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Hermione slowly walked down the corridor, dreading going back to the Head's common room. She had just spent a couple of hours in the library finishing the majority of her weekly homework. Though her peers assumed that she enjoyed spending her free time studying, the fact was, she only studied enough to earn top grades. The rest of the time she did things she actually enjoyed; reading, listening to music, singing and dancing in her bedroom (with a silencing charm on the walls of course). But she never let anyone other than her close friends know otherwise. She was annoyed that she had had to study a little more than usual lately. Contrary to popular belief she only earned the highest scores half the time, the other half went to Malfoy.

'I never thought that arrogant bastard would beat me in grades as well as become Head boy,' Hermione thought with annoyance as she neared the entrance to her dorm.

She said the password (ne jamais juger un livre) to the portrait of the lion having tea with the snake and walked into her common room. She fleetingly wondered about the password the headmaster had chosen for them. French was a language that she new little of, just enough to get by if she ever became stranded in France, so she was clueless to what it meant. Malfoy knew what it meant, and of course it annoyed her to no end, but she just never remembered to look up the translation when she was in the library. That and she really was just too lazy.

'I hope that Malfoy is out with Harry or somebody. I'm just not in the mood to argue with him today,' she thought as she quickly ran to her bedroom to drop off her books. She took a moment to change into a white tank top and baby blue cotton drawstring pants then made her way back to the common room. In her rush she hadn't noticed that Malfoy was sleeping on the couch with his charms textbook lying across his chest.

Hermione watched him for a moment, wondering for a millionth time how someone who looked like him could behave the way he did. It was easy for her to see why he was the most sought out guy in their little group now that Harry was taken. Not that he wasn't the most sought out before; he and Harry shared that honor. With his light blond hair and steely grey blue eyes, even Hermione had to admit that he was… er… decent.

"How can someone who looks like an angel have the heart of a demon?" she grumbled as she settled onto the couch across from him and opened her book. She was determined to enjoy the silence in the common room for as long as possible.

Unfortunately, the silence only lasted a few minutes.

"Glad that even you can appreciate how handsome I am, Granger. Too bad you would never have a chance with someone with even a quarter of my good looks," she heard him drawl lazily from behind her book.

"Oh shut up ferret, can't we have one evening where I don't have to hear the stupidity that comes out of your mouth?"

"But Granger, if I didn't speak to you, you would never have the chance to speak with a man as beautiful as me. You should be happy for the honor I have given you"

"Just because you are an overly pampered pretty boy, that does not make you a beautiful man. If I want beautiful men I can go talk to Harry, Blaise, or Ron. Hell, even Crabbe or Goyle could be considered better looking; they don't have the horrid personality that you have." Hermione rolled her eyes as she placed her book on the coffee table in front of her and glared at him. She could feel the onset of yet another argument.

Draco narrowed his eyes at her. "I will pretend that you did not say that last comment. Not that any opinion of yours on beauty is of any significance. Look at you, I've seen my owl cough up things that looked better," he sneered.

"Didn't your parents teach you any manners you git. That is not how you talk to a lady," Hermione said with forced politeness. She was determined to not let it show how much that last comment had bothered her.

"Hah! A lady?" he scoffed. "You could hardly be considered female in the wizarding community. Maybe muggles have lower standards."

Hermione didn't respond. She just glared at him silently. Draco knew that she was getting angrier by the second by the way she was starting turning. Then her body began to tremble like it usually did before she exploded with impressive insults. But what she did next shocked him. She silently stood up while continuing to glare, picked up her book, threw it at his face and stormed up to her room, never noticing that Blaise and Ron had entered the dorm and had been standing by the entrance to the common room.

Upstairs, Hermione slammed the door to her bedroom. She had never been so angry in her life. Well, she had been, but those times weren't important at the moment. She sat down on her bed and willed herself to calm down.

"He'll pay for that comment," she thought as she began to devise a plan. "He'll pay."

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