It had been 2 weeks since Hermione found out who the Head Boy was, and things were far from good. Only in the past week had Malfoy snogged about 10 girls, ( while she had snogged 1 boy) had gotten TWO better grades than her in transfiguration, and gotten about 50 school points (most of which were from Professor Snape.)
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"Mudblood," greeted Malfoy coldly. "Ferret," Hermione said back, just as cold as Malfoy. "When are you, scar-head and Weasel-bee gonna get OVER that? It was three years ago for Christ sake!" Malfoy asked. "Who said you still don't look like one!" Hermione questioned icily. The next thing Hermione felt was a hand on her cheek. Malfoy had slapped her. " What the HELL was that for!" Hermione said angrily. "For existing, Mudblood." Hermione slapped him. "What was that for!" Malfoy said. " For existing, Ferret," Hermione said coolly. "Oh, you got me there," said Malfoy sarcastically.
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"Mr. Malfoy, Miss Granger," greeted Professor McGonagall. "Hello, Professor," Malfoy and Hermione said together, and then looked at each other and scowled. "You both are not coming up to scratch as much as the other professors and I hoped. You have not gotten along. You have not showed house unity. Now, unless you both can plan this Halloween ball" - " Halloween ball, professor?" interrupted Malfoy quickly. "Yes, Mr. Malfoy, Halloween ball. As I was saying, unless you both can plan this Halloween ball"- "when is this going to happen?" interrupted Hermione again. "Don't be stupid, Mudblood, it's going to be on the 31st of October." " Malfoy," said McGonagall sharply. "Sorry, professor," Malfoy said. "Mr. Malfoy is right, of course. It will take place on the 31st. So either come up to scratch and plan the Halloween Ball together, or give up your positions to somebody else. "All right, Professor. I can do it," said Hermione quickly, she wanted this position more than anything else in the world. "Well, let us hope Mr. Malfoy has the same perkiness as you do, Miss Granger. Good night." "Good night, professor," said Hermione.
As soon as Professor McGonagall turned the corner, Hermione turned to Malfoy, her eyes blazing. "If you screw this up.." "I want this just as much as you, Mudblood," Malfoy said coolly. "Fine. Bye." With that, she turned on her heel and stormed away. "What is up with her?" Malfoy muttered.
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"Well, I guess we gotta plan this," said Hermione unenthusiastically. "Yeah, right! I'm doing this by myself. I don't want you messing this up, mud-blood," Malfoy fired at her. "I am planning this ball too, Malfoy. With, or without you," Hermione shot back. "Fine, let the best ball win," Malfoy said. "What?" Hermione said. " I bet my plan for the ball will be better than yours." "Well. We'll just see about that. Mine is going to be the best. But who will be the judges for us?" Hermione said. " Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Blaise," Malfoy said automatically. "What?" shrieked Hermione, "SO NOT FAIR! I get four judges too!" "Fine. Who would you like?" said Malfoy with a forced smile. " Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Lavender," Hermione said at once.
"Let the games begin!" Malfoy shouted.