"What do you say, Granger? Scared?" Draco drawled.
"You wish, ferret. Loser is winners' slave for the rest of the school year." snapped Hermione.
He was leaning on the doorframe, twirling his wand between his fingers. And he looked... BORED! This irritated Hermione to no end and all she could think
of, was ways to hex Malfoy's smirk right off his face.
"It's on, Mudblood. Oh, how I love your Gryffindor tendencies to act before you think, because no one can save you now, for your bodyguards are no where to be seen."