"What Comes Around Goes Around"
Prologue
The eagle faded into the scenario of the enchanting school, a train following its direction as it glided through the strong winds. The brown feathers were pushed against each other as the eagle's eyes concentrated into the far distance. Feeling important, the eagle thought it was guiding the black train filled with Hogwarts students to its destination. Yet it was the tracks that the train followed by, chugging up and down constantly.
Inside the train tension heated up between the two rivals. Their insults spun back and forth, trying to top onto each other. No one was sure what hurt the most, the comments or the punches. Had it been no surprise that it was between The Boy Who Lived and The Boy Who Hates The Boy Who Lived. Each swing stronger then the other as the anger darted in both of their eyes.
Draco clutched his fists into a ball and lifted them up to his face for defense. He was so concentrated like the eagle outside his compartment and thanks to his box kicking lessons he had mastered another skill.
"I'm not going to fight physically anymore, I'd rather use my magic," Harry slurred out through his swelled cheek, he smirked at the challenge.
Draco slowly changed his previous position, "Afraid of being beat up by me? I didn't know you feared me that much to depend on magic to defend yourself on everything, Pothead. What's next, you're going to have Mudbloods to fight for you?"
Hermione growled under her breath, had she even participated in this whole fight? She could tell Harry was angered that Draco dragged her into the conversation. 'Good boy,' Hermione acknowledged to Harry in her mind.
"You know what Draco? Get whatever's out your ass so your daily mood swings won't affect us. I mean seriously, you still act like a little boy. Ron and I could have sworn your mom made you into man this pass summer with her whorish work, didn't she hook you up on some free bitches or something? Or did she offer herself to you?" Hermione cleverly shot back at him, he was about to practically charge at her.
Draco seemed to count 1 through 10 under his breath then answered back calmly, "What turned you into the Queen of Bitches? I don't fuck my mother but I'm sure you had one or two go's with yours. Look, do us all a favor and stop having threesomes with Harry and Ron because it's seriously turning you into a moody slut. Don't you know Harry and Ron only agree to them because they secretly want each other? Sorry to break your heart, Hermy, but they'll never want you."
Tears stung the back of her eyes but she didn't let them show, she walked up to him and mumbled into his ear, "Goodnight Draco."
With that comment Draco fell into completely darkness. It had been a few hours until he awoke and felt a chilling draft travel across his body, his nude body! Had it dream it or did Hermione Granger really knock him out and stripped him naked?
He could see the famous trio and other students gather near him, staring at him and at everything he had. Then he looked at Hermione with her mischievous grin, holding his knickers in front of his face.
"You ought to learn not to mess with me," Hermione said then whispered in his ear quietly, "You sure have grown through the years, though."
He blushed furiously at the comment then quickly grabbed the boxers. She went back to her seat and quietly went back to reading her book, how could she look so innocent after comment about his, um, down under? There was laughter in the whole compartment of the train; the news must have caught on by now. 'God, Hermione Granger is such a bitch,' Draco thought as she her eyes slowly skimmed the book, acting as if nothing had happened.
Prologue
The eagle faded into the scenario of the enchanting school, a train following its direction as it glided through the strong winds. The brown feathers were pushed against each other as the eagle's eyes concentrated into the far distance. Feeling important, the eagle thought it was guiding the black train filled with Hogwarts students to its destination. Yet it was the tracks that the train followed by, chugging up and down constantly.
Inside the train tension heated up between the two rivals. Their insults spun back and forth, trying to top onto each other. No one was sure what hurt the most, the comments or the punches. Had it been no surprise that it was between The Boy Who Lived and The Boy Who Hates The Boy Who Lived. Each swing stronger then the other as the anger darted in both of their eyes.
Draco clutched his fists into a ball and lifted them up to his face for defense. He was so concentrated like the eagle outside his compartment and thanks to his box kicking lessons he had mastered another skill.
"I'm not going to fight physically anymore, I'd rather use my magic," Harry slurred out through his swelled cheek, he smirked at the challenge.
Draco slowly changed his previous position, "Afraid of being beat up by me? I didn't know you feared me that much to depend on magic to defend yourself on everything, Pothead. What's next, you're going to have Mudbloods to fight for you?"
Hermione growled under her breath, had she even participated in this whole fight? She could tell Harry was angered that Draco dragged her into the conversation. 'Good boy,' Hermione acknowledged to Harry in her mind.
"You know what Draco? Get whatever's out your ass so your daily mood swings won't affect us. I mean seriously, you still act like a little boy. Ron and I could have sworn your mom made you into man this pass summer with her whorish work, didn't she hook you up on some free bitches or something? Or did she offer herself to you?" Hermione cleverly shot back at him, he was about to practically charge at her.
Draco seemed to count 1 through 10 under his breath then answered back calmly, "What turned you into the Queen of Bitches? I don't fuck my mother but I'm sure you had one or two go's with yours. Look, do us all a favor and stop having threesomes with Harry and Ron because it's seriously turning you into a moody slut. Don't you know Harry and Ron only agree to them because they secretly want each other? Sorry to break your heart, Hermy, but they'll never want you."
Tears stung the back of her eyes but she didn't let them show, she walked up to him and mumbled into his ear, "Goodnight Draco."
With that comment Draco fell into completely darkness. It had been a few hours until he awoke and felt a chilling draft travel across his body, his nude body! Had it dream it or did Hermione Granger really knock him out and stripped him naked?
He could see the famous trio and other students gather near him, staring at him and at everything he had. Then he looked at Hermione with her mischievous grin, holding his knickers in front of his face.
"You ought to learn not to mess with me," Hermione said then whispered in his ear quietly, "You sure have grown through the years, though."
He blushed furiously at the comment then quickly grabbed the boxers. She went back to her seat and quietly went back to reading her book, how could she look so innocent after comment about his, um, down under? There was laughter in the whole compartment of the train; the news must have caught on by now. 'God, Hermione Granger is such a bitch,' Draco thought as she her eyes slowly skimmed the book, acting as if nothing had happened.