1. You're kidding me.
"Professor you can't possibly be serious!" I pleaded desperately. I was one of his favorite students, how could he do this? "I think it's a marvelous idea sir." Blaise Zabini piped in. I shot a poisonous glare at him but he didn't flinch. "Miss Granger. You two are tied for top of the class this year. Both of your marks are outstanding! I implore you to see reason." Professor Slughorn tried to convince. I was so frustrated. He couldn't possibly expect me to work with that vile human being. But I knew there was no way out of this. I gritted my teeth and smiled. "Of course Professor, I was simply being foolish. To come to think of it we should start right now." I said falsely. Slughorn smiled. "Perfect! Mr Zabini, would you care to ask Mr. Malfoy to meet Ms. Granger at the library?" He asked. Blaise stood up from his chair and left the room promptly. I packed up my things and left the room. I trudged to the library and set down my note books. Draco Malfoy walked in the room with something like a swagger. He thought he was so good strutting around like he owned the place. "Hello Mudblood Granger." He drawled. "You called for me?" He asked rhetorically. I glared at him. "Yes I did. Professor Slughorn has decided to make you my co-president of the Slug Club." I cringed. The smirk fell right off his face. "Is this some kind of bloody joke Granger?" He spat. "Do think I want this?" I replied. I took a deep breath and restarted. "I called you here because the year is almost over and Professor Slughorn wants us to plan the graduation celebration." I cringed. He smirked again. "Ah looks like Professor Slughorn has called in somebody with taste to supervise your terrible choices." I glared at him. "I have great taste!" I said. "Granger look at yourself. That bushy hair of yours, robes that clearly don't fit your body at all and make you look like a potato. You hardly have good taste." He sneered. I felt my cheeks get hot and felt ashamed of my appearance. Malfoy seemed to notice this. "Oh Granger. Is Weasel Bee not liking what he sees?" He remarked. I clenched my fists. "I'm guessing that's the case. I can hardly blame him." He said looking me up and then down. I breathed in and out. This was just Malfoy. Nothing I couldn't handle. "We aren't here to talk about my private life you pig!" I said through my teeth. "Look. How about we meet up here at five o'clock tomorrow evening?" I asked. He hesitated for a moment. "Whatever gets you to shut up mudblood." He said whilst walking away. Christ. What a sorry excuse for headboy. It's bad enough that we share a common room. Now this? I might be going to Azkaban for murder before we even start.