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Hermione

Hermione, when she first arrived at Hogwarts, hadn't liked either Ron or Harry. She thought both were conceited little twits but time had come to show her that even the most conceited of little twits could be best friends.

With one exception, she thought with disgust. Draco Malfoy was her least favorite person, aside from Voldemort, on the face of the planet. But he was a supporter of Voldemort and his father was a death eater, so she considered him as good as Voldemort.

"Oh no," Harry moaned.

"What?" she asked, alarmed.

Harry pointed to the door where Malfoy stood.

"Get out," she angrily told him.

"Oooh, getting a little aggressive, are we?" he asked, sideling his way into the compartment.

Ron's head suddenly jerked up from his dozing-off position and he looked at Malfoy.

"Get out," he said, causing Harry to turn a snicker into a cough.

"Where are your two clowns, Malfoy?" Harry coldly asked.

Hermione raised her eyebrow at a stuttering Draco, "They're…not here," he said, his cold gray eyes cutting through the air to Hermione.

Hermione, as if he had taken several steps toward her, suddenly sat back as close to Harry as she could get.

"What, are you afraid of me, mudblood?" he asked.

She stood up in front of him, "I think you forget, Malfoy, who it was that kicked your ass last year," she said.

"We'll see," he calmly said, staring in her eyes, "We'll just see."

"So, if that's all you've come here to say, you can leave now," Ron said in an over-cheery voice.

"I didn't ask your advice, weasel," he spit.

"And trust me," said Ron, angrily standing behind Hermione, "I'd never want to give any to you. You'd have someone wipe your butt with it," he finished.

Hermione noticed Malfoy was breathing harder and looked angrier, "If I had my way…" he started, but she interrupted him.

"If you had your way, Malfoy, you'd be co-working with your father."

He stared at her, apparently speechless.

"Leave," she said through gritted teeth, "leave now or you'll regret it," she said.

Malfoy had a triumphant smirk on his face as if he had won a duel against one of them, then left.

Hermione sat down, "That was odd," she said.

"Just a little," Ron sarcastically said.

"Why would he come back here twice?" she asked herself more than anybody.

"And why would he come back here again without Crabbe and Goyle?" Harry asked.

Hermione shrugged, "I don't know."

"Well, that's why we're asking," Harry said.

Hermione suddenly felt moody, "If nobody in here knows the answer, then why bother asking your question?" she snapped at him.

He jerked back, "Sorry, I didn't know it was that time of the month," he said.

Ron snickered and Hermione stood up, "I think I'll go find somewhere else to sit, thanks," she told them and left the compartment.

She slowly walked down the length of the car, pushing her back against the wall as the food trolley passed by.

"Are we lonesome, Granger," Malfoy drawled from behind her.

She angrily spun around, "You! she said, advancing on him, "You are a dirty little freak!" she yelled, causing several people to poke their heads of the compartments, "Rotten, unworthy, spoiled mummy's boy and you know it!" she yelled at him, letting all of her anger out.

He was wide-eyed, and the only other time she had actually seen him this scared was the last time she had threatened, and slapped, him.

"You are a coward and the only reason you're so…so…hot-headed is because your father is a deatheater!" she screamed in his face.

His eyes widened even more at this comment, "Filthy little…" he began.

Hermione slapped him hard across the face, "That's for calling me a mudblood!" she screamed, felling tears of anger leak out of her eyes.

She slapped him again, causing his head to snap in the other direction, "That's for calling Ron and Harry foul names! And this is for every harmful thing you've done in your life!" she yelled louder than ever, punching him four times in the face.

"Hermione," Harry said into her ear, grabbing her arm while Ron grabbed the other, "You're going to get into trouble, let's go," he said, basically dragging her down the now crowded corridor.

"Woohoo! Go Hermione!" Someone yelled, while several Slytherins glared at her.

"Serves him right," she said as she walked past them.

"Stop, Hermione," Harry muttered, shoving her into their compartment and closing the door. Both Harry and Ron looked at her.

"What?" she asked them.

"You're going to find yourself hurt one of these days," Ron said, looking from her to Harry and back again.

"If you keep provoking them like that Hermione, there's no telling what Malfoy, not to mention every other Slytherin, can do to you," Harry said.

"Malfoy wouldn't touch me," she said, sitting straighter, "Besides, he's scared of me…"

"No he's not, Herm," Ron said.

Hermione looked at him, shocked for a moment, "What did you just call me?" she asked.

"Uh…nothing…" he replied, looking away as his face glowed scarlet.

"Anyway," continued Harry, "The point is that if Malfoy ever gets you alone, he will hurt you, Hermione. He's not afraid of you."

Hermione rolled her eyes, Yeah…right…