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Hermione
He stared at her, gazing out from under a curtain of silver blond hair.
This went against everything. They were enemies. He, a pureblood Slytherin, son of a Death Eater. She, a Gryffindor, a mudblood, and so intent on bringing Voldemort down. They were enemies, pitted against each other from the very beginning. That was how it was supposed to be. But nothing ever turns out as it should.
"How could this happen?" he thought to himself, "Hermione Granger… of all people."
He knew it shouldn't be like this, her being a mudblood should repel him, he ought to be disgusted. But it wasn't like that, at least, not anymore.
It all began with that pathetic excuse for a witch, Professor Burbage. Muggle Studies. Ha! The very idea that any self-respecting wizard would give a damn about those miserable, insignificant beings was indeed, laughable. So, he told her that.
"Detention, Mr. Malfoy, she had said, "My office, 8 o' clock, sharp."
He knew he should've blown it off, but he was close to being expelled as it was, and he couldn't afford to leave Hogwarts and suffer the displeasure of the Dark Lord.
"Mr. Malfoy, you have made it quite clear that you despise every aspect of the Muggle world. Now, everyone is entitled to his or her beliefs, but I feel that yours come from ignorance. So, for tonight's detention, you will be reading a Muggle History book."
The gall of that woman! Muggle History! More like "All the Years that Wizards Could Have Exterminated Those Rats but Didn't"
But he read it, he read because if he were expelled, he would be killed. And besides, he knew legilimency now, so his master would never need to know.
The book was called "World History", and judging by the motionless picture on the front, was a Muggle textbook. He opened up the book and began to read. He read until 10, when Professor Burbage finally let him leave, sending him off while saying, "I hope that now, Mr. Malfoy, you have reconsidered what you have been saying. Muggles are people. You are a person. Do the math."
He looked at his watch. 1:30. A.M. He hadn't even bothered to undress. He had just lie down on his bed, not to sleep, but to think. He was indeed, reconsidering. The textbook had been full of stories of discrimination. Black people had been enslaved. Native people had been slaughtered. Japanese had been imprisoned. Jewish people, killed for their religion. Gay people, for their sexuality. It seemed that Muggles had seen any difference as a threat, and tried to irradiate it.
And really, was what he was doing so different? Judging people for their lack of magical abilities? He had always thought that being a pure-blood wizard gave him rights, made him better. But those muggles thought being pure-blooded white gave them the right to enslave black people. He was no better.
No better than a Muggle.
My first FanFic! Please Review! I'm trying to break those FanFic stereotypes of Draco always having been good or Ron being a complete jerk. So...? What do you think?