"Hogwarts books?"
"Yes, two sets please."
Hermione and Draco have gone to Diagon Alley to get their books and some other necessities. Flourish, the shopkeeper, hands them the books and Hermione takes out her money to pay, but Draco stops her.
"What happened?" She asks with a curious look on her face.
"I wouldn't be a true gentleman, now, would I, if I let you pay?" He said, with a smirk.
"Oh, shut up. You're farther than the definition of 'gentleman' than anyone I've met." Even so, she let Draco pay, a small smile on her face.
They pick up their books and head out, when they suddenly bump into someone.
"Watch where you're going! You almost ruined my dress!"
It is Pansy Parkinson.
"Oh I am ever so sorry for almost ruining your dress - NOT!" She said, sarcastically.
Pansy looked surprised for a moment, but that changed soon, and a nasty sneer took its place.
"Well, I can't expect a mammoth like you," she said, pointing towards Hermione,"to appreciate a masterpiece like this," pointing towards herself."
Hermione hhmphed.
"Wait... Why is Drakie-poo here?" Pansy asked, finally noticing him.
"Pansy, first of all, don't call me by that ridiculous nickname," Draco said, in an offended tone,"and second of all, it's none of your business."
"You won't tell me Drakie-poo?" She said, moving awfully close to him, and flirtatiously poking him in the chest.
Hermione felt a sudden rage at this. She wanted to get in between them and push them away from each other. But it turned out she was worrying for no reason, because at that same moment Draco pushed her away and said one word, loud and clear, with a hint of a 'duh' tone to it : "No".
Hermione wanted to hug him, but then Pansy turned to her with an accusatory look on her face and said,"You've done some magic on him, haven't you mudblood?"
She said the word with such distaste, that Hermione wanted to slap her. She knew that she should just walk away. Who cares what she thinks? But she couldn't. She felt like she had something to prove to her. So she blurted out,"No. We're something called friends, but you wouldn't be familiar with that term."
"Friends? You both? That's impossible." Pansy said, ignoring the last comment.
"Well, Pansy, it's not, because we are." Draco piped up.
"H-how?"
"We just figured out some... relations between us."
"What relations?" Says a voice.
Hermione almost shrieked, but stopped herself when she saw Blaise Zabini. He'd been lurking in the shadows and she hadn't seen him.
"Well, some complicated relations and... Guys, basically, she's not a mudblood."
"What? That can't be possible!" Said Pansy, with a look on her face that Hermione couldn't quite figure out.
"Once again, Pansy it is, so get used to it. Don't bother her again. And she's not such a snob when you get to know her, so be nice."
"If you think I'm going to be nice
to her, dream on.""I don't see any problem in that; if she's not a mudblood that is." Blaise said, with an uncertain look on his face.
"What do you mean if-"
"Great!" Said Draco, cutting her off. She glared at him, but Pansy started saying something.
"I cannot be a conversation with this creature anymore. I'm going." She said, walking into the store, expecting Blaise to follow her. He didn't budge.
"Blaise? I said I'm going!"
The boy let's out a huge sigh and follows her, reluctantly. Once she was sure they couldn't hear them, she turned to Draco and punched him in the arm. "Why did you cut me off like that?"
"Ouch! You know, that hurt a lot."
"Answer my question."
"Well, I did it because Blaise had just agreed to stop teasing you, and I didn't want you to provoke him even more by your mudblood equality comments. You know how they are."
"How they are? If I remember correctly, a certain someone standing in front of me relentlessly teased me for five years for being a mudblood."
"You being a mudblood was just a bonus. I actually teased you for your snobbiness."
"Then what about that thing you said that day when you came over for dinner? About me always being a mudblood for you?"
"That was to... maintain my mudblood-hating appearance."
"So you actually don't hate mudbloods."
"I never said that."
"So you do hate mudbloods."
"I- no- ugh!" Draco exclaimed. "Why do you care anyway? Its not like you're a mudblood!"
"Me being a mudblood or not isn't the matter. You can't just judge people based on their parents!"
"I said I don't mean what I say!"
"So you didn't mean it when you said you teased me for my snobbiness?"
"No- I mean-"
"You know what? Forget it. I thought when we decided to be friends it wasn't just because I'm not a mudblood." With that, Hermione started to walk away.
"Hermione! Wait!" Draco called out, but she kept on going. He wanted to go after her, but it was like his legs were glued to the ground. He couldn't move. He looked down and saw that his legs were actually glued to the ground. She must have done it so I wouldn't follow her. Muttering the counter-curse, he looked up to see that she was nowhere to be seen. Shit.

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