"A Game of Excellence"
Chapter 1
Draco sat down at the Slytherin table, many of his peers chattered away. Their eyes stared at him, piercing into his body as he looked up to his table. Draco pretended he wasn't listening to what they were saying but their voices were drowning his ears with lies. He knew what they were talking about because everyone seemed to take his father's death more tragically then he did. By now they would all notice Draco knew what they were talking about but they acted as if he didn't.
"I heard he would beat Draco, maybe that's why he's relieved of his father's death," said a fellow Slytherin at the far side of the table.
Pansy spoke up in a loud whisper, "His father didn't beat him but Draco just has pure hatred for him."
Draco's body was overcome with anger, "I'm right fucking here, you think I don't hear you?"
His voice startled the table; they all stared at him again. Draco couldn't take it anymore; he lost his appetite. The chair screeched loudly as Draco go up from his seat and left the Great Hall to go back to his common room.
"What's wrong with him?" asked Harry as he watched Draco walk off and he could of swore he gave the whole room the finger.
Hermione was observing him the whole time, "Well, his father died today. Just imagine getting an owl that informed you your father had passed, I would be devastated."
"I always thought Draco would be happy with this kind of news," joked Ron, Hermione gave him a nasty look.
"Ron, you idiot," Hermione and Harry said in unison.
Ron had a sour expression on his face, "Hey, it's not my fault he's an asshole. You get what you give, as I like to say it."
"Right, well anyway, I must go back to the common room. I left my transfiguration book on one of the coffee tables. I can't believe I've gotten so careless, bye," Hermione informed the two, they both nodded their heads as in some kind of approval.
Hermione pulled the wooden chair back as she got up from the seat, straightening her robes as she walked out the Great Hall. She made her way swiftly to the common room, not noticing the surroundings near her.
A gentle touch lay upon Hermione's shoulder, she screamed in fear. Her head turned around to see who had managed to keep up to her.
"Draco, I mean Malfroy?" Hermione asked in surprise.
Draco replied, "At your service."
"Why are you following me?" Hermione demanded for an answer.
He gave out a witty laugh, "I wasn't following you, just merely wondering what you were up to, Granger."
His fingers were now slithering down Hermione's back; she shivered in fear and excitement. Hermione shot him a look of pure hatred, what kind of game was he playing?
"Malfroy." Hermione started, her temper was being teased with.
"When are you going to start calling me Draco?" Draco asks aggressively, pushing her towards his face.
Hermione felt in an awkward and embarrassing situation, her anger quickly flushed down the drain, "Depends, when are you going to start calling me Hermione?"
'She has a smart ass mouth, a nice smart ass mouth though. Those lips look comfortable for mine to lie on,' Draco thought in the spurs of the moment. He could tell by the redness in her cheeks that she was blushing terribly.
"Hermione," Draco said in a matter-of-fact voice, his eyes were darting into hers.
Hermione could feel the cool breeze of his breath tickle her cheek. The only logical reason he could have been doing this was all out of the grief of his father's death, or at least she hoped. There was too much tension between them, she had to get out.
"I have to go pick up a book from the common room, bye," Hermione said, using the excuse to get away from Draco.
Draco let go of Hermione's arms and let her run off, watching her body frantically run off into the distance to the portrait hole. He ran his fingers through his thickly gelled hair that was slicked back, waiting for another victim to prey on.
Chapter 1
Draco sat down at the Slytherin table, many of his peers chattered away. Their eyes stared at him, piercing into his body as he looked up to his table. Draco pretended he wasn't listening to what they were saying but their voices were drowning his ears with lies. He knew what they were talking about because everyone seemed to take his father's death more tragically then he did. By now they would all notice Draco knew what they were talking about but they acted as if he didn't.
"I heard he would beat Draco, maybe that's why he's relieved of his father's death," said a fellow Slytherin at the far side of the table.
Pansy spoke up in a loud whisper, "His father didn't beat him but Draco just has pure hatred for him."
Draco's body was overcome with anger, "I'm right fucking here, you think I don't hear you?"
His voice startled the table; they all stared at him again. Draco couldn't take it anymore; he lost his appetite. The chair screeched loudly as Draco go up from his seat and left the Great Hall to go back to his common room.
"What's wrong with him?" asked Harry as he watched Draco walk off and he could of swore he gave the whole room the finger.
Hermione was observing him the whole time, "Well, his father died today. Just imagine getting an owl that informed you your father had passed, I would be devastated."
"I always thought Draco would be happy with this kind of news," joked Ron, Hermione gave him a nasty look.
"Ron, you idiot," Hermione and Harry said in unison.
Ron had a sour expression on his face, "Hey, it's not my fault he's an asshole. You get what you give, as I like to say it."
"Right, well anyway, I must go back to the common room. I left my transfiguration book on one of the coffee tables. I can't believe I've gotten so careless, bye," Hermione informed the two, they both nodded their heads as in some kind of approval.
Hermione pulled the wooden chair back as she got up from the seat, straightening her robes as she walked out the Great Hall. She made her way swiftly to the common room, not noticing the surroundings near her.
A gentle touch lay upon Hermione's shoulder, she screamed in fear. Her head turned around to see who had managed to keep up to her.
"Draco, I mean Malfroy?" Hermione asked in surprise.
Draco replied, "At your service."
"Why are you following me?" Hermione demanded for an answer.
He gave out a witty laugh, "I wasn't following you, just merely wondering what you were up to, Granger."
His fingers were now slithering down Hermione's back; she shivered in fear and excitement. Hermione shot him a look of pure hatred, what kind of game was he playing?
"Malfroy." Hermione started, her temper was being teased with.
"When are you going to start calling me Draco?" Draco asks aggressively, pushing her towards his face.
Hermione felt in an awkward and embarrassing situation, her anger quickly flushed down the drain, "Depends, when are you going to start calling me Hermione?"
'She has a smart ass mouth, a nice smart ass mouth though. Those lips look comfortable for mine to lie on,' Draco thought in the spurs of the moment. He could tell by the redness in her cheeks that she was blushing terribly.
"Hermione," Draco said in a matter-of-fact voice, his eyes were darting into hers.
Hermione could feel the cool breeze of his breath tickle her cheek. The only logical reason he could have been doing this was all out of the grief of his father's death, or at least she hoped. There was too much tension between them, she had to get out.
"I have to go pick up a book from the common room, bye," Hermione said, using the excuse to get away from Draco.
Draco let go of Hermione's arms and let her run off, watching her body frantically run off into the distance to the portrait hole. He ran his fingers through his thickly gelled hair that was slicked back, waiting for another victim to prey on.