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Hermione's eyes opened to blindingly white walls of the hospital wing. It seemed to be around 7:00 in the morning, for the birds were, chirping, and her stomach was growling. Hermione heard the shuffling of feet so she peered round the corner. Madame Pomfrey came towards her holding orange medicine bottles looking at them with distaste. Hermione realized with dread, her medication, how could she have forgotten. The previous night's events came flooding back to her in a rushing stream. She started to clutch her head as she felt a migraine coming on. Hermione was vaguely aware of her mouth being opened and the tasteless pills being placed in. She barely heard the order to swallow, and she obediently followed. Hermione didn't realize Madame Pomfrey had asked her a question until there was an expectant pause.

"Huh? What?" Hermione, tried to be polite, but her focus was so low that she had some trouble staying awake.

"I said that you really shouldn't be using muggle medicine, magical remedies are much more accurate, not to be rude to the muggles of course, but magical solutions seemed much better."

"I have told you this already Madame, I visited them, and they said their cure would be no better than the ones I'm taking. I'm ironically the first to come with this disease. No cure has been found." Hermione automatically replied, all the teachers minus Snape had asked her this question and it was the same answer every time. Then a thought struck her, "Madame, did any of my friends come visit me?" She saw the Madame shake her head 'no' and she sighed. Figures, they really don't care; I bet the first question they ask me is about homework.

Hermione was discharged from the hospital around third period and left in search of Dumbledore; she had to find out her dorm and password. Arriving at the gargoyle, she said the password (licorice wand) and stepped in as the gargoyle moved. She was about to enter the door when she heard the soft whisper of "enter".

"Ah, Miss Granger, are you feeling well? Our staff is most concerned."

"I am fine, sir. Can I know where the dorms for Head are located?"

"Ah yes, I will summon Mr. Malfoy to go show you, I would show you my dear but, I have much work to do."

"Yes Professor." Hermione bit her lip, Malfoy? Her last encounter with him did not end well. Maybe he forgot about it, Wait a second, am I, Hermione Granger, scared?

No way, definitely not.

She dragged her feet to the Gargoyle exit and as she dreaded, saw the ferret himself leaning and smirking against the wall opposite her.

"Faint much, mudblood?" He spoke finally.

"Shut up and show me the portrait, ferret." Hermione gave a long and heavy internal sigh; she really didn't want to deal with an egotistical pureblood at the moment, namely Malfoy. Yuck.

"You know, I expected as much, mud bloods couldn't really be as strong as to stand alone, huh muddy?"

"Shut up Malfoy." Was her answer.

"Are you that dirty that even your foul blood gave up on you? Or were you just to shocked at my attractiveness muddy?"

"Are you always a pain?" was Hermione's reply

"I know I am amazing, mudblood, but I would appreciate it if you didn't fall to your feet at every sight of me capiche?"

Hermione didn't bother to reply but instead rolled her eyes. Malfoy noticed and took a different tactic.

"You know, did your friends give up on you, it was Wrongbottom who levitated you up the stairs and not Potty." Hermione clenched her teeth but did not give the ferret the satisfaction of him knowing that he hit a nerve. Malfoy also noticed the teeth however and knew he hit a bulls-eye.

"Oh I see, our little muddy's all alone. You don't have anything do you Granger? No friends, no life, no good blood." Hermione simply couldn't stand it anymore.

"You know Malfoy; I researched a little ferret charm, and have been dying to try it out, would you like to be the subject of my experiment. Don't worry It won't hurt your pride as much, you've had experience," was her retaliation. Instead of shutting up, the hallway they were walking down seemed to get colder and Malfoy meaner.

" At least I have friends who respect me for the high status I am and have." He hissed. Hermione stopped walking and he turned around to face her.

"Friends? Ha! That's a laugh. Last I checked they were called death-eaters? When is your initiation? Or has happened already?" Another point for Hermione, though she vaguely heard a pot smash behind her.

"I'm not a sissy, who'll follow some deranged maniac!" Hermione found this hard to believe and all her bottled up emotions started to spill out.

"Oh really, who was the man, no wait boy, who ran crying after a girl punched him?!" She screamed. And a strange wind seemed to whip around the two.

"Oh you're a part of the female race? I didn't notice. I rather thought you were a tree, flat, bird's nest hair, and very short and stumpy! You're and it Granger, most definitely not a she!" Hermione screamed loudly and Malfoy screamed right back. Wands were out now and the wind whipped violently even though they were both indoors, and everything seemed to be smashing. When the rage seemed incontrollable, both held out their arms, both in such an angry daze they didn't know what they were doing, and bright lights shot out. Draco's green beam missed Hermione by inches and her blue stream missed him. Everything seemed to halt in place as the contenders slumped to the floor, dazed and exhausted.

Malfoy got up and dusted himself. He addressed Hermione, "Granger, meet the four founders and guardians to our dorms. The password is aura." With that, Hermione Granger, sitting in a daze surrounded by smash objects and mixed hexes, stared after Draco Malfoy, as his back disappeared behind the portrait.

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