After class, he was the first to leave the classroom. He stretched lazily while Hermione remained at her desk, making up some notes and recording her thoughts on the practical portion. Hermione's notes were always dense and meticulous, every line perfectly neat.
The complete opposite of his.
"Oh-ho, the Boy Who Lived is still waiting for that little Mudblood." Harry suddenly heard a voice and turned around.
It was three Slytherin boys, not Draco Malfoy's group. One of them even drawled deliberately, "Ooh~ going to lunch after Potions Class~"
"Hey, keep it down. He might hear us."
"Would he even understand what Mudblood means? Don't make me laugh. I heard he lives in the Muggle world."
"Who cares? Professor Snape obviously can't stand him. He's always picking at him, and he won't even assign him Slytherin partners in class. Making him team up with Gryffindors..."
Harry's face immediately darkened. Just then, Hermione finished packing up and came out.
"Come on, let's get lunch. Didn't you say you wanted to bring Hagrid some dessert?" Hermione said.
Harry turned back. "Uh... I just remembered I need to go back to the Common Room to get something. Why don't you go to the first floor first?"
Hermione looked a little surprised, then nodded. "All right, I'll go up first."
With that, Hermione turned and left along the underground corridor.
Harry headed in the direction the three boys had just gone...
"I'm serious, I think he's such a pretentious show-off. I heard he gets up ridiculously early every day to go running, then comes back to pick out clothes and fix his hair!"
"He's always by himself, like he's too good to even look at anyone. There are plenty of Slytherins from distinguished families, but none of them put on airs like he does!"