by Broom

She sat there.

Leaning against the wall, all alone with her books and her knapsack.

Reading, of course. The two guards of hers were nowhere to be seen.

I had to move. I had to. I slowly walked across the grassy ground, making my way to the brown-haired girl.

She didn't flinch. I kneeled closer. She was sitting on a blanket, cross-legged. I was so tempted to take a peek down her skirt.

But I didn't. I whispered her name. "Mudblood." My name for her.

She didn't flinch. I decided to harass her, piss her off. My pale hand went to her brown locks of hair, tucking it behind her ear.

"Granger." I said sternly.

She didn't flinch again, but looked up at my eyes from her book. Brown to gray. It scared me so much, she saw everything inside of me. I don't know how I knew but I did.

I saw her too.

I got up and ran. I ran away from the grassy green area, back to the common room.

She never flinched.