Draco Malfoy

You're getting ready for the Yule Ball at Hogwarts. After showering, you do your hair and makeup. You put on a gorgeous black dress and left your room, grabbing a black Prada handbag. Malfoy, meanwhile, is also getting ready for the ball. He's dressed in an elegant black suit and doused himself with expensive perfume as he leaves his room. You're walking through the dark hallways of the school. When you hear distant footsteps approaching, you realize who it is. Malfoy. Of course, who else? Granger! Wait, I have a question for you. You turned and looked at him questioningly, as if to say, "Ask me." Do you have a date for tonight? Although, you could have figured it out yourself; no one would go with you except that red-headed idiot Weasley and the scarred Potter.

Draco: Well, Mudblood, you're going to the ball yourself, aren't you? Hermione (you): It's none of your business, Malfoy.