"YOU STUPID MUDBLOOD!" Draco screamed. "How dare toi humiliate me?!?"
They were in front of the Potions classroom, everyone had left, even Snape. The candlelight from the chandeliers, was the only available light.
Hermione didn't even flinch as the spit from the disgraceful mouth in front of her. She tried to keep her cool, which really isn't that hard for her.
"Malfoy, I dont think a simple slap between enemies is that humliating. toi decided to accept it, toi arse." She spat. 
Draco glared at her with his gray-blue eyes. 'That stupid mudblood, how dare she say that to me?'
As Draco's large hand made direct contact with her cheek, Hermione's petite hand slapped his face. 
"YOU ARSE!!!" She screamed. "I DON'T CARE IF toi HATE ME, ou MY STATUS! BUT toi HAVE NO RIGHT TO SLAP ME! NONE." Her evil death glare actually frightened Draco a little. 
"I can do whatever I want, Granger. I can slap that pretty little face silly if I want to. Deal. With. It."
"Ohh, big boy likes my pretty little face huh?"
"Merlin." He muttered. "Actually," He leaned in closer, his warm breath touching her, his cold lips brushing her cheek. "You look like a troll." She punched him in the arm. "Like I said, you're an arse." 
"A very handsome arse, am I wrong?" Draco a dit cooly, ignoring the throbbing pain under his robes. Running his slim fingers through his pale blonde hair he leaned gracefully against the doorway, crossing his arms across his chest. 
"Yes, toi are. Finally, we come to an agreement on something rational." Hermione said, lips in a firm, thin line. 
He leaned in closer. "Let me remind toi it's YOUR fault we're having this horrible conversation, Granger." He slurred. "Let me ALSO remind you, I hate you." 
Hermione looked at his emotionless eyes, searching for some feeling. 'How can he live with himself knowing little children fear his name? Shame on him.' 
"Why are we still speaking, Mr. Malfoy?" She skimmed.
"Mr. Malfoy? Granger, being formal are we? montrer me the AUTHORITY I deserve? l’amour it. Do it plus often. toi dirty muggle-born." Draco spat, very much irked. 
"I don't need this." Hermione gasped. She walked away, her brown bushy hair waving in the breeze. 
"Granger, please. One plus thing," He a dit as sincerely has possible. 
She didn't turn around but replied, "Yes Malfoy?"
He sneered. "How DO toi get your hair like Crabbe's armpit hair? Do toi ever trim it? ou do anything about your teeth? So rat-like. Fascinating."
"You. Are. An. Arse." Hermione seethed, throwing her sharpest quill at Draco's face. 
He dodged just in time, as it sailed through the air into mur suivant to him.
"Oh Granger, dear naughty Granger. Tsk, tsk. toi don't REALLY want to kill me? ou do you?" He asked politely, eyes glimmering with hate. 
"Yes." She a dit smiling.

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