Hermione Granger and the Slytherin Prince;
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HERMIONE Granger hated Ronald Weasley. She hated his red hair, his dirty nose, his old wand, his lazy rat and, mostly, his cruel mouth. Was it her fault that she had no friends?! Was it really her fault that she loved sharing what she had learnt? Was it her fault that… RONALD WEASLEY was so cruel?
"Weasel is just jealous," a voice said. Hermione looked up and her eyes locked with Malfoy's cold ones. Was he able to read her own thoughts?
"What do you want?" Hermione hissed at the blond.
"I saw you crying because of Scar-head and Weasel. It's not fair," Malfoy shrugged and sat down.
Hermione raised an eyebrow and snorted.
"Fair?" Hermione closed the potions textbook.
"Yes, I mean look at you. You should be in Ravenclaw."
"That's flattering but what are you up too?"
"Me?! I'm just feeling sorry for you."
Hermione felt her eyes stinging. I will not cry in front of this git. I will ignore him…
Hermione's eyes widened as a sob escaped her mouth. She ran out of the library, leaving a bewildered Malfoy staring at the vacant seat. He huffed and inspected the essay.
Not bad for a mudblood
Meanwhile, Hermione was crying her eyes out. She remembered Albert and the twins… she remembered the chanting; Nerd, nerd… She remembered Weasley's cruel words…
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Hermione Granger hugged Ronald and Harry.
"I'm so sorry… it's all my fault that you're being suspended," she said.
Harry shook his head; "Don't worry… you couldn't do anything."
Ronald glared at the floor. Not even the twins have ever been suspended!
"Mr. Weasley. Mr. Potter. Hagrid will take you to the isolation chamber," Professor McGonagall said, "but before that, give me your wands."
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"A month! A bloody month in here… with no magic, no food, and no mail… nothing!"
"We have food," Harry said timidly.
"I can't cook," Ron admitted.
"I can," Harry said with a small smile.
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"No SEEKER?!" Wood roared.
"I'm sorry Wood and please refrain from shouting. I'm not deaf," McGonagall said firmly.
" ?" Wood asked astonished.
Hermione tried to hide her smile as she watched the scene enfold. Weasley and Potter weren't so saintly now, were they? She looked at the Slytherin table and her eyes met Draco's. He raised an eyebrow and Hermione smirked. No one messes with a Granger.
