here she is again rushing off to the library books in both hands and her nose held high in the air. "I hate her" I would tell myself but deep inside I knew I was lying.She was halfway through the small corridor when I stepped right in front of her and refused to move. "Get out of the way." She said hastily with a tinge of anger in her voice.
"What lovely manners you have there." I sneered
Hermione Granger was the smartest student to ever walk the halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The entire teaching staff praised her, the younger students look up to her. To put it simply she was perfect. It's a shame that she is such a know-it-all and the fact that she doesn't have a life besides her precious books.
"What do you want?" she said with an impatient huff, "I, unlike you, have places to be" I inwardly laughed at her impatient demeanor.
"Oh you know," I replied casually. "I'm just on a hunt to find my next victim to bully." I finished with an arrogant flick of my hair. Which in turn made her face heat up with anger and she started her lecture.
While she ranted I took time to study her appearance up close. Her hair was untamed curls the colour of caramel chocolate sitting stubborn just below her shoulders. Her skin was the colour of Ivory cream with full scarlet lips. Her nose was slightly upturned resembling the shape of a button lightly splashed with four small freckles giving her appearance an air of innocence. I couldn't help my eyes wondering down to her body. She was petite with the right amount of curves making her look like a life size porcelain doll.
"Malfoy are you even listening to me?" The sound of her voice snapped me back to reality.
"Of course my precious Mudblood," I replied cockily. Her golden brown eyes blazed into my cool grey ones.
"The day I become 'your' precious anything is the day hell freezes over," She spat venomously.
I disguised the hurt in my voice with arrogance. "Please as if anyone would want a dirty-blooded bookworm like you" I snarled.
I watched as she closed her eyes fighting back tears. Hurt and sadness was visible in her face.
"I hate you," she whispered and walked away. I watched as she went, feeling numb. Why'd I have to make her feel bad? I felt extreme guilt consume me for making Hermione sad.
"I'm sorry" I said quietly, though Hermione was long gone.