AN: This is my first Dramione fic. It's just a very short one shot about Draco's point of view on the day he called Hermione a Mudblood. It was an idea that was just kind of floating around in my head last night, and I couldn't sleep, so here it is. Read and Review, please? Even if you don't like it, I take criticism too.
I don't regret it – not a single bit of it. That Mudblood had it coming to her, marching out onto the quidditch pitch that we had booked. No matter how many times the Gryffindors say we didn't, we had the right to practice there. And there she goes, messing up my grand entrance as Seeker of the Slytherin team.
"At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in."
Who does she think she is anyway? Doesn't she know she wasn't even worthy of being there, in Hogwarts, not worthy of that wand she gripped so tightly her knuckles were turning white, and definitely not worthy of speaking in that manner to someone of such high standing like me. Well, I managed to take her down a peg or two.
"No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood."
And she looked at me. For the first time ever she looked at me, and took in what she saw. And from the look on her face, she didn't like it. Not one bit of it. And that shook me.
"Take that back, Malfoy!"
And then her little redhead in shining armour came to save the day. He looked so pathetic holding his sticky-taped up wand at my face. His hands were all shaky and he was clearly racking his little brain for a hex to send my way.
"RON! Are you alright?"
So maybe my reaction was over the top here. But the bloody Gryffindors were in uproar over that stupid little word, I was allowed my own moment of over the top drama, right? And if I hadn't laughed and fell to the ground that dramatically, people might have had the time to focus on my face – on the mask that faltered as that bushy haired know-it-all ran to his side. And then the way she glared at me. As if it was my fault. As if it wasn't his curse that back-fired. As if she hated me.
I don't care, I didn't care at all. She can hate me all she likes – her opinion means nothing to me. I don't regret any of it. Not a bit. Then, as she walked away, she cried.
So maybe I cared a little.
AN: Read and Review, I take criticism, compliments, and any comments really. I tried to keep Draco in character, let me know what you think about it.