Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters and such.
A/N: Woah, I'm writing a non-explicit Dramione story. Juuust to prove how awesome they are for each other.
SMACK!
Draco widened his eyes. He looked up to find Hermione with her hand raised to smack him across the face again.
"Don't you dare call Hagrid pathetic, you foul- you evil-"
Ron was feebly trying to hold her back, but neither him or Harry could help but smile. Their grins fell quickly as Hermione reached for her wand.
"C'mon." was all Draco could muster beneath his fear. Crabbe and Goyle both grabbed a side of Malfoy and they bolted.
Once out of sight, all of them looked around a tree to see Harry, Ron, and Hermione marching straight for Hagrid's hut.
Draco rubbed his cheek where Hermione had hit him.
"You alright, Malfoy?" Crabbe's stupid face furrowed into a frown.
"I'm alright, Crabbe. Shut up. Like that Mudblood could hurt me."
"I was just asking. She hit you pretty hard."
"I said to shut up, Crabbe!" Malfoy spat.
Inside, though, he noted the power. She had, in fact, scared the wits out of him. She had had him backed into a corner and could have hexed him, cursed him, even killed him faster than he could register. Even with a slap, he registered her power.
Secretly, he loved it.
What could he do with that kind of a witch in his group? There would not be a soul that would not fear him. She had the brains he needed.
He had muscle with Crabbe and Goyle, but they were about as useful as a blindfold in a duel when it came to magic. He was the malice, almost the poster child of his evil.
Though he would never voice it, he would love it if Hermione were in their little gang.
He pushed the thought aside, thinking, The day that Mudblood makes herself a part of my life that isn't annoying is probably going to be the day Potter defeats the Dark Lord.