This is a story of long ago… well not really it's just that I've always wanted to say that. By the way I'm Teresa, Tessa for short. You don't really need to know much about me because it's more about my friend, Hermione. You see there is this boy at school and he just baits her, you know what I mean he just reels her in and spits her back out again. You know the kind. Good-looking, show-off-y, IDIOTS! Ohhh I am just sooo angry thinking about it now! I just HATE DRACO….. hey, that rhymes! Cool! Poor Hermione, I'd hate to see her now, all alone, facing murder charges, and without her sanity, gee it must have been hard for her, for all those years….
(At kindergarten, 25 years ago.) "Hi, Draco!" "Go away, Hermione, I don't like you!" "Waaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!" (Second circumstance, primary school, 2nd grade) "Hello, Drac-y, I love you!" "Go away, stinky, your breathe smells bad!" "Waaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
(Year 3, the day her father died)
"Ohhh Draaaco! How are you my sweet buttercup!" "Go away, I hate your guts, you LOSER!" "Waaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
(Grade 5 at home after another taunting) "But Mum sob it's just sob sooo mean! Waaahhh." "It's alright darling, it's alright. No one's gunna hurt my precious." "I love him Mum, how come he doesn't understand?" "Now, now, a child of your age should hardly be thinking about that!" she pulls a face "aww, Mum!" but she retreats to her room, to think about it
