Out of control
"What do you mean?"
"I mean the Golden Trio aren't as golden as they think they are."
"Granger, don't forget that the reason your lot won was my mother. So let's not act all high and mighty."
"Do you really think that excuses you from every little thing you have done against us?"
"I am not talking about our spats, Granger. And I'm not talking about excuses. But it will be great if you and your little pals stop treating us like trash, simply because we're Slytherins."
"Oh no, Malfoy, I didn't think you were trash because you were a Slytherin. I thought you were trash because you were nothing but a spiteful, bullying little ferret."
Furious, and not thinking, Draco drew his wand and sent a spell at her. Hermione only just managed to block it in time, but then sent her own at him. Perhaps it was a testimony to their having matured through the war that their spells were wordless.
