Snake Inside, Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or places mentioned in this story or in the Harry Potter series itself. Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling. Don't sue.
Author's note: Hermione/Draco. Don't like? Don't read. It's that simple. Don't read just to flame. That's just stupid. Don't flame, period. Constructive Criticism, people. It helps make the world go 'round.
Rating: R
-----------------------------------------------------
She's infuriating. She thinks she is so smart, unmatchable at a game of wit. I shall show her up, though. I don't know why I care about beating her so much. I want to beat her more than her stupid little friends. Maybe because she's the only one who could even put up a good fight. The others are rather,
how do I put this, moronic.
Potter may have courage and daring and a sob story, and Weasley may be caring and naive at the same time, but Granger, no, Granger is different. She cares, but not to much. She has fun, but never lets it get in the way. Her wit is by far all the Gryffindor house has. She keeps the points coming as Potter and Weasley bring them down with some stupid 'act of courage'.
She know's it, too. She tries to keep up with me, and usually does. We're the two top seventh years. She's above me, though. But by the end, I will be better.
People babble on about 'love-hate' relationships. This is not one of them. I assure you, I have no love for her. Nor will I ever. She's nothing to me, and I am nothing to her. We're playing a mere game. A challenging game of wits, to see who, in the end, was better. Although, I must say, I am having fun.
Weasley and Potter don't understand. They always blindly stick up for her, and she always has to call them down, like dogs. It's disgusting. After they snarl their empty threats, she drags them away, flipping her now sleek hair over her shoulder.
And I just laugh. That's all I can do. Because that was just another round in our continuous game.
But slowly, the stakes are getting higher, the prizes larger. It's nearing the end. I'll do anything to win, as will she.
I have a feeling this is going to be an interesting end to a seven-year-long game.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or places mentioned in this story or in the Harry Potter series itself. Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling. Don't sue.
Author's note: Hermione/Draco. Don't like? Don't read. It's that simple. Don't read just to flame. That's just stupid. Don't flame, period. Constructive Criticism, people. It helps make the world go 'round.
Rating: R
-----------------------------------------------------
She's infuriating. She thinks she is so smart, unmatchable at a game of wit. I shall show her up, though. I don't know why I care about beating her so much. I want to beat her more than her stupid little friends. Maybe because she's the only one who could even put up a good fight. The others are rather,
how do I put this, moronic.
Potter may have courage and daring and a sob story, and Weasley may be caring and naive at the same time, but Granger, no, Granger is different. She cares, but not to much. She has fun, but never lets it get in the way. Her wit is by far all the Gryffindor house has. She keeps the points coming as Potter and Weasley bring them down with some stupid 'act of courage'.
She know's it, too. She tries to keep up with me, and usually does. We're the two top seventh years. She's above me, though. But by the end, I will be better.
People babble on about 'love-hate' relationships. This is not one of them. I assure you, I have no love for her. Nor will I ever. She's nothing to me, and I am nothing to her. We're playing a mere game. A challenging game of wits, to see who, in the end, was better. Although, I must say, I am having fun.
Weasley and Potter don't understand. They always blindly stick up for her, and she always has to call them down, like dogs. It's disgusting. After they snarl their empty threats, she drags them away, flipping her now sleek hair over her shoulder.
And I just laugh. That's all I can do. Because that was just another round in our continuous game.
But slowly, the stakes are getting higher, the prizes larger. It's nearing the end. I'll do anything to win, as will she.
I have a feeling this is going to be an interesting end to a seven-year-long game.
