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Chapter 8:

"I will not allow a mudblood into this school," said Draco, scribbling over the information Hermione wrote with his own quill.

"She shows magical abilities and has every right to attend Hogwarts!" Hermione argued back as she wrote the girl's name down again.

"No, she doesn't. As long as I'm in charge, a mudblood will not cross the borders of this school again," sneered Draco, grabbing the parchment from Hermione's tight grip.

"I'm Muggle born and I'm here; every person with magic is allowed to come here and you have no right to take that privilege away," said Hermione, trying to retrieve the parchment back.

It was on the fourteenth day of detention that the pair stumbled onto a Muggle born student for the first time. Hermione wrote her name on the list just like everybody else's; little did she know that Draco would erase it.

Hermione knew Draco hated Muggle born students, as much as she knew that he couldn't do a thing about their admittance to Hogwarts. But Draco thought otherwise. He would fight, yell, curse and do everything he could to prevent a mudblood from entering the castle. His trail of thought was such, only because he was a pureblood wizard who happened to be rich, and rich people had the power to do as they wished.

Unfortunately for him, Hermione wasn't the type of girl to let his arrogance pass. She would fight him if she had to, but she would add that little girl's name to the list, even if it would be the last thing she did.

"I said NO and it's the end of it. No mudbloods allowed, Granger, get used to it," said Draco, glaring.

"Stop being an arrogant prick and give me that parchment. I will write down the name of every single person the Seer shows me, and I'm not about to argue over it with you," said Hermione, taking her wand out.

"Just try and curse me, mudblood," said Draco, smirking.

"Enough," said McGonagall looking up from her desk. "I am fed up with your arguments. Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger, come to my desk," she commanded.

Hermione got up from her seat dreadfully; panic took over her senses as she made her way towards the Headmistress. She managed to get in trouble with McGonagall once again, all because of that arrogant prick.

"New rule! At the beginning of every detention you would hand me your wands, and I will hold on to them until you are out of here. I do not want to be responsible for anybody's death. You can practically kill each other with your tempers," she said, holding her hand out for them to give her their wands.

Hermione placed her wand in McGonagall's hand, and watched as Draco did the same, only with much more resent and hatred.

"Now go back to your work and make sure you complete it silently," McGonagall added, as she brought her attention back to her own work.

As Hermione and Draco walked back to their seats McGonagall looked up from the papers she graded once more.

"Oh, and muggle born students better be on that list when I get it, Mr.Malfoy," she said, looking at Draco sternly.

"Blood traitor." muttered Draco under his breath. Hermione heard the rude comment he directed towards the teacher and couldn't help but scowl in his direction.

"What are you scowling about?" he asked, glaring at her.

"At least have some respect to the Headmistress," said Hermione, glaring back.

"Don't tell me what to have towards whom. It's all your fault anyway," replied Draco nastily.

"How is it my fault?" she asked. "You were the one who didn't want to allow Muggle borns in the school. Remember?" she added accusingly.

"Because they're not worthy of coming here. They're not even worthy of having magic. I don't know how the hell they get it in the first place," sneered Draco.

"It is not up to you to decide. Just because you're a rich and spoiled brat doesn't mean the world rotates according to you," said Hermione, re-writing the list Draco messed up with his scribbling.

"And who does it rotate according to? Potter?" he asked, sneering.

"Shut up," said Hermione, huffing.

"You shut up," said Draco, glaring at her. "You're not worthy of talking to me, Granger."

"Like I really want to. If not to this damned detention I would have been studying right now," said Hermione, starting to relieve her anger out on him.

"No matter how much you study, you'll stay a mudblood, Granger, so don't bother," Draco said, waiting impatiently for the screen in the bowl to change.

"Git," shot Hermione.

"Dirt," replied Draco.

"Pathetic ferret," Hermione said.

"Stinking mud blood," Draco shot back.

"Spoiled prat," said Hermione.

"Weasel lover," said Draco glaring at her.

"Parkinson diseased," Hermione said, sniggering inwardly.

"Insufferable know it all." Draco practically yelled.

"ENOUGH!" yelled out McGonagall, as Hermione opened her mouth with yet another comeback. "What is it with the two of you? Do you not see me here? Or do you think I will just tolerate such language?" she asked, getting up from her chair.

"Sorry," Hermione managed to mumble nervously.

Draco just shrugged his shoulders in reply and sat down by the desk. He looked at the boring image that the Magic Seer showed, and yawned tiredly.

"Fifty points off from both of your houses, maybe that will teach you to respect me next time." added McGonagall sternly.

Hermione returned back to her seat only when she saw McGonagall sit back down. She couldn't believe it was such a close call. She almost got in really big trouble because of Malfoy. Again. She took her seat slowly, glaring in his direction. He just sneered in reply and waited for the bowl to show him the information of the pureblooded boy he saw through the Seer.

"These are the traits the Magic Seer should look for in students. Pureblooded, respected, and rich. That's the kind of people that should be allowed here, not filth such as you," said Malfoy, pointing to the ten year old boy.

"Shut up Malfoy," said Hermione, looking in the opposite direction. She didn't want to start another fight with Draco, and knew that he was bickering with her on purpose. He didn't mind getting expelled, yet he knew Hermione would die if she was. She wouldn't let him put that plan into action. The last thing she would do is cause him that satisfaction.

Detention was over half an hour later, but to both Hermione and Draco it seemed like an eternity. On the way out of detention Draco tried to pick another fight with Hermione, but she was too quick to get out. She knew he would try to do so, and practically ran out of detention.

They each arrived by their common rooms a short while afterwards, with intentions of heading to bed. Tomorrow was the big game, Slytherin vs. Gryffindor; Draco needed his energy to match up against Harry as a seeker, while Hermione needed hers to cheer for the Gryffindor team as loud as she could. Especially if Ron would win them the game.

Hermione took a quick shower once she was up in her dorm, and after a final exhausting sigh laid her head down on the pillow. She dreamed of tomorrow's game, dreamed of Gryffindor's victory, and the possible after party. With those sweet dreams she forgot all about Malfoy, and the problems attached to him.

Just a small note, that insult was not in any way directed to people with Parkinson disease. My late grandmother had Parkinson disease and I know it is not a laughing matter, I meant it in Pansy Parkinson kind of way. I hope nobody got insulted.