Hermione woke up the next morning extremely tired. She had been thinking about 5:00, when she would be forced to tutor Malfoy, and ways to get out of it. She thought all night but didn't come up with any ideas. If she didn't meet him at all, he'd tell Snape. She couldn't ask Dumbledore to change it, because he'd never agree to it-he put her with Malfoy in the first place. 'Where am I? Why is it so quiet?' she thought, rubbing her eyes. She looked around. 'Oh yeah, I'm Head Girl, I've got my own room.' She stretched and opened the door to the bathroom in her room. After a quick shower, she brushed her hair-well she tried to anyway.
'My hair is such a mess!' She tried to pull the brush through the mass of fluffy hair but it got stuck. She yanked the brush out and stared at it. Quite a bit of it was stuck on the brush. 'There goes some of my hair again!' Everyday her hair would come out in her brush due to the pulling. It was a lot, but Hermione had so much hair nobody could even see that any came out at all. She looked carefully at her reflection.
'God, you need to do something about your hair! It's awful!' the mirror shouted. "Watch it! I'll break you in a second!" She screamed at the mirror. 'Sorry' said the mirror, timidly. "You better be!"
She gave a last angry look at the mirror, then put her books in her back and hurried out of the room.
"Talking to yourself-the first sign of insanity" said Malfoy, who was leaning against the wall next to her door, examining his nails.
"I wasn't talking to myself; I was talking to the mirror!"
"Talking to inanimate objects -the second sign of insanity"
"But the mirror told me that-"
"Inanimate objects talking back to you-third sign of insanity."
"Shut up!"
Malfoy smirked at her. "Great comeback Granger, it's so incredibly original. Although you hang around Weasel, maybe that's why, the guy doesn't have an original bone in his body."
She shoved him, which didn't really have an effect because he was already against the wall. He raised his eyebrows.
"Now really, Granger, come on. I know you can't keep your hands off me but please- try to! I don't really enjoy the feel of mudblood filth on my skin." Malfoy said, wiggling his eyebrows at her. She shut her eyes tightly. She was already getting a headache. 'Ugh. I can't manage 3 minutes alone with him without feeling sick. How am I going to get through tutoring him for an hour?'
"Please tell me that last night was a nightmare and that I'm not really going to have to tutor you," she pleaded.
He gasped. "Why Granger! I didn't know you dream about me! I'm flattered…but I don't want mudbloods dreaming about me. It's just not right," he said, putting his hand on his chest in fake shock.
"Whatever, I'm leaving." She pushed past him to get to the door, and heading toward the Great Hall. Malfoy came after her and walked behind her.
"Don't walk behind me, Malfoy." She said without turning around. He ran up to her to walk beside her. "Is this better?" he asked, falling into step with her, She rolled her eyes at him. "Leave me alone, Malfoy. Go find your stupid bodyguards and that ugly pug girlfriend of yours!" He ignored that and continued to walk beside her. They were nearing the entrance. Hermione felt a bit anxious. There was no way she was walking into the Great Hall side-by-side with Malfoy. She'd be the target of Lavender and Parvati's gossip the whole day-and maybe more than one day if she was really unlucky. And Hermione didn't feel all that lucky today.
"Get away from me Malfoy!" She hissed, trying to walk away from him. He grabbed her arm to prevent her from moving away from him. . "Leave me alone, or I'll punch you in front of everyone!" He stopped and looked at her eyes. She looked serious. He stepped back, and looked at her carefully for awhile. Finally he said "The mirror was right. Fix your hair, mudblood. It looks like a bird's nest." He gave her a cold look, and entered the Great Hall without her.