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Chapter 1
I was pissed. Beyond pissed.
Okay, even beyond pissed was an understatement.
And you ask why I'm pissed?
The answer?
Draco Malfoy.
Yes, that's right. The Slytherin ferret. That good for nothing rich spoiled little blonde "oh-I'm-so-high-and-mighty-with-my-excessive-amounts-of-money-and-hair-gel" brat.
I wrenched open the dungeon door, and stalked over to my usual desk with Harry and Ron. Dumping my bag onto the workbench in front of me, I drew out the needed equipment and ingredients for today's potion's lesson.
Potions was normally one of my favourite lessons, apart from the fact that Professor Snape was our teacher. But today, my mood didn't accommodate for such subjects.
Harry and Ron slid in quietly beside me, sneaking anxious looks at each other. At least they had the sense not to disturb me while I was in a bad mood; that was actually one of the few useful things they'd learnt after five years in my company.
I sat scowling at the front of the classroom, waiting for the rest of the class to file in and for our beloved Potions Master to appear. My patience was reaching a limit, and that limit was quickly surpassed as soon as I heard that unmistakable drawl.
"So mudblood," The voice came from behind me, arrogant and smug. I gritted my teeth, willing myself not to turn around and beat that self-satisfied look I knew he would have off his stupid face. I couldn't hear any welcome forthcoming interruptions either; most of the class had gone silent to listen to his little speech.
"Who got your knickers in a twist?" He laughed, as did the rest of the Slytherins. Harry and Ron turned around, while I sat still, staring at the front of the classroom.
I have never wished so hard for Snape to appear, just so Malfoy would shut his gob and we could get on with our lesson.
"Shut up, Malfoy," I heard Harry say darkly.
"Yeah, leave her alone." Ron added as well.
"Getting the boys to defend you? How touching…" Malfoy sneered. "But of course, Weasley here would do anything to get into your knickers–"
WHAM!
My fist connected with his face. I dimly registered the fact that I had stood up. For once, the pain coming from my hand didn't even faze me a bit; the satisfaction was too great. I watched as he staggered back with his hand over his nose, blood trickling from between his fingers.
"You little bitch!" He swore as he lunged at me. Thanks to my slightly faster reflexes, I managed to duck under his swing, and land a kick at his backside.
The rest of the Griffindors laughed and cheered as he staggered forward, his head colliding with a satisfying thunk against Snape's table.
"What is going on here?" a cold voice said, the sound coming from the doorway behind me.
All noise suddenly disappeared, as if sucked away by a vacuum. I froze, still standing in a fighting position in front of Malfoy. I swallowed slightly and stood upright.
I didn't need to turn around to confirm the identity of the person standing behind me.
Our Potions Master had finally arrived.
I faintly registered the fact that Snape, the most punctual teacher in the whole school, had been late to class. But all traces of the thought was removed after one glance at his murderous expression on his face.
I turned and faced him properly, not even flicking a glance back at the groaning heap that was Malfoy on the floor.
"Well, Miss Granger," Snape hissed. "It seems our Griffindor Princess has a violent streak in her after all."
I tilted my chin up defiantly and met his stare. I could feel my hands trembling slightly, though they were safely hidden in the folds of my robe. But I couldn't manage to think up of one witty comeback.
Curse him and his bloody intimidating aura...!
He turned to Malfoy, who was slowly pushing himself off the floor. I was very happy to see the amounts of blood now staining his shirt and the front of his robes. Snape looked him over.
"Hospital wing, Draco. Get Madame Pomfrey to fix you up." He informed the boy, who nodded weakly and staggered out the door.
After the door closed with a click, Snape turned his face back to me. I didn't need to be a genius to figure out that he wasn't pleased.
"Detention. For a week." Snape said with a small sneer. "And 50 points from Griffindor. That might teach you to keep your fists to yourself next time, Miss Granger."
A smatter of groans came from the Griffindors around the classroom. Harry and Ron both shook their heads, and I felt the faintest flicker of guilt - I knew how fixated the boys were on winning the House Cup every year.
"Silence!" Snape shouted harshly, and the noise once again died away immediately.
"Now that the interruptions are over, may we commence the lesson?"
A sudden flurry of movement was seen as everyone dived for their bags and cauldrons, while I moved back to my desk. I didn't care about detention for once.
It was a price worth paying just to see Malfoy's nose in such a state.
A/N: So what did you guys think? It'll be a multi-chaptered story, don't worry! Feedback would be great~!!