Prompt Twenty-Nine: Contempt
I had my brother beta this and I have not touched it since, so this is a sort of rough copy in my eyes. Still, enjoy.
Sometimes, Hermione wondered how Draco Malfoy could live with himself. He was a sick, manipulative, Muggle-hating, Death Eater-loving, soul sucking - She stopped herself there and breathed out. He was, she thought, an idiot, plain and simple.
There wasn't a simpler way to state it. There were no other words to describe the soulless bastard named Draco Malfoy. If his hatred was directed somewhere, had a reason, a purpose then Hermione might understand it. She wouldn't like it but she would understand it. She would get that he had issues that he needed to sort out and they stemmed from a reasonable thought but no. Draco hated everyone and everything and there was no apparent reason for it.
How could someone hate muggle-borns with such ferocity and not have a logical explanation for it? Hermione scrunched her face up and gritted her teeth. She sliced through the potato she was cutting and she could feel her face heating up. What had Muggles done to him? What had they done to deserve such a hatred, even if they were blind to it? He had obviously never met Muggles. She snorted and imagined his voice. Muggles are too filthy for those of my station.
She turned and glared at the door that would lead back into the Weasley's living room where the Weasley's, Harry, Fluer, Pansy Parkinson, and Draco Malfoy would sit, all laughing over coffee or something. She grimaced. This was not going to be a fun holiday.
With that thought she turned back to the potatoes and began cutting again. She could do it by magic, she supposed, but that would take all the fun out of it. She grinned and evil, maniac grin and imagined that the potatoes were Draco's pretty little face. She sliced through each with a vengeance.
Time had gotten away from Hermione because in what she thought were a few seconds Mrs. Weasley popped into the kitchen and touched her on the shoulder. "Hermione?"
"Ah!" She jumped back and pulled her wand off of the counter, wielding it in her right hand and the knife in the other. Mrs. Weasley backed up a bit and put a hand to her chest, surprised. "Oh! Mrs. Weasley... You frightened me."
Hermione smiled shakily and placed both the knife and the wand back on the counter. "You've been in here nearly an hour, Hermione. Go back and join the Christmas party."
"Er..." Hermione struggled with words, not sure how to continue. She didn't get the chance though because Mrs. Weasley rushed on. "You have locked yourself in this kitchen the entire time and I am sure it is getting stuffy. I can finish in here."
Mrs. Weasley placed her hands on Hermione's back, applying gentle pressure to nudge her on her way. Hermione flashed her a rather fake smile, picked up her wand, and moved towards the heavy wooden door, ready to get back to the party.
"Hermione... Why didn't you use magic?"
Hermione smiled to herself and replied. "That would take all of the fun out of it." and with that she pushed open the door and walked back into the arms of the bane of her existence.
A/N: There it is! I hope you enjoyed it! I hated one of my lines in there. It was necessary and I hated it. However, I could not word it much differently so... Review!
-Willful Destruction
