Draco Malfoy flipped through the Daily Prophet loudly, irritating the woman sitting across from him in the healer tearoom.
Kagome's eye twitched as she chewed her salad slowly, the grip on her fork turning her knuckles white.
"Are you lost?" she snapped.
Malfoy glanced up, turning back to his paper and flipping the page loudly. "Are you?"
"I must be, last week I was enjoying a couple of butter beers with George Weasley and the next thing I know I'm stuck here with you. Why are you here, did you get bashed in the head during the Battle of Hogwarts and forget your entire family history?"
Sitting up straighter, Draco shut the paper and shot his steely gaze across the table. "Missing Weasley so much you have to surround yourself with his doppelganger? What else should I expect from a mud blood?"
Kagome leaned back in her chair as if he'd slapped her, tears filling her eyes quickly at the words tumbling from the blondes tongue with ease.
Dashing the tears away quickly, Kagome gathered her food and tossed it in the garbage in her haste to leave the room, a sob tearing at her throat.
Draco shifted in his seat and turned back to his newspaper suddenly very uncomfortable with himself.