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"Mother of crap, would you just stop talking for once, Hermione!" yelled
Ron, his voice feirce. Everyone in the Great Hall looked at him curiously,
then at Hermione, but the teachers pretended not to notice. Hermione's
breath stroke into a sharp edge that sent a hurt vibe through her whole
body. She was so hurt that she forgot the embarrasment that stirred through
her. "I am sorry." Ron stumbled. Hermione would've said, don't bother, but
it was too late to talk now. Her mouth was dry and pale. Harry and Ron sat
down and ate calmly, as if she didn't exist. Hermione felt all eyes on her.
She looked at what she called friends, who were still ignoring her and
eating. Rejection sweeped through her, and she suffered emotional pain in
silence. She stood there, like an idiot. Hermione forced herself to look
back at the whole school before she took her first step toward the exit of
the Great Hall. Then another. Her footsteps grew louder, then distant, and
Harry and Ron held their heads up slightly and went back eating. Hermione
tried to remember what her mother said. [I]Sometimes You Gotta Run Away To
See Who Will Follow You[/I]. Hermione breathed in and out and walked out,
trying not to look back. But she knew for sure that nobody was going to go
after her.
Hermione heard footsteps behind her, they're were footsteps that sounded very fast, and before Hermione knew anything, something soft fell into her, which made her lose her balance a bit. "Watch it Granger!" a voice snarled. Hermione knew perfectly who it was. It was Draco Malfoy. Flesh against flesh with Draco Malfoy sent a chill down her spine. But this time, he looked kind of small, though he was one of the most tallest guys in Hogwarts. But now he seemed scared almost, nervous...jittery. Thats when Hermione noticed that he had something behind his back. Before Draco could object, Hermione reached out and grabbed it, revealing a box of muggle crayons. When she had grabbed it, it sent another chill down her spine,for as her fingertips touched Draco's rough hands. Finally, she spoke, putting her fingers tightly around the box. She laughed bitterly at the embarrasment on Draco's face. "Muggle crayons? Our little death eater meant to be is carrying muggle supplies?" she mocked. She felt almost good saying it, torturing him. It was true she had a small crush on him, who could help it? He was attractive, nothingless. But then she remembered what he had done to her, what he had said a long time ago.
Hermione remembered that moment when she had told her friend Ginny, that she found Draco rather attractive. Boy was that a mistake! Out of all the Gryffindors, Ginny seemed to be the only one who could stand Draco, who could talk to him for a bit. And then, a few days later, Ginny came into the room, looked Hermione straight in the eye and said, "Draco thinks your ugly." Hermione could hardly believe Ginny would come right out and say it, and it was true, Hermione felt like she wanted to kill Ginny, but it felt as if a knife had jammed right through her heart, making her embarrased and making her feel very ugly. She felt her self esteem go down. Was her smart allecks all she had?
Thats why she loved torturing Draco. After what he had done to her. Suddenly, Draco jumped on her, jamming her wrists cold against the hard floor, smushing every organ that she had. She felt the blood drain out of her and as Draco leaned over to her face, she couldn't help but slightly blush and another cold chill went down her spine. "Don't mess with me, mudblood." he spat. As he stormed off with the box of crayons,Hermione felt eternely embarrased. She knew better than to mess with him, so why had she done it? Little did she know, that was the least of her worries.
Hermione heard footsteps behind her, they're were footsteps that sounded very fast, and before Hermione knew anything, something soft fell into her, which made her lose her balance a bit. "Watch it Granger!" a voice snarled. Hermione knew perfectly who it was. It was Draco Malfoy. Flesh against flesh with Draco Malfoy sent a chill down her spine. But this time, he looked kind of small, though he was one of the most tallest guys in Hogwarts. But now he seemed scared almost, nervous...jittery. Thats when Hermione noticed that he had something behind his back. Before Draco could object, Hermione reached out and grabbed it, revealing a box of muggle crayons. When she had grabbed it, it sent another chill down her spine,for as her fingertips touched Draco's rough hands. Finally, she spoke, putting her fingers tightly around the box. She laughed bitterly at the embarrasment on Draco's face. "Muggle crayons? Our little death eater meant to be is carrying muggle supplies?" she mocked. She felt almost good saying it, torturing him. It was true she had a small crush on him, who could help it? He was attractive, nothingless. But then she remembered what he had done to her, what he had said a long time ago.
Hermione remembered that moment when she had told her friend Ginny, that she found Draco rather attractive. Boy was that a mistake! Out of all the Gryffindors, Ginny seemed to be the only one who could stand Draco, who could talk to him for a bit. And then, a few days later, Ginny came into the room, looked Hermione straight in the eye and said, "Draco thinks your ugly." Hermione could hardly believe Ginny would come right out and say it, and it was true, Hermione felt like she wanted to kill Ginny, but it felt as if a knife had jammed right through her heart, making her embarrased and making her feel very ugly. She felt her self esteem go down. Was her smart allecks all she had?
Thats why she loved torturing Draco. After what he had done to her. Suddenly, Draco jumped on her, jamming her wrists cold against the hard floor, smushing every organ that she had. She felt the blood drain out of her and as Draco leaned over to her face, she couldn't help but slightly blush and another cold chill went down her spine. "Don't mess with me, mudblood." he spat. As he stormed off with the box of crayons,Hermione felt eternely embarrased. She knew better than to mess with him, so why had she done it? Little did she know, that was the least of her worries.