It started the moment her mudblood skin connected with my face. The nagging feeling at the base of my throat.

You see, in the millisecond it took for me to register her fist I knew I'd feel something, other than the usual discomfort of being punched, like a common peasant, right in the noggin of course.

Suppose I'd have uncontrollable itching? Contract some sort of rash? ( my father always said mudbloods were a disease.)

Hell I half expected my perfect pureblood face to turn to stone. She looked at that moment how Id imagine Medusa to look; hair wild, tangled and sizzling with magic, her eyes blazing with hot rage, the tears in the corners somehow only managing to make them look fiercer (Professor Burbridge the muggle studies teacher would have been glad to hear, the first comparison I drew was some sort of mythical, muggle monster story)

I would never have imagined then, that what I would contract from the crazy bint was much worse than some sort of skin condition.

Yes, I'd take face fungus any day rather than have that unspeakable feeling shoved down my throat.

I scrambled away from the scene faster than the Weasel swallows. With a swollen jaw, a slightly trampled pride, and the most intense knowing.

Knowing with all of my flawless being that my father had lied.

This bushy-haired, self-righteous, know-it-all with blazing eyes and the best left hook I'd ever witnessed (Salazar the girl'd beat Goyle in a fist fight.) Was not weak, she was not stupid, and if I didnt watch my back, I'd almost definitely be trampled into the dirt. She's the sort who'd do it just for the Irony.

It's a strange thing. Knowing your father was wrong about something.

Made you second guess everything else you knew about life.

Second guessing is dangerous.

Danger is for Gryffindors..

And fuck it all i am a Slytherin!
Slytherins are NOT Gryffindors.

Slytherins know to stay away from danger..

I Draco Malfoy am most definitely NOT a Griffindor.

I ignore the nagging.

I was thinking, Malfoy is so very full of himself, would he really truley believe Hermione to be no better than dirt after she bested him? wouldn't a part of him automatically put her in a category of "oh well, shes strong so its not like im weak..." then at the same time be denying the whole thing?

anyhow this is the first time ive ever shared a story i wrote so dont go too hard on me :)