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.