Disclaimer: If you see the word DISCLAIMER on a piece of a fanfiction, you should know I'm not the author who wrote the glorious story I'm making a fanfiction about. Or in easy terms: I'm not J.K. Rowling
Note: There may be a slight Draco-bashing, but I'm sorry it's just from Hermione's Perspective. This is in response to the Fan Art Challenge.
A word of Advice
This is how it was throughout the third year. Harry would get into fights with Draco –stupid fights in my opinion- with Ron backing him up. Of course, I would back him up too, but that doesn't mean I'd actually get into the fights or help them make a fool of Draco, no I hate being a violent person. I'm just thankful they stopped in his Fifth year, -the House Points may seem stupid to some, but I take pride in knowing my house Gryffindor won it.
Well, today, it seemed to get really strange. We just left Transfiguration and Draco was just with Pansy and Goyle. Apparently Crabbe had a detention right after Transfiguration. Well, Ron being stupid –not that he always is stupid mind you- decided to push Draco into a wall 'accidentally'.
This made Draco really messed up, and when you see a red faced Draco with his perfect slick –that was now messed up- pale blond hair, it is hard to hold in the laughter of his comical look. But suddenly Pansy shoved me backwards and I fell, fearful as my wand was knocked out of my hand.
The ground felt cold and my skirt scrunched up slightly, as my right leg was raised slightly to keep my balance. The cold breeze of the corridor bit at my leg and I shivered. Shoving me required to grip my shoulder and face, so her hand left a red imprint on my face. Ron and Harry were too busy dealing with Goyle and Draco to really notice.
She smirked slowly grabbing my wand and pointing it at me, while I could do nothing. Her eyes twinkled of Mischief as her brownish reddish shined in the poor lighting.
"A word of advice Mudblood" She said coldly "Stay down" She finished the look still there as she tossed back my wand, grinning now walking away. "Draaakey!" She called out to him and he turned "Meet me in the Common Room after you finish Pothead and Weasley."
I looked at her. No her calling me a Mudblood didn't make me angry, or scared. I just didn't understand her.