Ok this is my second story and I hope that I did so much better than the last one. Which I'm not saying was bad, but was only decent. And I want more than decent. I want something of perfection. So plz, Help me acquire that level and I promise you that I'll love you eternally.
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THIS STORY IS SET AFTER THE INTRODUCTION OF MUDBLOOD!!!!!!!!!! (Whenever that is 3 )
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Draco
I was walking down the corridors with Crabb and Goyle, when suddenly I saw them; Filthy Potter and his little followers. I scowled at them like I do any other day to show my disdain for them. And of course they shoot daggers back at me with their eyes. Like I could care. I scoff at how pathetic they are. Always up to little adventures and getting into "righteous trouble".
Stupid Potter with his "the boy who lived" status. It makes him all the more annoying. How he walks about with that innocent look. And his messy, yet somehow stylish, locks. They make me want to walk over and simply mess it up all the more. Can it be even more annoying how he actually has a well toned body? Due to Quidditch I have the fortune of seeing every muscular bit of his body above the waist in the showers. Whether this stray thought is made of sarcasm I know not.
To Potters left was the little Weasley. The disgrace to his blood was nothing of concern to me. He'll get his in time.
And to the right was the filthy mudblood Granger. How she knows all the knowledge she knows, I know not. It could almost be attractive how she has such a desire for knowledge, if she didn't seem like a stupid know-it-all all the time. She has an answer for everything. Add a pair of dorky spectacles and she would officially be a nerd.
Now that our company has finally passed each other I felt my thoughts could be controlled more easily without their faces a constant reminder of things better left unsaid.
Hermione
That insufferable Malfoy. I don't understand why he targets us with his glares when if you think about it. We have done nothing of harm to him. There is no reason for him to hate us. We do what we do to him only because he has started the domino effect. Honestly it just puzzles me as to why he insists on this tantrum. I might even compliment him if he didn't act so belligerent to us. He has a good sense of style. Honestly Harry and Ron could learn a good deal of style from him.
Harry
And there he goes. Draco Malfoy. The person I hate to love. He is the nightmare of my dreams. The dark angel in my heaven. The person who makes my gut do flips and my stomach flutter. With every glare it makes me think he's discovered something about me. Something I know he would spread only to make my life that much harder. And in order to make sure he doesn't discover it, I play along with the act of hating him. It hurts to know he's directing his scorn towards me. If only I can get him to smile for me….