So I have decided that I am going to re-do this chappie and the next tonight, and then continue with the next five chapters tomorrow, and the next five the day after that. Then when I am all caught up, I have a new chappie that is very nearly done, that I will post.

Chapter Four

Don't See the Problem

"And you must be the mudblood I saw Potty and Weasel with yesterday. It's no surprise they would choose someone like you to hang around. Such a disgrace you are, the lot of you." A horrible little blonde boy snarled at a bushy, brunette carrying a bundle of books.

The girl did not look alright after his little speech towards her, however she picked her emotions up and snapped back, "Actually my name is Hermione Granger. No need to ask yours, I already have friends, Draco Malfoy. There is no need to go and make an acquaintance with you." She had seemed to forget that he had called her a mudblood before, and sat down at the front of the class, in front of who appeared to be Potty and Weasel.

"That was bloody brilliant, Hermione!" The boy Draco named Weasel replied to the little outbreak.

"That's enough, Ronald." She said back to the red-head.

"Filthy mudblood." Draco mumbled as a witch dressed in navy green robes passed him by at the back of the room.

"There will be no language of that sort in my classroom Mr. Malfoy. Five points from Slytherin. I would have hoped that I would have had a clean first day, but there is always one to put a black mark on it. I had no doubt that if it were to be anyone in the school, that it would be you. Now if you are quite finished, Mr. Malfoy, I would take pleasure in beginning our first lesson of the year." She motioned for everyone to take out their wands. "Now, I expect you all know that I am Professor McGonagall, I tech transfiguration, and am Deputy Headmistress. I met all of you at the sorting already, but I thought I would refresh your memories, a bit."

Their first lesson turned out to be trying to transfigure a plain piece of parchment into a quill. Two people were successful at the goal, no need to tell who.

"Filthy mudblood." Draco snared at Hermione.

"Mr. Malfoy do I need to make it ten points? Besides you achieved the goal just as much as Hermione did, I don't see what the problem is." The bell rang, and before everyone had the chance to escape the classroom, the professor gave a swish of her wand and the door slammed in a few students faces. "Nice try everyone. Now for homework, I expect everyone to have this perfected in time for the next three classes. Also I want a seven inch essay on how you achieved the goal. It is merely how you came across the goal, weather it be by trying for hours at a time, or by eating a box of chocolate frogs. Now off you go." Some of the students giggled at the chocolate frog part, and then the classroom was empty.

Granger was last to exit the classroom, no doubt trying to acquire a place as teachers pet.

"Oi, mudblood!" Draco jumped up from leaning back against the wall next to the door. He just so happened to have a girl on either side of him, stroking his hair, making him some kind of god. Too bad for them, because as soon as he jumped up, they clashed heads.

Granger kept walking and asked, "What do you want Malfoy?"

"Why the hell did you have to go and get the spell right on the first try. What are you trying to prove?" he asked slightly annoyed, yet slightly discouraged.

"That I actually read and did some constructive work over the summer holiday. And the least I could say about you is..." she thought cunningly. "Well nothing actually." She could see his blood boiling.

"Why you filthy little-"

"MALFOY!" screamed a raging voice.

It was Professor McGonagall, "yes professor?" Draco said while pivoting around on his left foot.

"Don't let me catch you again, or it will detention for a week. Now go on your way." Said McGonagall turning back into the classroom.

"You are so lucky she –" once again cut off.

"MALFOY!" a scream came from the room, and Malfoy dashed off with an extremely panicked face on.

Right so how did I do this time... I love writing this story, it is really fun. (ha-ha, I have no life). Anyway R&R please. Much love and hugs, and kisses!