Protego
“Why do I have to do detention with you?” Hermione cried, flinging down her cleaning rag. “It’s preposterous, I tell you.”
Draco snorted. “Granger, do you honestly think I want to do this with a Mudblood?”
“STOP IT!” Hermione screamed, frankly scaring Draco out of his wits. It was very out of her character. This thought seemed to register to her as well and her tone recovered some decency. “Just stop—stop calling me that, Malfoy!” She hiccoughed and turned away; he could see her shoulders shake.
He didn’t stop. “You’re a Mudblood; that’s why you’re so cry-babyish. Can’t keep it in, can you?”
Hermione whirled around, furious. Searching the trophies she was scrubbing, she threw one at him.
“Protego!” Draco cried just in time. This girl was on a violent rampage. She’d slapped him last week. “This is craziness!” He yelled, cowering behind his wand.
Catching momentum, she flung a trophy. “You’re right!” Hermione cried, sobbing and throwing another at his head. “This is so irrational and juvenile!”
“Then why in Merlin’s beard are you doing it?”
She sank to the floor. “I don’t know!” She wailed, burying her head in her hands. “You really get to me, Malfoy.”
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