"Why do you have to be such an ass?" she cried.
"Mind your own business, Mudblood!" he spat back at her.
God, Hermione thought, why does he always have to be so mean to me and everyone else he meets? Hermione was now in her sixth year at Hogwarts and she still could not understand why Draco Malfoy, the best looking guy in school, was still such an asshole.
As Draco walked away, rather pissed, he wondered to himself why he, Draco Malfoy, the sexiest guy in the whole school, couldn't get the only girl he ever wanted to try to impress to like him. He saw, out of the corner of his eye, Hermione running toward her best friend, Harry Potter, her boyfriend, Ron Weasly, and Harry's girlfriend, Ginny, Ron's little sister. Her arms flew around Ron's neck, she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Ron, it's so good to see you! Malferet is being such an asshole," she cried as Ron held her in his arms.
Draco felt a twinge of something, was it... jealousy? No. He dismissed the thought of this "passion" between Ron and Hermione. He wondered to himself how a twit like Ron got a sexy girl like Hermione...
"Ugh. get a room you two," he said sarcastically. "we don't need to see you smooching in plain view." His face was a picture of disgust.
"Get a life Malfoy. Or better yet, get a girlfriend." Ron comebacked.
Draco shrugged off the last comment and headed toward his dorm, his mind filling of pictures of Hermione. Once again he dismissed his thoughts of her as he tried to think of his father telling him to hate mudbloods. They are inferior to us, his father had said. He thought of his DeathEater initiation that would come up soon. He would be the Dark Lords chosen, his favorite of all the Death Eaters. He would get back at Hermione and all the mudbloods eventually. He swore he would...
"Mind your own business, Mudblood!" he spat back at her.
God, Hermione thought, why does he always have to be so mean to me and everyone else he meets? Hermione was now in her sixth year at Hogwarts and she still could not understand why Draco Malfoy, the best looking guy in school, was still such an asshole.
As Draco walked away, rather pissed, he wondered to himself why he, Draco Malfoy, the sexiest guy in the whole school, couldn't get the only girl he ever wanted to try to impress to like him. He saw, out of the corner of his eye, Hermione running toward her best friend, Harry Potter, her boyfriend, Ron Weasly, and Harry's girlfriend, Ginny, Ron's little sister. Her arms flew around Ron's neck, she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Ron, it's so good to see you! Malferet is being such an asshole," she cried as Ron held her in his arms.
Draco felt a twinge of something, was it... jealousy? No. He dismissed the thought of this "passion" between Ron and Hermione. He wondered to himself how a twit like Ron got a sexy girl like Hermione...
"Ugh. get a room you two," he said sarcastically. "we don't need to see you smooching in plain view." His face was a picture of disgust.
"Get a life Malfoy. Or better yet, get a girlfriend." Ron comebacked.
Draco shrugged off the last comment and headed toward his dorm, his mind filling of pictures of Hermione. Once again he dismissed his thoughts of her as he tried to think of his father telling him to hate mudbloods. They are inferior to us, his father had said. He thought of his DeathEater initiation that would come up soon. He would be the Dark Lords chosen, his favorite of all the Death Eaters. He would get back at Hermione and all the mudbloods eventually. He swore he would...