I missed charms. I, Hermione Granger, missed a class. All because of Draco Malfoy. I go and get caught up thinking about him and the slap and oh my gosh, I'm doing it again. Stupid Malfoy! Get out of my head. I can't waste my time thinking about that git. I can't waste time thinking about the look on his face when I had my wand pointing at him. A mixture of shock and, unless my eyes deceived me, admiration! Yes. It was those stupid eyes of mine. I must get them checked. Draco Malfoy would never feel any admiration towards me. To him I'm only a mudblood.
But am I?
I told him to go away. He listened. He's never listened to Harry or Ron. But why should he? He's a Slytherin, after all...bad Hermione. Bad thoughts. You're supposed to be trying to promote inter-house unity, not destroying it because of silly prejudices. And then I went and slapped him. Bloody hypocrite.
But he was being an arse about Hagrid. That entitles me to an attack here and there. Wait. Did I really just think something so ridiculous? I'm striving to be a prefect...head girl! Those thoughts should NOT be entering my mind. And oh for goodness sakes, I'm still thinking about that...that arrogant brown-nosing irrepressible captain of-of...peroxide.
I'm losing my touch. Draco Malfoy is making me stupider. I must stop thinking about him. Must stop.
What's he thinking about? Classes? Me? Missing classes...with me? No Hermione! Bad!