A Change of Peace
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Hermione's day was fairly normal until she went to her fourth class, advanced Transfiguration which she shared with a majority of Seventh year Ravenclaws, a few Hufflepuffs, and three Slytherins. She and four other Seventh years were the only Gryffindors.
She
sat down at her table that she shared with one other. Blaise
Zabini.
"You're in my seat." A gruff voice said from beside
her. She looked up into the dark handsome glaring face of Zabini. She
raised her eyebrows.
"Actually, this is my seat." She
replied, not moving an inch. He growled.
"Get up Granger." He
snarled. She smirked.
"And why would I do that?" She
asked.
"Because you're a mudblood and I am a pureblood, I'm
obviously better than you are." He retorted smugly. Hermione rolled
her eyes at him.
"Yeah, whatever. If we were in America in the
16th Century,
you'd be a slave." She muttered. He obviously heard her because
his face became very violent.
"What did you say?" He
snapped.
"Oh nothing." She smiled at him. He was about to say
something else but Professor McGonagall walked into the room and told
him to sit down. He muttered something rude about mudbloods being
dirt as he sat down. Hermione smiled smugly at herself as she
listened and took notes on what McGonagall was saying.
