Pride and Wrath
Hermione Granger was walking to the library. She clutched about six books in her soft grip with ease.
As she rounded the corner, Draco Malfoy emerged form the shadows. He held a Granny Smith apple, throwing it up and down.
"Hello, Granger. Do you mind? I need a fifty-foot distance from Mudbloods at all times. Just to keep my Pureblood ness safe."
Hermione turned to look at him. She had read about the Malfoys. They came from a long line of Christians. She knew that this would hurt, and possibly shock him, but he deserved it. "Pride is one of the seven deadly sins. Did you know that? And you know, I bet your father does."
With that she walked away.
Only to the doors did she get until a string of curses came spilling foully out of Count Dracola's mouth.
"Wrath is another one, just so you know." And then Hermione Granger walked out of that corridor, into her sanctuary of thousands of books.
That night in the Slytherin sixth year boy dormitories, a young Draco Malfoy was found to be owling his father of the discovery, and of how they should never do those two things ever again.
Lucius received the letter and put an end to all the Malfoy wrath and pride.
Okay, I got the idea from the seven deadly sins, and Harry Potter. I don't own either, just own the plot. Dramione all the way.