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Draco had been bothering my friends since day one. He'd always find something to annoy Harry and Ron, he knew exactly how to make Hermione feel hurt and he was really good at messing with Neville. Despite all that, he never said anything mean to me. There was once this confusing moment, a few days before Christmas. I was staying at school that winter break and I was walking, with my head down, to meet Harry and Ron in the great hall. Suddenly I bumped into someone and when I looked up, I saw it was Draco. We both didn't say anything. I was prepared for him to start ranting about how I should watch where I was going, but it took me by surprise when nothing happened. He just looked at me and I could've sworn he smiled slightly.
'Merry christmas.' He spoke so softly, almost whispering.

It took a while before I realized he actually wished me 'a merry christmas'.
'You too.' It propably didn't sound really convincing, because after that he never spoke to me again. It was that moment I decided my feelings towards him were neutral. He may be mean to my friends but I didn't want to hate him for that. But after he called Hermione a mud-blood, I couldn't help but feeling some sort of dislike.

'Hey,' I sit down next to the blonde boy but he completely ignores me and turns his back on me. I roll my eyes in irritation. Great. Transfiguration is one of the funniest subjects, you can have a good laugh if something goes wrong. In our second year, I worked with Ron and when he tried to change his rat into a cup, it did not go very well. Instead of creating a wonderful, cristal goblet like professor McGonnagal, he managed to make a hairy cup with a tail instead of an ear. But no, out of all people I was paired with Draco Malfoy. Awesome.

I grab my books from my bag but McGonagall tells me to put them away again. She hands out a few sheets with information about Emeric Switch, author of 'A Beginners Guide To Transfiguration'.

Hermione raises her hand. "But miss McGonagall, we've read this book in our first year." Draco groans and you can just hear the irritation in his voice.

"That's right miss Granger. But that's three years ago, and you'll need this information for your upcoming test. Not everyone has such a good memory as you do."

Hermione is satisfied with that answer and starts marking important words and sentences.

Miss McGonagall gives us all another sheet, this time with questions. "Try to come up with the answers yourself, if you nor your partner know the answer you can find it all on the sheets I just handed out. You've got 'till the end of this hour." She says with a strict tone. 

The questions are easy and I pick up my quill to start writing. When I get to question number 6, I decide to try and make a small conversation with the blonde boy sitting next to me. "Hey, do you know the answer to this one?"

'What experiment, that had happened in 1980, went terribly wrong and what was it's outcome?' The question read.

Draco squints his eyes a little and gives me a dirty look. "You're asking me? Aren't you the one who's so smart you got extra lessons?"

I roll my eyes, already regretting trying to make amends with this guy. "You're right, I know this. Just needed a little reminder."
I turn back to the sheet in front of me.
"Two people forever regretted their spontanious wild night after it had led to the excistence of a blonde, cocky douchebag." I say out loud while writing down the actual answer.

"Oh that really hurts." Draco says as he places his hand on his chest, I guess on the spot where his heart should be. "Mudblood." He softly chuckles as he continues writing.

Although he's obviously trying to hide it, he starts blushing and that's all I needed to feel satisfied. I ignore that last remark, not even bothering telling him I'm not an actual 'mudblood' since my dad was a wizard. Realizing he's just mean I sigh: working with him is gonna be a whole lot harder than I thought.

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"Poor you!" Is the first thing Ron says right after class. "Did he say anything?"

"Not really," I shrug my shoulders. "He just ignored me actually." Knowing Harry and Ron would get way too mad if I told them Draco had called me a 'mudblood', I pretend it has never happened. The word never really meant anything to me anyway. I didn't feel less because my mum was a muggle, I've always been proud of the fact that I get to live in two worlds.

"I'm so sorry, Em!" Hermione catches up with the three of us, as she'd stayed a little longer in the classroom to ask something about the upcoming test. "Professor McGonnagal told me to sit next to Patil, I guess because she's failing Transfiguration at the moment and could use some extra help."

"It's fine! I mean, if any of us had to be working with Draco, it should be me. He doesn't really bother me." They agree, 'cause they too have noticed that for some reason, Draco is always out to get them, not me.