Chapter 6- A Town Called Malice

Author's Note: Some parts were taken from one of my favourite scenes in Chamber of Secrets...


While Hermione had avoided nearly having another Malfoy moment, Harry and Ron had avoided nearly getting expelled. And Ginny, just like every other Weasley, was sorted into Gryffindor. But try as they might to avoid it, it seems that trouble keeps following them...

Gryffindor had almost won the Quidditch Cup last year, if Harry didn't have the tendency to save the day and beat Voldemort. So this year, Oliver Wood's gonna train them to be harder. To be faster. To be stronger. In other words, Gryffindor is gonna be better. But Slytherin seems to be getting in their way.


"I don't believe it! I booked the field for today! We'll see about this!" Wood cried out and stormed towards the Slytherins. "Flint! This is our practice time! We got up specially! You can clear off now!"

But Flint just sneered. "Plenty of room for all of us, Wood."

"But I booked the field! I booked it!" Wood yelled, bordering between an outrage and a tantrum.

"Ah.. But I've got a specially signed note here from Professor Snape.

'I, Professor S. Snape, give the Slytherin team permission to practice today on the Quidditch field owing to the need to train their new Seeker'"

That finally got Wood's attention. "Youve got a new Seeker? Where?" He demanded.


And whoop-de-doo... It was Malfoy.

You have got to be kidding me. Malfoy? Harry can beat him to a pulp, that slimy git. Hermione thought as she and Ron went towards the two teams. "At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in. They got in on pure talent."

Oh, great. Here she goes again. Why can't she give me a break? It's like I'm never good enough. Draco thought to himself, his smug look vanished as Granger said those words. Why does she always have to show me up? I get it, Granger. I'm stupid and useless to you. Do you have to let everyone else know your opinion of me? He secretly thought.

"No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood."

And he saw it. That hurt look on her face. He didn't mean to. He was just angry. He was just so tired of all her insults and her spiteful words. But seeing her that way, embarassed and sad, he would have done anything to take it back. And he would have, if Weasley didn't try to jinx him. Good thing his wand was a broken, cheap, little twig.


As his mates laughed at Weasley's backfired stunt, Malfoy pretended to laugh along with them. But inside, he was ridden with guilt.

Why should I feel guilty? She started it.

She was taunting me. Embarassing me...

I was only doing to her what she did to me.

Still... Maybe, maybe it was a little too much.

No! You're a Malfoy, for Merlin's sake! Grow a backbone!

Don't apologize to a muggle like her!

But she's not just any muggle...

"Draco, mate. That was a good one. Looks like you'll fit right in with us."Flint told him. That should have made him feel better. But for some reason, it didn't. Draco Malfoy, that muggle girl is making you... Nice. He thought, his eyes following the bushy haired girl and her two pathetic friends.


That night, Hermione couldn't sleep. All she could think about was the incident with Malfoy and his stupid insult. She wiped away the tear that ran down her cheek.

"Hermione Jean Granger, I forbid you to cry over something that a jerk like Malfoy said to you! Don't let him get to you! You're better than that. So what if he called you a mudblood? Its not the first time he ever called you that. Grow a backbone!" She reprimanded herself. "I'll show him. One day, I'm gonna knock his socks off..."

If only she knew that the young Slytherin already does...


Author's Note: That scene where he called her a mudblood was one of the scenes that made me think that they had such great chemistry together.