may begin."
Draco began his test, with much difficulty. He got the first two or three questions right, but because he hadn't studied, he wouldn't be able to past this without some kind of help. Then he saw it. The Mud-blood Granger who sat right in front of him. She was known at school for being a know-it-all; now she just might come in handy.
"Psst, Granger?"
"What?"
"What's the answer to number six?"
"I'm not going to let you cheat on me. Ever, Malfoy," and she returned to her own test. Draco was furious. She refused to let him cheat, "How dare her!" Reluctantly, he needed her help though. So he began prodding her. Hermione tried to ignore, but soon enough she grew restless. "What Malfoy!"
"Excuse me Miss Granger?" the constructor asked, hearing the disturbance. "Could you please come to the front of the room?"
Hermione hesitantly looked around. She turned around to see Draco, in shock. Draco stared back at her, his face open, gaping like a fish. Hermione gave him one of her coldest stares, and walked up to the front. "Please turn in your paper."
Hermione gave him her paper.
"You have two more months to practice for the test again. Perhaps next time you'll be a little quieter." He said, taking the test in his hands.
"You can't be serious!" she said in disbelief. The constructor then, ripped the paper to pieces. "Fine!" she said sternly. She walked back to her desk to gather up her things. Turning to Draco she hissed, "I hope your happy," before leaving the room.
