"Mudblood."
It was a slur Hermione hadn't been familiar with but she recognized the tone Draco Malfoy had said it in. It was filled with contempt and disgust and she was surprised as the vehement hate the short second year had managed to convey. He spit the word like it was mud in itself. Ron explained to her, later, that it was evil. She wondered, briefly, in Malfoy had really meant it and had really believed her to be scum.
"Mudblood."
He said it again, when people were being petrified. She'd never admit of course, but his words seemed to haunt her. "You'll be next, Mudbloods," he had said. Hermione had a scoffed at his words but again, she couldn't help but notice how easily the vile monstrosity of a word had slipped out of Malfoys mouth. She couldn't help but notice that he he said it with conviction. She decided he really did believe that she was scum.
"Mudblood."
He had offered her a PotterStinks badge, and despite her furious reaction, she was rather impressed by the fact he managed to cast the complex charm. She knew he was intelligent, he was constantly racing to beat her in Potions and Charms, yet she made sure he remained behind, so of course this difficult charm was rather impressive. This however, dissipated when he claimed her muddied skin would slime his. She wanted nothing more than to punch him again as she had done the year before.
"Mudblood."
The worst was his disbelief that she had been asked to the Yule Ball. It was meant as a jest yet he had used the word again, saying that nobody would willingly accompany a mudblood to the ball. He had laughed. His word seemed to echo Ron's as she recalled his shocked expression at the fact Viktor Krum had asked her, and immediately her anger surged. She had glared at him, wanted to scream that he was second in school to a mudblood, that he was as vile as he believed the word to be. But she didn't and maybe it was because some part of her had entertained the possibility that she was a mudblood, and maybe that's why she didn't have many friends as Ron had pointed out.
"Mudblood."
The last time she heard him say it was when she had finally stopped screaming from the cruciatus curse. He had uttered it barely above a whisper, and his voice had trembled. She wondered if he had trembled in gear or anger, but she decided it didn't matter. Except she knew it did. When Bellatrix had left her, lying limp on the marble floors of the manor, she sensed him standing next to her for a moment. She had opened her eyes, and only barely registered the way his lip trembled as he saw the hideous scar marring her forearm. Mudblood. She wanted to scream at him. Mudblood. For the years of taunting and tragedy. I'm a mudblood, she wanted to tell him, and she knew he would flinch the same way he had when his aunt had said it. Coward, she wanted to spit at him, the same way he had spit the word mudblood at her all these years. A coward. Yet she found, as he stumbled away from her limp body, his fearful eyes looking back towards his aunt, she couldn't bring herself to.
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