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THE THINGS I HATE ABOUT MALFOY


I hate the way you look at me
The way your eyes settle a glare
I hate the way you anger my friends
Taunt them with words, call them names...
And pull them into fights that you obviously enjoy


Hermione paused as she recalled that a week ago Ron and Malfoy had a duel's match because the young Slytherin remarked that a mudblood should not be named Head Girl, especially a specific young Griffindor belonging to the dream team. She was greatly dismayed that she could not take points because he was the head boy... and because Ron threw the first attack which caused the pale boy to sneeze uncontrollably for about an hour.

She remembered how angry Ron was. His ears were turning pink and even several staff were hesitant to stop him. 'Thank goodness that Prof. Dumbledore was there or they'd probably still be fighting... ' She smiled as Ron's flushed face danced infront of her, before a sneezing pale figure took it's place. 'Argh... why the heck am i thinking about him?' She played with the thought for a few seconds before finally resuming her writing.


I hate how you gel your hair
and that boastful way you walk
as if you own the whole of Hogwarts
And I'm pretty sure you believe it so...

I hate how you suck up to Snape
The hateful bastards you both are
The way that you're always my partner
Either that or I'm with that Pansy slut.


She abruptly stopped writing when she heard a shuffle of cloth behind her. Turning back, she saw the face of the one person bugging her mind reading her diary entry... or poem.

"Do you always sneak into other people's room or am I just special?" Hermione said in mild irritation though it was mounting abruptly to heights unknown to her.

"Really, Granger. You give yourself too much credit..." Draco snidely replied, his eyes still skimming through the lines written on the deceivingly thin journal.

"Well, aren't you leaving, Malfoy?" Hermione angrily asked.

"Not really mudblood... just wondering why I'd be the subject of your thoughts... Or were you bored of Potty and Carrot? Too good for you or maybe they were too busy with their sluts?" Draco eyed Hermione's silk nightie and the diary she had, an amused smile on his face.

"Shut up, Malfoy! I'm not really in th...." Draco stopped her tirade in mid sentence as he pressed his lips tightly on to hers. Her normally cream-colored face instantly deepened to a striking red as the seconds ticked by. Almost a minute passed before Hermione remembered who she and her kissing partner was. She pulled away and fiercely slapped Draco in the face.

"Don't ever try that again, Malfoy..." She warned, her eyes revealing the promise of payback if ever he dared it.

"Whatever, Granger. And by the way, I like your outfit, is there a possibility I'd see you in it when I barge in the next time..." Hermione, in a fleeting attempt to smack the smirk from his face threw one of her plush pillows at him, which he easily snatched before it hit. He gave her a mocking bow before leaving her to the silence of the room.

The minutes ticked by and the before peaceful quiet was oddly deafening. To avoid it Mione deftly plugged-in her charmed Cd-player. As the words drifted to her ears, she wrote a line or two before drifting to sleep...


I hate the way you kiss my lips
The way you press yours against mine...
I hate how you just barge into my room
And I think from now on
I'd change my passwords every night.


~*~finis~*~


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