Disclaimer: Unless you live under a rock and don't know who J.K. Rowling and you believe that I am her… you are very mistaken. I only wish I could have owned Draco… :)
This is my first Harry Potter Fanfiction please be kind. And don't forget to review. Anyway on with the story.
Aisling Jace 3
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"I hate you." Hermione screamed at Draco. The whole class turned to look at them.
"I am Glad you hate me, you little mud blood." Draco yelled back.
"Go to hell." She yelled.
"Too late, I'm already there. I have you as a partner."
"Sod off."
"Go cry to Potter. We all know you want to fuck him. But he is shagging Weasel-bee's sister. Oh wait that was a secrete. Guess the cats out of the bag now Potter." Draco smirked.
"Grow up." Hermione yelled at him.
"To be like you? I would rather die a hundred deaths."
"That can be arranged Malfoy." Hermione yelled.
"Is that a threat?"
"No a promise."
"Prove it." Draco said as he looked over to his goons. Hermione pulled back her fist and punched Draco right in the face.
"Does that prove it, you over dressed ferret?" Hermione yelled as the rest of the class cheered.