Author's Note: I love Draco. And I am pretty fond of Draco/Hermione, but I dislike him being too out of character in some fanfics. So I tried my best to have a slight Draco/Hermione while keeping him still in character. :) Except for the ending. I couldn't help myself. I love A Very Potter Musical and my mind wouldn't let me end it any other way. haha

Draco sneered and clutched his book closer to his side, his arm muscles tensing and heartbeat going faster. Across from him was Hermione Granger, a mudblood, best friend of Harry Potter, and a disgustingly ugly creature at that. He hated everything about her; her hair, her overly large teeth, her smile, how smart she was. He hated that she knew everything, or pretended to, and he hated how she looked at him.

"Stop staring at me Granger," he told her coyly, voicing his thoughts out loud, "I might catch whatever disease you have."

Hermione glared back at him. Then smirked and flipped her hair. "Whatever 'disease' I have, Malfoy, I'm sure you have the very same one, and possibly even many more ailments."

Next to Malfoy, Crabbe chuckled. Draco snapped his head around and Crabbe's amusement ceased, yet he still had the remains of a smirk on the ends of his lips. Goyle looked confused, and Draco assumed he had been daydreaming, which was what he usually did.

"Think a mudblood's joke is funny, Crabbe? Think she's clever?"

Crabbe shook his head, but out of the corner of his eye, Draco saw Hermione's smile deepen.

"Draco, you seem to be upset that he finds me amusing," she said mockingly.

Draco turned his head toward Hermione again and scoffed. "That's likely. Crabbe is just too stupid to know any better." Draco patted Crabbe's head, as if his companion were a dog. "He doesn't understand that you, Granger, have no real sense of humor. He's so idiotic that he feels like everything that was intended to be funny needs to be. Which, we both know, isn't true."

Hermione's smile disappeared and she sighed dramatically. "Malfoy, you are the one who has no sense of humor. You are the one who feels the need to put people down to make things funny for you. It's not funny for them. And if you think it is, then you really are quite stupid."

"Obviously you know nothing about me, Granger, because if you did, then you'd know that the only reason I put people down is to make it funny for myself. If they got any enjoyment out of it, I wouldn't do it." Draco gave her an arrogant look and lifted his eyebrows. He was clearly enjoying the argument and how he was sure he was winning.

Hermione stared at him a long moment and shifted her weight to her left foot. She was racking her brain for exactly the right thing to say to Draco to make him shut up. When she found it, her smile returned.

"You're right, Draco, I don't know anything about you. And frankly, I don't want to." With that, she adjusted the books she was carrying and flounced off, leaving Draco, Crabbe and Goyle alone in the hallway.

Draco smiled, Crabbe yawned, and Goyle picked his nose.

"She is so amazingly sexy when she's pissed."

Crabbe stopped mid-yawn and said, "What, Malfoy?"

Draco shook himself, and yawned as well. "Oh, nothing. . . ."

There was a brief silence, and then Draco said, "Come on, let's go watch Wizard's of Waverly Place."

And so exited Crabbe, Goyle, and Malfoy.