Hermione was sitting in the Great Hall with Harry, Ron and Ginny. They were in their sixth year at Hogwarts.
"When will we get our exam results?" asked Harry.
Hermione, by instinct, raised her hand. All of her friends started laughing; she lowered her hand, blushing.
"You never let us - forget we are still in - school!" said Ron through giggles.
Pretty soon, Ginny, Ron and Harry stopped laughing. They started studying for their next exams (Hermione in particular insisted on this) when someone walked up.
"Well, if it isn't Granger, Blood-Traitors Weasley plus two, and Harry Potty." Draco Malfoy's voice leered.
"What do you want?" asked Hermione coldly.
"Y-you... I mean, n-nothing!" stuttered Draco.
"Pardon me?" exclaimed Hermione, very taken aback.
"I said nothing!" Draco ran back to the Slytherin table, leaving Hermione lost in thought.
'He said 'you'! thought Hermione. Wait, does that mean he... likes me? He's not all bad... snap out of it Hermione! He calls you a Mudblood! Who could ever love someone like that?'