Draco wrapped his fingers firmly around the mudblood's wrist. "Where the hell do you think you're going mudblood?" he sneered. "Think you're going somewhere? Think you're getting of lightly? Nobody, nobody insults me and gets away with it- least of all a dirty, ugly, good for nothing MUDBLOOD!"
"Get OFF me, you stupid wanker! Do you really think I'm frightened off you? Purlease, you're as about as scary as a fluffy pygmy puff! Now get you're stinking fingers OFF my wrist or risk your balls being hexed at your peril!" Hermione Granger, aged 17 and feeling slightly hacked off was not in the mood to be one of Malfoy's victims at this precise moment. She had being doing homework in the library when none other than Draco Malfoy, the imbecile decided to mess with her. To say he was surprised was an understatement when she had stood up and said loudly and clearly to the near vicinity that Draco Malfoy was a pompous, arrogant, spineless, weak, wand up his bum, racist (you get the idea) brat. She then attempted to breeze past him, after gathering up her things as aloft and carefree as possible.
Draco Malfoy had been outraged, how dare that mudblood speak to him that way in front of people? He was not to be undermined! Not to be outdone he grabbed the mudblood's wrist as she tried to walk off AWAY from him! Nobody walks away from him! And that was how the resulting situation happened to take place.
He tightened his grip, if that was even possible, crushing her pathetic wrist within his hand. He watched with satisfaction as Hermione winced, gaining pleasure in her misery. Ha! Take that! Not so cocky now, are we? He thought viciously.
Hermione decided enough was enough. This was getting ridiculously tedious and Malfoy still hadn't removed himself from her breathing space. She dropped her bag and doved her free left hand into her robes determined to bring out her wand and finish this once and for all. Wait a minute….her wand wasn't there! She looked desperately around the floor in hope that her wand was rolling around there but-nope. This only led to one conclusion- Malfoy.
"Give me back my wand you brainless twerp," she tried to say as calmly and rationally as possible. Don't get mad. Don't get mad.
"Now why would I do that?" Malfoy sneered. "That's like signing my own death warrant and I'm not that stupid." The hand that wasn't holding Hermione rose and within it was her beautiful wand. He tapped her head with it, his features mocking. His grey eyes alight with something Hermione couldn't put her finger on.
Hermione's eyes followed every motion of her wand in Malfoy's hand, uncannily like the eyes of a cat, waiting to pounce. The moment the wand touched her head, Hermione made a grab for it. Draco, his reflexes being much quicker, raised the wand much higher, laughing as the mudblood jumped up and down.
"Nuh- uh," he smirked. "I don't think so. Try harder."
Hermione gave up. Damn his height being an advantage! That was just great, even though he was physically stronger she had no other means of escaping him unless she slugged him. OR she could use her female wiles and appeal to the part of his brain that thinks constantly about sex and seduce him till he became weak. But like that was going to happen. Hitting him it was then.
Her left hand swung around aiming for his face. Centimetres away….Then impossibly Draco dropped her wand, his hand rising, and then her free hand was clenched firmly by the wrist too, her fist millimetres away from his pale cheek.
He transferred both wrists to one hand and knelt down, dragging her down also so she was squatting. Hermione tugged at her wrists, it was no use, his grip was like a steel vice. Damn was he strong!
Draco grabbed her wand and it was then Hermione noticed her knee was near his face. She brought her knee up sharply, but Malfoy being an impossibly quick bastard dodged her again.
He yanked her up firmly and Hermione realised she was buggered.
She looked around; there were a few people around who was hopefully not tone deaf. Hadn't they noticed the drama going on within their midst?
"HEEELLLLPP!!" she howled. Hermione couldn't believe it- nobody had looked up! These people really were deaf!
"Outwitted again, Granger. Ever heard of the Muffliato spell? Scream all you want, mudblood, no-one's going to hear you." Malfoy jeered.
Hermione tried kicking his shins and bloody AGAIN he dodged her kicks. God! When did he become so nifty and strong? What happened to the boy cowering behind his two bodyguards, weak, snivelling and generally overall pathetic?
Malfoy swivelled Hermione around so he was behind her and drew her in close so her back and his chest were practically touching.
What the hell? What the heck is happening? Is Malfoy going to try something peculiar? He would never do that! Would he? Why is he this close to me?!
That was when Hermione felt it. What felt like a twig but knew was her wand was poking her on the back, uncomfortably into her bra strap and skin. He's giving me a lot of bruises, Hermione thought bitterly. That fucking piece of shit!
"Clear your brains out mudblood," Malfoy's voice came softly, in a tone that suggested great pain. "Get moving. Walk in front of me to where I tell you too and if you try to break free and run for it-" He yanked her closer, his breath tickling her ear.
"I won't hesitate to perform such dark spells on you that you won't talk, walk or even piss for a month or even permanently."