Mudblood

An ecstatic Hermione followed her fellow companions as they trudged down the steep slopes toward their old friend, Hagrid's house. A blonde boy with eyes she could melt in filled her mind and the thought of his arrival caused a shiver down her spine. Everything was planned accordingly, no one except for the boy in her mind and she knew.

Harry and Ron suspected nothing but a simple bickering was upon them when they spotted the one who was occupying Hermione's mind. He guided two tall, fat boys that thought of nothing but pumpkin cakes and pumpkin juice; pumpkins of course were in season. A plan that was put together too quickly and without details was splattered across his face.

"Potter," his favorite 'spitting word', was of course, spat with an intonation on the 'p'. "What, having fun with Weasly and your mudblood girlfriend?" a smirk was stapled onto his cheeks. Though he was following the plan, and Hermione has heard it exit his mouth more than once, she still cringed, for he had made it sound sincere. Harry and Ron simultaneously took a breath, ready to bash him with the worst insults they knew such as, 'what will happen, is your father going to hear about this?' or 'I've heard better comebacks from Neville,' which is pitiful compared to the ones Hermione had silently made in the past.

In order to follow the plan, a name must be created in her mind to describe him and sound sincere. "Evil little cockroach" rolled off her tongue before she could think. The 'scared' boy leaned against a tall boulder as her wand touched his throat. A concerned Ron hollered after her that it wasn't worth it. "I couldn't agree more," she almost said.

There was one last step to the plan: action. She slowly turned around to show them that they were right in which gave the boy the signal. A soft force field enchantment left his lips, too soft for Harry, Ron or even Grabbe and Goyle to hear. Hermione swiftly turned on her heels and slammed her fist on the force field and he gave a cry of pain as he pushed his head onto the boulder behind them. An unidentifiable word came from the boy as he pushed his companions out of the way. With Grabbe and Goyle trailing behind him, he did not stop running until he was in the Slytherine common room.

What they had not heard was that he had said, "all according to plan," and he fell asleep that night with the same words in his head, and Hermione danced around them.

What he saw in his dream was a radiant Hermione giving him an envelope with gold lettering on the outside in which said "Draco". The dream ended before he could open it. His dream had been interrupted and he woke disappointed in the dark room. Interrupted by soft hands slightly shaking his bare shoulder, the soft hands of a brilliant witch that he was in love with.