"Granger!" Malfoy growled, rubbing his shoulder where her head hit him. "You annoying, interfering little—"Careful, Malfoy," Hermione said, standing up. "I know what you’re doing up here, so I’d be very careful what you say to me." "Why do you stick your beaky little nose into everything I do!" Malfoy said, rage filling his blonde head so much that he might as well have been a Weasley. "Something wicked this way comes," Hermione said. "I feel like you have less than honourable intentions about what will happen this following school year." "If you don’t stay out of my way, I’ll show you something more than wicked, Granger," Malfoy said, picking up his books that had fallen when Hermione knocked into him. He started walking down the corridor, presumably towards Defence Against the Dark Arts. Hermione caught up with him. "What’s so important in the Room of Requirement that you’re five minutes late to Defence Against the Dark Arts?" Hermione questioned. "I was watching a play in there, I rather enjoyed it. The torture of mudbloods, it was called," Malfoy slammed the door open to the corridor leading them to their lesson. Hermione reached her arm out and held him back. "Get off!" Malfoy hissed. "Just tell me and I’ll stop bothering you," Hermione enquired, desperately. "I can’t," Malfoy said, his scowl turning into a genuine worried expression. "If I do, he’ll-" Malfoy stopped himself, Hermione noticed tears forming in his eyes, Malfoy quickly blinked them away. Malfoy turned his expression back into a scowl and stormed off into the classroom. Hermione, defeated, trailed behind him.