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Chapter 1
A teenager with platinum blond hair approached a girl with bushy chestnut brown hair. "What do we have here?" Draco Malfoy - the reigning aristocrat, both exorbitantly rich and as blue blood as you get without being royalty, of the school - sneered. "It's Little Miss Farmer."
"Leave me alone," Hermione Granger replied. She glanced up, only to see a group of people starting to gather. She was one of the few scholarship students, even if it was a partial scholarship. It was the equivalent of being a leper.
"Why? Does it bug you?" He seemed to enjoy being the center of attention.
"No comment." She didn't even have to look up from her book, to know he was disgruntled with her response.
"Little Miss Farmer, what are you reading?" He plucked the book from her hands. He quickly flipped through its pages. "Oh, how droll. You're reading the History of Art."
Hermione simply glared at him as she retrieved her book. "It's not any of your business."
"Perhaps, yet I'm always involved."
She rolled her eyes. "Sure, whatever. You can leave now."
"You're telling me to leave?" He grabbed his heart dramatically. "My heat grieves!" He gestured towards her. "If you wanted me to listen to you, you should at least look decent."
Laughter filled the air. "Excuse me," she tartly responded.
"Did you even try to control your hair?"
A boy snickered. "It looks like a rat's nest." Draco glared at the boy. The boy swallowed nervously. "Right, Draco?"
"My hair is simply puffy," Hermione stated.
"Little Miss Farmer, try to make an effort. Your hair is one thing, but your clothes are all wrong! Who are you trying to impress, a troll?"
"What do you want?" she growled at him.
"To bug you," he looked her over. "And you make it so easy for me."
"I would say bugger off but your brain isn't capable of simple commands." Hermione glared at him. She picked up all her stuff. She glared at him once more. "I didn't know you needed a crowd to feel validated. I thought you only needed your father's validation."
He grabbed her arm. "What do you mean by that?" He said in a low, dangerous voice
"Let me go," she said softly. She pulled her arm away.
"Why should I?" His grey eyes flashes silver.
"I said let me go!" Her brown eyes looked scared for a moment. Then she stepped on his foot. Too late for her to regret the decision of wearing sensible shoes.
"What did you mean by that?" He showed no signs of letting her go.
"I believe the lady said to let her go."
A/N: Hello I feel like I have been gone forever! So I deeply apologize to those reading The True You. Writer's block is a true thing! I will try to update within this month. I have reentered school so I'll be busy but hopefully I won't take too long to update!
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