"I'm sorry that you're so unhappy and you hate me so much, I never asked to work with you or be trained by you." Why did everything she say just infuriate him even more? Sorry? She was sorry? She was acting quite dim for being such a smart witch...so he looked down at her as if she were a moron, his eyes narrowed, "I don't hate you."

"Alright there Fiona?" Fiona froze, her world whirling for multiple reasons, "Draco?" He was leaning against the brick wall, looking at her quizzically. Her breath began to feel harboured, fighting rapidly to keep pace with her heart, "No... no. I'm not ok."

"Do you know that word, that some people call Muggleborns?" He didn't like the way she said "some people," he knew she meant Mudblood, and he knew she disapproved. "You mean MUD-" "Please! Don't say it!" He never saw her eyes so wide with fear.