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Chapter 4

Hermione could hardly believe herself. Maybe… Harry and Ron were… right. The shocker of the century. It was seven o'clock on a Friday night, all of that month's homework (and most of next month's, too) was done, everyone was out relaxing, and where was Hermione? Tutoring some first year in the library. Apparently, however, she wasn't the only one annoyed by this.

"Ugh, can I go now?" said the little first year. Hermione laughed in indignation.

"Are you kidding?" she asked incredulously. "It's been 5 minutes since you've been here! All you've done is open your book and write your name on the paper! Now, let's actually get some work done here."

The little girl pouted. Her name was Ashley, she was a first year, annoying as all Hell, and she was in Slytherin. It doesn't get any worse than this, Hermione thought. Why couldn't they find someone else to tutor her, perhaps someone exactly like her. Draco Malfoy. Slytherin student, and annoying as all Hell. Ahh, Malfoy and Ashley. A match made in Heaven.

Hermione looked down at the girl's paper, looking for mistakes. "No, no, no!" she shouted, scaring the living daylights out of the girl. "Henry the Completely and Totally Insane was the one who ate the feet of his enemies, not Harry the Useless!"

Ashley scribbled out the sentence, and then glared at the older girl. "Well, I wouldn't make mistakes if you were actually doing your job and tried to help me!" She put her quill down, crossed her arms, and stared at Hermione.

"Ashley, I'm trying to help you," Hermione said, exasperated. "But I can't if you don't tell me where you're having trouble. You have to give a little, too." She scooted her chair closer to the young girl, and reopened the History of Magic textbook. "Now, what assignment are you on?"

Draco sat behind a shelf in the library, watching Hermione and Ashley study. It was really kind of stalker-ish, in a creepy sort of way. The Weasley girl had just joined the pair, questioning Hermione about some pointless thing. Immediately, he was drawn to the red-haired girl, who for some unknown reason to him (most others would correctly assume it was from hormones) found himself constantly thinking about her. Lost in a daydream, he didn't realize that anyone else was there until he felt a hand on his shoulder. He jumped about two feet in the air.

"What are you doing here?" Ginny asked.

"What's it to you?" Draco retorted.

Ginny sat in shock for a moment, but quickly got over it. "Well, it's nothing to me," she said, "but it's definitely off that you're sitting behind a shelf, watching people." She gave him a 'that's so obvious' face. "You've got to at least admit that."

Draco sat glaring at the girl. "Whatever," he said, sounding like a pre-pubescent girl. "Well, if it bothers you so much, why don't you just go run off to Dean Thomas or whoever. I know how you love him."

"What?" she said indignantly. "I haven't liked Dean for ages. You need an information update, buddy."

"Oh, so who is it, then?" Draco retorted. "Harry Potter? Seamus Finnegan? Colin Creevey? Come on, I know you Gryffindors like to interbreed."

Ginny laughed at Draco's ignorance. "Are you kidding? That's so dumb! You know, you're really prejudiced, Malfoy."

"I'm prejudiced?" he cried. "Well, at least I'm not the only one, Weasley."

"What are you talking about?" she asked.

He smirked. "Well, since we're on the topic of boyfriends… Would you ever date a non-Gryffindor?"

"It's a moot point," Ginny said smugly. "I already have."

Draco silently cursed himself, remembering two years ago when the older Weasley boy had burst into an outrage toward the stupid Ravenclaw boy. "Well," he asked, an evil grin spreading across his face, "would you ever date anyone from Slytherin?"

Ginny made a disgusted face. "Eww, heavens no! They're so evil and gross!"

"And you say that I'm prejudiced?" Draco asked. "Now, I do believe that most people would say that that was… oh, hum, hypocritical?" He thought for a moment. "Yes, I do believe that you're prejudiced, too."

"Well, I guess we're both a little prejudiced, then." Ginny smiled at Draco, who also had a smirk on his face. "But it doesn't mean we go around committing hate crimes! Er, I hope," she added looking over at Draco.

"Yeah!" he exclaimed. "No one's really that prejudiced."

"But everyone does make judgments based on houses," Ginny added.

Draco grinned, agreeing. "Well, not big judgments like who to talk to and such. Just little ones like… violence before the Quidditch Finals!"

Ginny laughed, knowing the ferocity of the houses before the Quidditch Cup match. "Yeah!"

"Hey!" a new voice yelled. "What are you talking about, Ginny?" he asked incredulously. It was Harry.

"Uh… nothing?" she said quietly, shrinking away from Harry.

"It's just violence between the houses," Draco said casually, as if commenting on the weather. "Everyone enjoys it."

"Well, I don't," Harry said.

"Well, of course you don't, you're in Gryffindor. But I bet you enjoy beating the crap out of us on the field," said Draco pointedly.

Harry smiled sheepishly. "Well, yeah…"

"See! You're prejudiced, too!" exclaimed Draco.

"I suppose so," replied Harry, a bit reluctantly.

"Oh, yes you are!" Ginny pointed out. "Don't you even try to deny it!"

"Okay, okay, fine, I'm prejudiced too. Are you happy?" Harry looked annoyed by having to admit to Draco Malfoy that they had a similar fault. Draco smirked in response.

An uncomfortable silence fell on the group as they realized how long they had been standing around, talking. "So, did anyone hear about the new Cumulus 4800? They're the newest and best brooms out on the market!"

"I heard about that," Harry stated. "I think the inventor was a Gryffindor, too!"

"No, I think he was a Slytherin," Draco replied.

"Actually, I'm pretty sure he was in Gryffindor."

"No, I'm telling you, he was in Slytherin!"

"Guys, guys!" Ginny jumped in before Harry and Draco had the chance to tear each other apart. "That inventor was a Hufflepuff!"

They all immediately burst out laughing. "Oh no, I'm crying," Harry said between peals of laughter.

Footsteps announced the arrival of a new person to the chaos. "Hey guys, what are you laughing about?" Ron asked, stepping into the circle.

"Prejudice," Harry said. Ron, along with everyone else, started laughing.

"Ron!" came a vicious scream from the doorway. Hermione came storming into the library, waving a small pile of papers in the air. "Look at all of this! This paper"-here she held up a long piece of parchment- "was supposed to be 3 feet long. It's only 6 inches! Honestly, Ron, how hard is it to write a 3-foot paper on the achievements of Heinrich the Overachiever? I mean, he only single-handedly defeated an entire colony of dragons, and then he…"

Everyone in the room stopped listening to Hermione's boring sphiel around the time of "3 feet long!" "What on Earth is she talking about?" Draco asked.

Ron looked at them, confused with their reactions. "Um, homework?" he responded. There was a slight pause, and then the entire group burst into laughter.

"Hey, don't laugh at her!" Ron yelled indignantly. "How many of you can do complex arithmancy equations in your head?"

Ginny smiled, sighing at the same time. "Oh, Ron," she said sweetly. "Everyone's a little bit prejudiced!"

Ron scoffed at her. "I'm not!"

"Oh, no?" Draco asked incredulously.

"Nope," Ron said with a smirk of satisfaction on his face. Draco laughed. "Oh yeah, Mr. Smarty Pants? Well, how many smart girlfriends have you had?"

"What? Ron!" Hermione screamed incredulously.

"Hey Ron, I think the term you're looking for is 'genius' or 'Einstein' or maybe perhaps 'bloody brilliant'," Draco said smartly. Ron looked dejectedly at the ground.

"Oh, darling," Hermione said, rushing to console Ron, "I know you're not trying to be ignorant, but it is a tad offensive calling me just 'smart'."

"I'm sorry, honey. I love you!" said Ron.

"And I love you, too," she said sweetly.

"But, you're prejudiced, too," he pointed out.

"Yes, I know. The Ravenclaws have all the brains and the Slytherins try dirty intimidation tactics. And I'm always stuck in classes with people who can't even spell their own names!" Hermione was shouting now, exasperated with everything.

"Me, too!" Ginny exclaimed.

"Me, too!" Harry added.

"I have to live with those people!" Draco cried. He looked around at everyone else as they all realized the solution to their argument.

Everyone's a little bit racist, it's true

But everyone is just about

As racist as you!

If we all could just admit

That we are racist a little bit,

And everyone

Stopped being so P.C.,

Maybe we could

Live in- Harmony!

"Everyone's a little bit prejudiced!" Hermione exclaimed.

Suddenly, Madam Pince appeared from behind a bookshelf. "Everyone, GET OUT! You're being loud and disruptive," she shouted as she pointed a finger into each person's face, "and disturbing people trying to study. Out, out!"

And she chased them all out of the library, with each person running for his or her life.

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