Summary:
In which Hermione Granger is much less Muggleborn than first believed, and does indeed devour books. Quite literally. [creature!hermione] [drabble-series]
Disclaimer:
I don't own Harry Potter, or the cover picture.
"Oh, I was so nervous and excited when I got my Hogwarts letter!" the brunette with strangely bushy hair enthused, eyes a-glitter with reminisced glee.
Draco, standing somewhere behind her in the milling crowd of first-years, scoffed.
"Muggleborn, then?" he sneered, the derisiveness clear despite the 'polite' term. "They shouldn't even allow you lot into Hogwarts. Blood breeds true, and that goes doubly same for magical talent."
Instead of looking offended, or in anyway indignant, she turned around and stared deeply at him for one second, two seconds, three.
Then she smiled, baring teeth that suddenly looked slightly too-sharp under the flickering candlelights, and Draco couldn't help but notice how her eyes glittered even when hooded by shadow, how their pupils retracted instead of enlarged.
(Or was he wrong, and her pupils were always that thin, that narrow, that... reptilian?)
"Blood breeding true is not something I'm afraid of," she shrugged simply, and turned back around, ducking around a few people to disappear within seconds.
When he tried to yell after her a threat, perhaps the good ol' handy, "my father will hear of this!", Draco Malfoy discovered he could not make words come out of his throat.
His voice returned after he was Sorted and sat down at his table, but by then he had long since lost his chance and desire to yell any threats after the Muggleborn he was not quite sure was entirely Muggleborn anymore.
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