Draco lazily doodled on his paper whilst professor Flitwick droned on about some charm. I almost caught the little mudblood he muttered under his mint breath. Gosh dang it. After talking for several more minutes, Flitwick dismissed the class. "You may go now, do not forget about the twelve inch essay due tomorrow!'' He exclaimed in an overly cheerful voice while people trampled each other to get out the door. Stupid people, Draco thought and swaggered out the charms' class.
Hermione had finally gained back her focus and attention, too bad it was the end of class. She and Harry stood up and left their table. They had not sat with Ron for he was too busy running his awkwardly large hand up Geraldine SlutWhore's skirt. Harry bumped in to Ron and didn't even say sorry when they met at the door. He had hurt his best friend's feelings and he wouldn't just forgive him that easily. Geraldine giggled with her bubble gum girl voice and slapped Ron's bum in the corridor. Hermione cringed and acted like she hadn't seen anything. Harry noticed everything though and he suddenly hugged her; books in his arms and everything. "It's okay ignore them 'Mione. " He said releasing her. "I never thought Ron would stoop that low." He mumbled the last part. " I'm fine really." She whispered. He smiled, "Catch you later, I think I might go flirt with some girl." She chuckled, but it soon died out when he left.
The library, he was sure she would return. He needed to try again. Persistence is the key he had heard once. He sat down and tried to read an old worn out book. Hours passed and his target bookworm never showed. What the fuck? He thought. He was certain Hermione would come. He frowned and decided to walk the halls to check.
Hermione sat her petite frame on her four poster bed. Who knew Ron would turn out to be such a FUCKING MAN WHORE!? Hermione never cussed. Not even in her thoughts. She was angry. A Slytherin instinct started playing in her mind. Revenge…is sweet. Toxins flooded her pretty little pure mind and she came up with the evilest plan. She needed someone whom Ron hated with a passion. She would strut around the school in his arms all day. Who would be her so called 'victim'? And it exploded in her mind. Draco Malfoy of course, he had already shown interest for some reason and she could return it back. She was sure he was just playing and she would be just playing too…Oh Hermione Hermione, she thought. You might as well be a little evil prick.
She would start here hunt in the corridors…
a/n. I know its short and everything's short and I don't even update soon… but…I DON'T HAVE TIME! I needed to add a twist to my already shit plot.