Ch.3 "No Way!"

Hermione's POV

I sat there, on my seat, staring out the window. What else was I suppost to do? Usually looking out this window was a sign of a good year to come, but now it was a sign of the worst year of the whole seven. 'Where's a miracle when you need one?' I thought to myself. Obviously one of those miracles that always helped us on those adventures, that we never had to go on, was not going to come help me. Then again, I didn't think anything would change the mind of the new headmaster or headmistress, whomever they may be.

Ever since Professor Dumbledor died the whole school, and everything to do with it, has been a mess. After hearing how Dumbledor died everything seemed so useless. Nothing in life seemed to matter. Harry was in more danger than ever and now Voldemort was going to make his final move. I could feel it.

"Deep in thought Granger? Thinking about Weasle? Oh wait, your probably worrying about your precious Potty!" Malfoy sneered.

"I would shut up if I were you, Malfoy! I've got information that can send you strait to Azkaban! Even if that doesn't work I could always slap the crap out of you again!" I sneered back. He shut up. I'm not sure wether it was the threat of Azkaban or the threat of my slapping him again. I'd already given him one black eye that he'll have to explain, I don't think he'd want another.

I pulled out my notebook and began to write. I needed to finish the poem I had recently been working on. I could feel that Malfoy was trying to see what I was writing. "Must you be so nosey, Malfoy?" I questioned.

"No, but it really annoy's you. Not like I care what a stupid mudblood like you is writing." He laughed.

"Watch your language! F.Y.I. I don't enjoy being called that!" I screamed.

"What? Mudblood? You don't like people calling you what you are?" He laughed again.

"Say that again and I swear I'll Avada Kadavra you on the spot! You know I'm capable of that! Better yet, I'll take the pleasure of showing the ministry your dark mark! I'm sure the dementors will be happy to see you!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. Instinctively he opened his mouth to say something but the threat of dementors closed it.

"You wouldn't dare." He questioned.

"Try me." I said quietly.

The rest of the train ride was quiet. Nothing said from me or from Malfoy. Finally, I was in the great hall watching the sorting. I was home. At least the closest thing I had to home. There was now no need to talk to Ginny or anyone else for that matter. I knew what was wrong. Life was going to be well, really sucky for lack of appropriate, better wording. I followed Professor Magonagle to a door on the top floor.

"This is your dorm entry. The password is grease monkey. You can thank Mr.Malfoy for that. You two will share a common room and the staircase to your room is on the right hand side. Please, I beg of you, keep the bickering to a minimum." With that she left. I opened the door with the stupid password only to find Malfoy sitting on the couch.

"No way! No way, no way no way!" Obviously this was not going to be easy!

"Can you keep your voice down!" He meant it as an order not a request.

"You can't tell me what to do. No matter how much you try!" I replied and with that I ran up the stairs located on the right side and into my room. He was going to annoy me any way possible. I knew it! If that was the way he wanted things fine! I'd just give him a taste of his own medicine! I got out a piece of parchment and began to write a letter.

Ginny,

Get over here! We're having a sleep over!

Hermione