A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters.

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Writing Club September

Angel's Archieves: 4. - "I hate all of you."

Bex's Basement: 6 - "Isn't it nice we hate the same things?"

Assignment #5: Defense against the Dark Arts: Task 1: Write about someone enjoying another's pain/sadness

Word count: 683

"I hate all of you!" Hermione yelled looking around the common room. Her bag had been dumped, her homework scattered all over. Harry glanced up from the book he was pretending to read.

"It was mostly Lavender," he said after as moment.

"And you didn't stop her?"

"I..." Harry started to say. Hermione ignored him and started summoning her work.

"I'm going to find somewhere to study where people don't mess with my things. Somewhere where I'm not a know it all. Where my intelligence is actually appreciated," she stated storming out of the tower. Harry blinked watching her go. Things between the trio had been insane since Ron and Lavender had gotten together and sometimes he wondered if he was being forced to choose between his best mate and Hermione.

Hermione leaned against the wall in the dungeon. It was cooler down here. It was quiet down here. No one came down here during the weekends. She slid into the potions classroom. No one in their right mind would be here. She smiled sinking into a chair and started redoing her homework. Someone, Lavender probably, had spilled ink on part of it.

"I hate them! I hate how they think just because I'm smart that they can break my things, that they can copy my work," she muttered.

"Isn't it nice we hate the same things?" a voice asked from the shadows. Hermione startled dropping her quill and splattering ink all over over legs.

"Who?"

"Come off it, Granger. Who else would be lurking in an empty potions lab?" She rolled her eyes.

"What do you want, Malfoy? I thought you were elsewhere," she added. She knew Draco had been apprenticing with Professor Snape.

"I was, now I'm here. And I could ask you the same question. Why are you slinking around the lab?"

"Lavender and Ron tossed my homework all over the place. Harry didn't stop them. Ron's been a right git since him and Lavender..."

"He was a git before then, Granger." She shrugged.

"So I came down here to redo my homework in peace. Guess that's not happening. I'll go. Maybe the library will suffice," she grumbled starting to gather her things.

"You don't have to go."

"You hate me."

"I hate Potter more. And I hate how the Weasel treats you."

"What do you care? I'm just a Mud-blood, remember?" she asked snorting. Draco blinked, but nodded.

"I deserve that, Granger. Things have changed, maybe my mind's been changed?"

"And maybe I'm the Queen of England, I'll get out of your way, Malfoy. Have a good day." She grabbed her back and walked towards the door. "See you in class," she called letting the door slam as she left. Draco sighed looking at where she had been sitting. He wasn't lying about things changing. Maybe it was working with Professor Snape, maybe it was growing up, but he had started to realize things. Things like how attractive he found Granger's intelligence, how he was starting to notice how her eyes lit up when she knew something. He had resigned himself to working on his own task when the door opened again. He looked up.

"Thought you were going to library, Granger?"

"I was. I just... forgot my quill."

"It's behind your ear."

"Oh, right. I'll just... be going then," she started to turn. Draco shook his head watching her. She paused.

"Granger, stay. Please, at least you're not an idiot who will mess up everything I'm working on for Professor Snape. He's got me brewing a fever potion."

"Oh, I know how to do that one!"

"Fine, if you're done with rewriting your mess of parchment, you could help me. It's going to be a cold winter, we might need to brew a double batch?"

"Won't you get in trouble with Professor Snape for me helping you?"

"He won't know. Want to talk about how Weasley is an arse? And Lavender is..." Hermione smiled grabbing a cauldron. Her and Draco might not have much in common, but at the moment, they at least hated the same people.