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AN: this will be a Dramione fic peeps!!!!!!!!
"You filthy little mudblood! Wait till my father hears about this and then you and your dirty race are in for it." Head boy of his class, Draco Malfoy shoved the petite girl aside and dusted off his robes. Noticing his rival on the dirt floor he smirked, and maliciously spoke, "stay in the dirt where you belong. mudblood."
Head girl of her year, Hermione Granger stood from the ground with a dignified aura, and calmly replied "I would argue, but you're simply not worth my time." With that, she turned, and stomped on his foot on her way out.
Draco had simply wanted a normal day, taunting first years, teasing the-boy-who-bloody-wouldn't-die and the poor weasel. Mudblood Granger wasn't as much fun to rile up anymore, he had given up because she never rose to his bait. For that, Draco grudgingly held a tiny, very tiny ounce of respect for the girl. Of course it would take a gallon of veritaserum for him to ever admit that.
Stupid know-it-all always had to get him angry and spoil his entire day. The next whole period of charms Draco spent sulkily shooting spitballs at those ever so bright Hufflepuffs.
I hate her
I hate her
I hate her
Stupid mudblood
Know-it-all
I hate her
I hate her
I hat—
"Mate, your seriously destroying your parchment for the mudblood." Draco sharply turned his head to his sole friend, Blaise Zabini, and stopped doodling. Glaring even at his best friend, Draco angrily crumpled up the paper and threw it at the nearest Hufflepuff he could see.
At the end of his last class, Draco bid farewell to Blaise and strode to the Heads' portrait, a rainbow rose. He muttered the password (forbidden) and stormed in. In a huff he sat down, knowing he was acting like a petulant child and not really caring. The stupid smarty-pants mudblood had completely ruined his day.
Deep in thought, he didn't notice the gentle tapping on the window till it became loud and impatient. Throwing his arms up in frustration, Draco stalked to the window and threw it open. The tawny owl came in looking ruffled and rather offended but Draco either didn't notice or he didn't care. He was too busy gawking at the seal on the letter.
The exquisite M with a serpent slithering around it only meant one thing: the Malfoy seal.
His arms, shaking, tentatively reached out to grab the letter. Contrary to popular belief he disliked his parents intensely. They spoiled him, pampered him, and showered him with gifts, not the one thing he actually yearned for. Love. The only serious discussion he actually had with his parents was the date of his initiation. He was brought into a world he could not or was simply too scared to back out of. His last attempt at refusal ended with him nursing several cuts and bruises.
Draco:
June 12th is the final date. You will not refuse or else, well, consider a life without your precious friend Zabini and several new "friends" to nurse. I only tolerated him for his status is higher than the blood traitors'.
It wasn't signed but it wasn't painfully obvious his dear old dad sent it. He stood shock still, hoping it didn't have to be this way, Blaise was his one and only true friend, but was he really worth a lifetime of crime? Yes, it was. Draco heaved a long sigh and returned to his spot on the couch, wishing nothing more than him not being born. He threw the slightly crumpled letter to the glass coffee table and held his head by his platinum colored hair. He groaned in frustration and closed his eyes, hoping to find some inner peace but that wasn't to come as the portrait hole opened and the very girl that ruined his day came in.
Inexplicable anger rose up in Draco, his menacing voice shot over the common room and to the petite girl, "This is all your fault mudblood." Her head snapped towards him and shot him a confused look.
"My fault?" she questioned, and then asked "What is my fault?"
"I was having a perfectly good day until you just had to come and bump into me, your dirty germs must have some bad luck spell on them." He was pushing it and he knew it. She, now clearly vexed, stormed up to him and actually has the nerve to grab the collar of his robes.
"I am not ashamed of being muggleborn and I am not going to bear your useless comments any more! I listened and tolerated them for six bloody years! You will listen to me and you will listen to me good, you hear?! Who cares if—" The mudblood broke off mid rant when she realized he wasn't sneering at her, or looking enraged, he wasn't even listening. Took her long enough to realize that my life and attention doesn't revolve around her. Stupid know-it-all.
Unfortunately, she also noticed his eyes were somewhat automatically drawn to that letter. Before he could protest, she snatched up the letter, and her eyes scanned the parchment. The mudblood's features seemed to soften and she looked at him not with pity but with what seemed like genuine concern. Draco mentally prepared his icy barrier, ready for her to go to Dumbledore and say he was a soon-to-be-death eater, or at least mock him for being so weak that he followed his daddy around all the time, but she didn't.
For ten long seconds, a silence engulfed the common room.
"I'm so sorry. You don't deserve this, nobody does." She looked as if she was rendered speechless. She finally shuts up, wow, and I'm not even feeling smug I'm the one that rendered the know-it-all without words. But a deep respect for her was blooming in the young Malfoy's heart, for she hadn't pitied him, she hadn't reported him, she wasn't disgusted by him, the mudblood left him alone in this matter, and that's what he wanted.
The next morning a certain Hermione Granger found a white rose on her bedside.
White is for reverence
AN- -F-D- here peeps!! I am an avid Dramione fan and I hoped you enjoyed this first chapter, reviews help boost my morale so they are greatly appreciated. The next chap. Is coming up soon! ; )