Lords of Hogwarts
Chapter one Meeting
Hermione was walking with her usually pride to the library. Her two best friends Ron and Harry; had stayed on the quidditch field for the training.
Ron had been taken as a keeper since the beginning of the year. And Harry was now Captain of the Gryffindor Team. The two were very busy with the practices. Hermione didn't complain because she could study for the exams as much as she wanted without listening Ron every minute disturbing her.
As she was walking, Hermione didn't listen to the steps at the corner of the corridor:
-Watch it Granger!
Hermione had crushed right into the body of the one she hated the most in the school.
She hadn't seen him since the last year. Even on the Hogwarts's express, he didn't come as he usually does. So she was a bit surprised when she saw him first. His hairs were soft and shiny like gold. She could guess his muscularly chest behind his sorcery's dress. But the most disturbing was his aura. It was dark, spoiled and superior.
-Granger move! You are in my way mudblood!
-Shut up Malfoy. You could be, instead of the little prate you usually are, courteous.
The blond man begins to laugh. Hermione look at him in disgust.
-I am courteous with true sorcerers not mudbloods. You are nothing Granger. And, if it weren't your golden boy and the weasel, you wouldn't even have a life without your precious library. Oh and were you going now little mudblood? Let me guess…
The smirk on his face was so cruel and ironic that Hermione was speechless for some seconds.
-Oh it hurts Malfoy. Really. I am going to cry. But you should go back to your truly friends, you know? Crabe and Goyle. Oh and your little Pansy.
And with these words, she passes with an ironic smile across him and walks slowly.
But as she passes him, tears go down her skin. She wouldn't cry in front of him for sure, but Malfoy could hurt her sometimes. She knew that perfectly.
Malfoy stare at the girl as she turns the corridor. To hurt her was one of the most pleasant things in his life. To see her blush and get angry was so…actually he couldn't describe it. It was a real deep pleasure. And he didn't know how he'll live without it when they'll finish Hogwarts.
- Oh I should find another mudblood to torture he said in an ultimate smirk.
Chapter one Meeting
Hermione was walking with her usually pride to the library. Her two best friends Ron and Harry; had stayed on the quidditch field for the training.
Ron had been taken as a keeper since the beginning of the year. And Harry was now Captain of the Gryffindor Team. The two were very busy with the practices. Hermione didn't complain because she could study for the exams as much as she wanted without listening Ron every minute disturbing her.
As she was walking, Hermione didn't listen to the steps at the corner of the corridor:
-Watch it Granger!
Hermione had crushed right into the body of the one she hated the most in the school.
She hadn't seen him since the last year. Even on the Hogwarts's express, he didn't come as he usually does. So she was a bit surprised when she saw him first. His hairs were soft and shiny like gold. She could guess his muscularly chest behind his sorcery's dress. But the most disturbing was his aura. It was dark, spoiled and superior.
-Granger move! You are in my way mudblood!
-Shut up Malfoy. You could be, instead of the little prate you usually are, courteous.
The blond man begins to laugh. Hermione look at him in disgust.
-I am courteous with true sorcerers not mudbloods. You are nothing Granger. And, if it weren't your golden boy and the weasel, you wouldn't even have a life without your precious library. Oh and were you going now little mudblood? Let me guess…
The smirk on his face was so cruel and ironic that Hermione was speechless for some seconds.
-Oh it hurts Malfoy. Really. I am going to cry. But you should go back to your truly friends, you know? Crabe and Goyle. Oh and your little Pansy.
And with these words, she passes with an ironic smile across him and walks slowly.
But as she passes him, tears go down her skin. She wouldn't cry in front of him for sure, but Malfoy could hurt her sometimes. She knew that perfectly.
Malfoy stare at the girl as she turns the corridor. To hurt her was one of the most pleasant things in his life. To see her blush and get angry was so…actually he couldn't describe it. It was a real deep pleasure. And he didn't know how he'll live without it when they'll finish Hogwarts.
- Oh I should find another mudblood to torture he said in an ultimate smirk.