Civility is Overrated.

Hermione entered the Great Hall just as the sorting ended and took her seat between Parvati and Harry. Ron sat directly across from her and next to a smirking Lavender. She looked from Lavender to Ron and Ron blushed at his choice of seating partner. Ron tried to convey with his eyes that he was sorry he sat next to her, but Hermione just smiled at him. In her smile was the message that it was alright and that she understood. She turned to Harry.

"Did I miss anything important Harry?" she asked.

"Not really Mione. Got 17 new Gryffindors, Ravenclaw got 10, Hufflepuff received 21 and Slytherin only received 5 new members" he replied.

At the confused look on Hermione's face Harry embellished: "I think that because most of the death eaters are in Azkaban their families are no longer under the control of those who would force them into certain beliefs."

"I figured that Harry; what I am wondering is why there are so many Hufflepuffs."

"Maybe…" Harry was cut off as Dumbledore began to speak.

"Let us give a round of applause for each new member of the Houses. May they be well received and find happiness within these walls. A few words before we start our feast…"

"That's already a few words" Ron muttered, eager to begin the feast.

"Ronald!" Hermione whispered fiercely. Her facial features softened as Ron's ears turned red. 'I always loved that about him…Gah! Stop it Hermione!' She slapped her head and shook it, as though scrambling her bran would fix those thoughts.

"I'd like to introduce the Head Boy and Head Girl to you now. I give you Mr. Draco Malfoy of Slytherin and Miss. Hermione Granger of Gryffindor. Please stand." Dumbledore continued.

Everyone looked towards either Draco or Hermione. Realizing how she must look shaking her head and slapping herself she quickly stopped and stood up blushing profusely.

Malfoy watched her cheeks color. 'She's gorgeous when she's tinged pink. Makes me want to…'

He is interrupted from his thoughts when he hears a wolf whistle. Immediately he darted his eyes towards the Hufflepuff table where the sound originated from. His eyes locked on Zacharias Smith who was just now lowering his fingers from his mouth at the glare of the very angry Slytherin.

Looking around, Draco noticed that Hermione was gaining a lot of stares from the boys in the Great Hall. 'She's spoken for boys. She just doesn't know it yet.'

Dumbledore allowed the applause and the whistling to continue, much to Draco's chagrin, before continuing. "Now, since that matter is settled, I do believe there is only one thing I have left to say…Enjoy your feast!"

With those resounding words the feast appeared on the table and the students began the feast. Some began the feast a little heartier than others…

"Ron, please slow down. It's inanimate. It's not going anywhere." Hermione said while laughing at the display Ron was making by grabbing each of the bowls with the growing fervor.

Lavender looked at Hermione then and screeched. "Leave him alone, he needs to keep up his strength. He is a growing boy. Besides, you are not his girlfriend anymore." 'I took care of that already' she added silently to herself.

"You're right Lavender. I'm sorry Ron" she replied, feeling a bit more than shamefaced.

Lavender sat there gloating like there was no tomorrow. Ron looked horrified at Lavender.

"Excuse me, but I am no boy, growing or otherwise. I do not need you to speak for me, especially where my best friends are concerned."

Lavender looked shocked that Ron disagreed with her. Shock quickly turned to indignation and she decided to try a different tactic. She decided to try seduction.

"Ron…" she whined as she put her hand on his thigh. "Why do you let her make fun of you like that?"

Ron reached down below the table, picked up her hand and dropped it back by her own person.

"Lavender, she was just joking around with me. She was not being spiteful. Once again, I do not need you to speak for me, and please keep your hands off me."

Lavender stood up, glared at Hermione, who had her face down looking at her plate, and stormed off, all the while plotting the Head Girl's demise.

"Hermione, I'm sorry…" Ron began, but Hermione cut him off with a wave of her hand.

"Don't worry about it Ron. Guys, I think I am going to go back up to my room now. I'll see you all later."

With these words, she left the table, leaving her uneaten dinner there as the only reminder that she was there at all.

"Harry. She knows I'm sorry right? She's got to understand that right?" Ron questioned.

"Of course Ron, but it might help if you stay away from Lavender for a little while…" and seeing the frantic look on his friends face he continued "…at least in front of her."

"I'll try Harry, but it's going to be bloody hard. Lav's really good at…"

"Ron, please. I don't want to know what she's good at. Every other male at this table and other tables know what she's good at. I like being unique; came with the scar. I just can't be like everyone else. I just can't" Harry finished in a high pitched voice.

Harry's bantering brought Ron's spirits up, but only fueled the anger of the Slytherin watching the charade. 'You were stupid to let her go Weasle. It was your mistake, which will work in my favor. Whether or not she understands that your sorry your sorry chit of a girlfriend is a brainless idiot will not help you. She is mine. She will always be mine.'

Draco stood up and stalked towards the door.

"Draco!" shouted a voice.

He turned to find the source of the voice. His eyes locked with those of none other than Pansy Parkinson.

"Pansy, I am in no mood for your inane little comments, nor do I have any wont to sleep with you, play with you, talk to you or even be in the same room with you, so please, do us both a favor and don't even try."

"Oh, Draco. You don't mean that. I know you don't. You're just trying to keep up some sort of charade for everyone. It's okay though. We can be open about our love. No one here will mind" she replied batting her eyelashes.

"I think your eye is twitching Pansy" voiced one of the Slytherin boys.

"Pansy, please. I do not love you. I never did. I never even liked you. There was nothing between us then, and there is definitely nothing between us now. Take your hand off my arm, and sit down."

Pansy sat down at the ice she felt coming from Draco's voice. He turned and left the Great Hall in a swish of billowing robes.

"And for your information Blaise Zabini, my eye was not twitching!"

"Yeah right Parkinson and I'm the tooth fairy" he replied laughing and shaking his head at her earlier antics.

Pansy resumed eating dinner and decided to figure out a way to get Draco to admit his feelings for her.

A/N: This may be the last installment for a little while. I've typed everything I had written down, and I'm currently experiencing writers block with this story. I have also had my internet taken out of my computer. I put it on cause my daddy's gone today, but it will be off when he gets back home. So yeah. I am also home sick from work today. I have a horrible head cold and feel as though I am about to die. But, last night I went to the store, bought some Runny Rhino Cold Pops and should be feeling better soon.  I'm such a child sometimes. Anyway, please review and let me know what you think.

Thanks.