He had always hated how clever Granger was. Nearly every subject they had been neck to neck in school results, and he could never understand how a lowly muggleborn could be so clever and adept at magic. Compared to himself, who had lived among magic his entire life whereas she was only introduced to it at age eleven. He had been positive he was at the advantage, but she had proven him wrong year after year to his utter frustration. Until last year, when he had been forced to work with her and had learned that she was just as capable as anyone pure or half-blood. Bloody hell, he was loathed to admit, that there were things she was even better at than him, not that he would ever say that out loud - least of all to her.