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Chapter 1. Mudblood
"Draco...Draco"
The Darkness swooped around him, trapping him inside.
His mother's painful cry echoed from the blank corners of the unfamiliar place, unsure if it really was his mother at all.
"Draco...Draco save me. You must do what he says or he will kill us both. Listen, Draco, listen to me, never betray him, always stay on our side!"
He didn't understand, he never really thought of 'swapping sides' in the first place. All of a sudden a hard stab of pain erected from his leg, causing heavy blood to flow and drip down his ice cold skin. The stabbing sensation travelled throughout his body, resulting in more gashes on his flesh.
It was happening, the one thing he feared most.
Being murdered by Voldemort.
Draco could see him now, coming closer, and closer. The pain becoming stronger and the screams louder, he couldn't take it.
"I won't betray you. I WILL NOT BETRAY YOU!"
Draco woke at the sound of his own scream; he could feel the hot sweat sinking into his skin. No one had bothered to wake him up. Irritated, he slivered out of his bed tentatively, and headed towards his dresser. He shook on his black robes and slytherin tie, not brothering to grab something to eat or corm his snow white hair. He strolled out of his room into the long halls of Hogwarts, heading towards his potion class on the second floor.
He arrived at his destination and violently swung open the old Mahogany door which stood before him. Twenty or so faces stared up at him, moulded with expressions of boredom and curiosity.
"Ahh Mr Malfoy, please take a seat" Slughorn ordered, using hand jesters to guide him towards the last available seat.
Which was next to Granger.
His hatred for her was blood throbbing, but he thought it was slightly odd that she was sitting by herself. If you're working with her you're guaranteed good grades. And it's not like she doesn't have any friends either. Draco approached the empty chair that was placed next to Grangers and purposely slammed his books onto the marble bench top. Hermione flinched at the sound and rotated to Gaze at her wand, avoiding any contact with Draco.
"Don't like that, Granger?"
"Just sit down, Malfoy."
"That the best you got?"
"Shh I'm trying to listen!"
"You can't tell me what to-
"Ahh It seems like I have an ingredient missing, no matter, I'll get it now. You behave now." Exclaimed Professor Slughorn, while stumbling over to the old mahogany door, which was boarded with beautiful long green vines that extended throughout the classroom.
"Do you enjoy being a teacher's pet, aye Granger?"
"You're just jealous-
"Jealous! Why would I be jealous of a mudblood like you!"
The whole class went silent.
The spark that always glistened from her eyes vanished in a heartbeat. Her fingers were tangled around the fine wood of her wand that was progressively escalating in the air. Draco was slightly amused by her response, but also confused at the same time.
He almost felt sorry for her.
She was so affected by that word. That one word that he never really put much thought into saying. That one word that hurt her all those years ago, before Wesley's spell rebounded and got him instead.
Draco searched the room, and neither Weasley nor Potter were anywhere in sight. The room was full of hufflepuffs, no wonder Granger was sitting by herself.
Suddenly, a soft sound squeaked out of her rose red lips.
"Don't call me that. You have no idea how much that affects me."
"Oh, but I think I do. It's written all over your face. Doesn't take much you for to crack... See look at your wand! You have it in the air ready to strike, you're just too scared to use it on me -"
Without warning Hermione's wand floe towards Draco's throat, digging into the rough skin that covered it. A smug expression smothered his face.
"Do it Granger. Finish me off."
Hermione's eyes narrowed. The whole class was watching now, engaged in what was going to happen next. Hermione slowly lowered her wand, and bowed her head into her chest.
"I'm not that type of person-"
"Exactly what I thought. Fucking mudblood."
Hermione's piercing brown eyes swooped up towards Draco; His watched back curiously. Her fist met his face, cracking his jaw, like it did all those years ago. Draco stumbled backwards a few steps, before regaining his balance.
"What the hell you little bitch!"
He reached over to his left pocket and slipped out his wand, aiming it towards Hermione.
"What is the meaning of this?" Professor Slughorn barked. Nobody had noticed his entrance.
Draco Immediately dropped his wand by his side and looked over to where professor Slughorn was standing. Watery blood was tripping off Draco's hard facial features.
"Granger punched me in the face!"
Slughorn gave a weary look over to Hermione, who was slinking into her stool.
"Is this true, Miss Granger?"
"Yes but-"
"Detention everyday for the rest of the month for the both of you!"
Draco's face dropped.
"Err excuse me; I think I heard you wrong, you said the both of us?" Draco questioned.
"No you heard me correctly, Mr Malfoy. I did come in to see your wand pointed towards Miss Granger, not to mention you were late this morning. Now I need to repair that-"
"No" Draco snapped. He flopped himself down on the small wooden stool and felt slightly uneasy. His hand was dabbing the bloody evidence of Hermione's hit. Draco slid closer to Hermione, close enough she could feel his hot breaths against her cheeks. Shivers shook Hermione's spine, he was too close for her liking. Finally he spat something out.
"I abhor you."
"Feelings mutual."