"What are you doing here, Granger?" Malfoy spat."I forgot something on the train and had to rush back," Hermione answering, hopping onto the carriage. She sat as far from Malfoy as she could in the small space between them. "How revolting, I have to share a carriage with a mudblood," Malfoy moaned, turning away from Hermione. "Don't you ever get tired?" Hermione sighed, rolling her eyes at him."Of what?" Malfoy asked, still not facing her. "Of calling me a mudblood, and keeping up this mantra of pure-blood nonsense," Hermione retorted."No, I don't. Why we have to mix with your kind is still very puzzling for me," Malfoy said, spitefully. "It's all Dumbledore's fault."Well, being muggle-born does not make me any less of a wizard," Hermione countered, but in a less spiteful tone. "Yes, it does," Malfoy replied, simply."You know, I didn't know what it meant when you first said it to me," Hermione confessed. "I would never have had a problem with you if you were not so cruel. But I was hurt at you saying it, even without knowing the meaning, I was new to the wizarding world, and that kind of cruelty is something I couldn't learn from reading books." This made Draco turn his head to face her. He was not sneering as Hermione thought he would be, but his expression was unreadable. "Why do I care if I hurt you with it? That was my intention," Draco said, his face screwed up with annoyance, now easily readable. "And why are you talking to me? You're vermin."