The Seventh Year:
In a corridor close to the Infirmary
"Stop it Malfoy!" a young girl of seventeen yelled to a beautiful cloudy- eyed boy, about the same age as her.
"What's the matter Granger? Can't handle the pressure?" he smirked at Hermione while pointing a sharp tipped, jewel incrusted sword at her heart. She turned to leave when Draco yelled to Crabbe and Goyle, "Hold her back!"
The two towering boys grabbed her shoulders only to slam her into the wall. She cried out in pain as her head hit the stone wall that barricaded her in between the three boys. She cursed under her breath and knew for sure that the back of her hair would be matted with blood when this was over.
"I didn't say you could leave yet, now did I mudblood?"
Her blood was boiling and her heart was beating even faster than before, but hate and anger was not all that she felt. Stupidity was the other, if only she had taken that damned wand with her, even though a trip to the Head Girl Bathroom did not require one.
She could had taken it with her anyways, incase something dangerous had happened to her, though it wasn't every day two buffoons that reeked of bad pit odor, and needed to loose some weight (about 100 pounds ought to do it) pounded you into a wall just because their slimey, snot-nosed git of a master (or what ever they thought of his as) through orders at them, and they just so happened to listen to every single one of these commands that he spat out.
She could scream for help, but then again, who would hear her? It was in the dead of night, and all of Hogwarts seemed to be asleep except for Filch and Mrs. Norris who never missed a chance catch a wondering student out of bed.
"Boys! Leave us!" Draco yelled.
The damned buffoons looked dumfounded. At about this point, Draco being the great tempered person that he was never like to be questioned in this sort of situation, especially in this case, this sort of foul mood.
Though the two oversized elephants, being as stupid as they were looked confused, one of them even had the gall to ask "And do what?"
Veins seemed to pop out of Draco's skull; his face turned a light red with anger.
"Just... leave you idiots!" By this time Crabbe and Goyle had already been running down the hallway and around the corner for fear of what Draco might do in his fit of rage.
Draco turned back to look at Hermione, her face still full of fright, her eyes were lit up in confusion. Hermione didn't know what he was going to do, she didn't know what he was capable of, well- maybe she did, but she didn't know what he had up his sleeve this time.
Her heart started to beat faster, 'why is he just standing there? Why doesn't he curse me or something?' Hermione thought, though this was not what she wanted to happen to her at all.
He just stood there silently looking at her, his eyes seemed so kind, like there was a kinder and nicer Draco hidden deep within himself. This frightened her, what was he doing? Why is he just standing there? These answers she could not figure out/
It seemed forever that Draco stared deep into Hermione's eyes; he had never imagined such beauty could come from one such as her, an enemy. Why had he never realized this? He was missing out on so much; of course, his absurd prejudices enabled him from seeing the hidden beauty from within so many people. This struck his heart like a poisoned dagger, his eyes watered, and his jaw clenched.
Somehow he had felt closer to Hermione, why, he did not know, just that he liked this feeling. It was new and exciting; he had never felt this way before, not even when he had become seeker on the Slytherin quidditch team, which was been a great moment for him.
He stepped even closer to her, feeling an ever closer bond, she gasped for her heart had skipped a beat, she looked magnificent, and only now did Draco realize it. A certain feeling passed through Hermione as his presence drew even closer to her, quite like a nagging at the heart, like it was trying to tell her something, but this she could not figure out.
Draco moved closer to her to take a kiss, their lips were about to touch when a loud clopping noise came from the end of the corridor. Draco angrily tore his gaze from Hermione only to find his two babbling goons who were as drunk as two cussing sailors. This, of course, angered Draco beyond comparison.
"GRABBE! GOYLE! What the hell do you two morons think you're doing?!"
They both stood there, guilty as charged. They shook their heads and shrugged their shoulders as if to say, "we don't know." Draco looked back to Hermione then turned to leave.
He and his goons had finally left, she watched as Draco stormed away with his black school cloak billowing behind his with a disappointed look on his face. All Draco could feel was anger and confusion, and all she could feel was him.
In a corridor close to the Infirmary
"Stop it Malfoy!" a young girl of seventeen yelled to a beautiful cloudy- eyed boy, about the same age as her.
"What's the matter Granger? Can't handle the pressure?" he smirked at Hermione while pointing a sharp tipped, jewel incrusted sword at her heart. She turned to leave when Draco yelled to Crabbe and Goyle, "Hold her back!"
The two towering boys grabbed her shoulders only to slam her into the wall. She cried out in pain as her head hit the stone wall that barricaded her in between the three boys. She cursed under her breath and knew for sure that the back of her hair would be matted with blood when this was over.
"I didn't say you could leave yet, now did I mudblood?"
Her blood was boiling and her heart was beating even faster than before, but hate and anger was not all that she felt. Stupidity was the other, if only she had taken that damned wand with her, even though a trip to the Head Girl Bathroom did not require one.
She could had taken it with her anyways, incase something dangerous had happened to her, though it wasn't every day two buffoons that reeked of bad pit odor, and needed to loose some weight (about 100 pounds ought to do it) pounded you into a wall just because their slimey, snot-nosed git of a master (or what ever they thought of his as) through orders at them, and they just so happened to listen to every single one of these commands that he spat out.
She could scream for help, but then again, who would hear her? It was in the dead of night, and all of Hogwarts seemed to be asleep except for Filch and Mrs. Norris who never missed a chance catch a wondering student out of bed.
"Boys! Leave us!" Draco yelled.
The damned buffoons looked dumfounded. At about this point, Draco being the great tempered person that he was never like to be questioned in this sort of situation, especially in this case, this sort of foul mood.
Though the two oversized elephants, being as stupid as they were looked confused, one of them even had the gall to ask "And do what?"
Veins seemed to pop out of Draco's skull; his face turned a light red with anger.
"Just... leave you idiots!" By this time Crabbe and Goyle had already been running down the hallway and around the corner for fear of what Draco might do in his fit of rage.
Draco turned back to look at Hermione, her face still full of fright, her eyes were lit up in confusion. Hermione didn't know what he was going to do, she didn't know what he was capable of, well- maybe she did, but she didn't know what he had up his sleeve this time.
Her heart started to beat faster, 'why is he just standing there? Why doesn't he curse me or something?' Hermione thought, though this was not what she wanted to happen to her at all.
He just stood there silently looking at her, his eyes seemed so kind, like there was a kinder and nicer Draco hidden deep within himself. This frightened her, what was he doing? Why is he just standing there? These answers she could not figure out/
It seemed forever that Draco stared deep into Hermione's eyes; he had never imagined such beauty could come from one such as her, an enemy. Why had he never realized this? He was missing out on so much; of course, his absurd prejudices enabled him from seeing the hidden beauty from within so many people. This struck his heart like a poisoned dagger, his eyes watered, and his jaw clenched.
Somehow he had felt closer to Hermione, why, he did not know, just that he liked this feeling. It was new and exciting; he had never felt this way before, not even when he had become seeker on the Slytherin quidditch team, which was been a great moment for him.
He stepped even closer to her, feeling an ever closer bond, she gasped for her heart had skipped a beat, she looked magnificent, and only now did Draco realize it. A certain feeling passed through Hermione as his presence drew even closer to her, quite like a nagging at the heart, like it was trying to tell her something, but this she could not figure out.
Draco moved closer to her to take a kiss, their lips were about to touch when a loud clopping noise came from the end of the corridor. Draco angrily tore his gaze from Hermione only to find his two babbling goons who were as drunk as two cussing sailors. This, of course, angered Draco beyond comparison.
"GRABBE! GOYLE! What the hell do you two morons think you're doing?!"
They both stood there, guilty as charged. They shook their heads and shrugged their shoulders as if to say, "we don't know." Draco looked back to Hermione then turned to leave.
He and his goons had finally left, she watched as Draco stormed away with his black school cloak billowing behind his with a disappointed look on his face. All Draco could feel was anger and confusion, and all she could feel was him.