"Malfoy, must I ask you again to quit your incessant tapping?" I sighed at the blond, he grinned mischievously, which was all the response that told me he would not stop until I forced him to.

"Malfoy if you do not stop in two seconds I'm going to snap your hand off at the wrist." I threatened him, immediatly he stopped, apparently I am not known around the wizarding world for lying. "Thanks." I muttered.

"Why don't you like me Serpentalis?" He asked with a hurt expression on his face.

Sighing, I explained, "You are a jerk, you have no respect for others, you are a self-centered arrogant bigot, and need I go on? Because the continuation of the list is even longer."

"Hm." Draco responded, and turned back to his book. I realized it had my family tree in it. I raised my wand and tried to black out a name before he noticed it, but he had already. "Marina Serpentalis? Who's that?"

"My sister. She, eh, died a little while ago." I grumbled under my breath. Finally I got up.

"Where are you going?"

"To the library. I need some privacy to actually understand things. And I do not need to be talking to an arrogant asshole who doesn't understand the meaning of private lives or none of you business."

"Fine. But be back before the prefects find you there, or Filch. He wouldn't like to have to do more work than he has to, stupid squib." Malfoy grimaced.

Spinning around at that comment I spat out, "Keep your thoughts to yourself. Just because someone doesn't have magic in them, even if they're pureblood does not mean their bad people! I hate you and those two mindless goons that follow you around, acting like you own the place. You and your stupid pureblood-mud blood-half-blood-squib shit! I'm sick of it!" I ran out of the common room and dashed to the library. I set down my assignment and continued to read until I blacked out around midnight, with still half of my paper for Professor Snape to complete.