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Hermione tried the best to avoid Draco whenever she could during the past
weeks. If she saw him, she would run into another corner. She did not want
to have contact with him ever. Why would she? After he pushed her. But
sometimes she felt guilty because he had saved her life. She breathed in
and out. Why was this happening to her? Her life had always been still,
besides the adventures with the famous Harry Potter, but now he had his own
friends, and Ron was at his side. Hermione had nobody. Or did she? Hermione
shook her head. No, she didn't. Darn! I am talking to myself again!
Hermione thought. As she hurridly passed by some Slytherins, she thought,
Who else is there to talk to?
It seemed like Granger was scared of him. She'd run away every time he got a centimeter in front of her, and now he was feeling guilty. Maybe he should apologize to her, but that would turn him into something else. Something nice. And he didn't like the feeling. He'd already gotten detention for moving his smart mouth in Mcgonagall's class, whats the use? He sighed to himself, thinking how he wanted to talk to Granger, just tell her something and just hear her say something back, even something bad, even something that hurt him. Anything at all. He needed an answer. Little did he know, he'd be getting one in detention.
As Draco was studying, he saw Mcgonagall's peircing eyes go through him. Stop looking at me, you mouse. he thought. He had been in a bitter mood since lunch when Granger had gone to the library. She did that often, it seemed. Draco's mind pondered of what she did. A slight smirk came over his lips at the possibilities. He shook it off. He shouldn't have dirty thoughts like those, especially about Granger, for heaven's sakes. He looked at his paper, his eyes almost steeling a hole through it. "Minerva!" a voice called. Draco looked up and saw Dumbledore. "What is it?" asked Mcgonagall, tired. "Late nighters out, hufflepuff party." was all Dumbledore said before going out the door. Mcgonagall looked at him and said, "You stay here and do your work Malfoy, don't move a finger!" she ordered before following Dumbledore. Draco bit his lip. Where did the old mouse think he was going to go anyway? He ran his pencil through his paper, and suddenly heard whispers. He was startled. He felt goosbumps rise in his skin. Old Draco Malfoy could often be a sissy. He looked around catiously, and heard the whispers go near. He heard soft creaking as if footsteps. He was about to run when he held his breath as a figure came through the door.
It seemed like Granger was scared of him. She'd run away every time he got a centimeter in front of her, and now he was feeling guilty. Maybe he should apologize to her, but that would turn him into something else. Something nice. And he didn't like the feeling. He'd already gotten detention for moving his smart mouth in Mcgonagall's class, whats the use? He sighed to himself, thinking how he wanted to talk to Granger, just tell her something and just hear her say something back, even something bad, even something that hurt him. Anything at all. He needed an answer. Little did he know, he'd be getting one in detention.
As Draco was studying, he saw Mcgonagall's peircing eyes go through him. Stop looking at me, you mouse. he thought. He had been in a bitter mood since lunch when Granger had gone to the library. She did that often, it seemed. Draco's mind pondered of what she did. A slight smirk came over his lips at the possibilities. He shook it off. He shouldn't have dirty thoughts like those, especially about Granger, for heaven's sakes. He looked at his paper, his eyes almost steeling a hole through it. "Minerva!" a voice called. Draco looked up and saw Dumbledore. "What is it?" asked Mcgonagall, tired. "Late nighters out, hufflepuff party." was all Dumbledore said before going out the door. Mcgonagall looked at him and said, "You stay here and do your work Malfoy, don't move a finger!" she ordered before following Dumbledore. Draco bit his lip. Where did the old mouse think he was going to go anyway? He ran his pencil through his paper, and suddenly heard whispers. He was startled. He felt goosbumps rise in his skin. Old Draco Malfoy could often be a sissy. He looked around catiously, and heard the whispers go near. He heard soft creaking as if footsteps. He was about to run when he held his breath as a figure came through the door.