Hello Mudblood - DISCONTINUED

Old Habits Die Hard

(A\N: Next chapter! Hope you enjoy it. xx)

Bloody hell, was Hermione's first thought as her childhood nemesis stood, towering over her, with that ridiculous smirk on his face. She though quickly as to how to reply to his derogatory remark, but then thought; why stoop to his level? Why fight fire with fire, when really he is below you in so many ways? That's what she would do. She wouldn't let his snide remarks get in the way of her perfect Saturday. She would 'kill him with kindness,' as her mother always said when she was young.

But as she went to give him a fake smile, she looked at him and realized how much he had changed from their years at Hogwarts. He was taller, much taller, around 6'3 maybe only about an inch or two short of Ron. But Malfoy was much more muscular from what she could tell. He had on a white cotton button down shirt, with a pure black blazer and thin tie, black slacks and black dress shoes. Typical Malfoy, she thought, always dressed to prove he's better than everyone else even on a damned Saturday. Through his clothes though, she could see a lean, hard, and muscular body. He was still pale skinned but it suited him because of his platinum blonde hair. He looked much more grown up and handsome now then when he was younger. He was always good looking but was lanky and awkward. Now as an adult he had grown to his full potential.

His face had changed dramatically as well. He wasn't the same paled face child with boyish features any more. He was a man with features any sensible woman would swoon after no matter the consequences. His face was hard and strong with extremely high check bones, straight smooth lips, a pointed chin and nose. His eyebrows and eyelashes were the same color as his hair, platinum blonde, his eyes a storm grey.

"Like what you see, mudblood? Because you can look but it'll cost you to touch." He said with a smirk.

Snapping out of her thoughts, Hermione replied in an annoyed tone, "No thanks, Malfoy. You have your whores for that don't you?"

He raised his eyebrows at her, surprised at her comment. "Granger, my whores are much better looking than your disgusting self. And they come to me willingly; by the way, I don't have to persuade them." He said with a wolfish grin that made his eyes dance with mischief and pleasure at being able to get under her skin again.

"Right," she replied in a tone that clearly explained she didn't believe him, "and that's why they all have shite for brains correct?"

"Whoa now! Granger's ACTUALLY used profanity! Say mudblood, look out that window for me and see if any pigs are flying will you?"

"Piss off." She spat.

"Make me." He said, with a look in his eye that said I dare you to try.

What happened to her plan to kill him with kindness? Damn, she thought, stupid ferret getting under my skin.

She started to gather her things, fed up with having to deal with him on a day that she was supposed to have to relax. She grabbed her book and half eaten bagel, and stuffed them in her bag. She picked up her coffee making a leave for the coffee shop when she heard Malfoy speak again.

"Running scared again, mudblood?" He said with a sneer so ugly it made his handsome features look distorted as if he was in pain.

Hermione's fury was at maximum and she exploded. She didn't yell or scream or throw things at him like she wanted to, but instead walked up and looked him straight in the eye (which was difficult seeing as she was 5'3 and he 6'3, exactly a foot taller than her).

"I never ran scared." She started off, in a low voice that shook with fury. "You, on the other hand, were so careless and stupid. You would be dead if it wasn't for myself, Harry, and Ron, correct?" She tilted her head at him, glad at the irate fury passing over his face, from the truth of her words. "We saved your life TWICE, you worthless excuse for a human." She bit out become choked up at the flashbacks she was getting.

"But how about the time we were at the Manor? You did nothing. You are a coward, and a pathetic little boy who wanted to follow after his father's stupid mistakes. I loathe you. No, wait," She changed her mind, "I don't even loathe you anymore. Now, all I feel is pity." Her face was alight with disgust and distain at having to even point this out to him. Her eyes were like coals now. So dark, they looked black, because of the state of fury she was in.

He face matched hers. Alight with fury and disgust, his eyes a steel grey. The though of this mudblood speaking to him this way pissed him off beyond anything, but having her actually doing it, made his whole body tingle and his eyes seeing red. And the fact that she pitied him caused him to want to wring her neck right then and there, not caring if anyone was watching.

Instead of doing what he wanted, he spoke; "I am no coward." He spat out. "You don't know anything about what I went through. You barely know anything at all-"She went to cut him off angrily but before she could speak; "I'm not finished." He growled. He stared down at her again, continuing.

"You are a bloody know-it-all, who can't keep her filthy, bushy haired, dirty blooded, arse out of other people's damn business! I don't care about you saving my life anymore! I don't owe you, or Pothead, or the bloody Weasel, a minute of my time. So you can try and guilt me into things that happened in the past mudblood, or you can get over the fact that I am a rich bachelor, who can have any woman I want. Unlike you, you'll grow up to be an old maid living with a bunch of cats, dying alone, and probably stay a bloody virgin the rest of your miserable life! You are an ugly bitch, who needs to learn when to speak when spoken to and do not disrespect people who are of a high importance to you."

They stared at each other a few seconds Malfoy being done with his rant, and Hermione's fury just completely spilling over and causing her vision to blur. And before either of them could blink, Hermione Granger took the lid off her coffee and spilt it atop of Draco Malfoy's head, and stomped on his foot for good measure, before leaving the coffee shop and a stuttering and burned Draco, behind.

Old habits die hard, you could say.