Out of the darkness stepped a tall boy, disheveled black hair scattered
over his head, taped up glasses resting upon his nose. His bright green
eyes stood out against his paler than average skin. He carried a few bags,
the contents within well hidden. His eyes locked onto Draco's a distasteful
scowl crossing his face. He pulled his wand out of his pocket and pointed
it at him.
"Apologize to Hagrid right now," demanded Harry Potter.
"No.," stated Draco," I don't have to..."
"Oh yes you do. You bloody fool!"shouted Ron Weasly.
"Bloody fool? BLOODY FOOL!?" repeated Draco, "Are you talking to yourself Weasly?"
"No. I'm talking to YOU!" Ron shouted.
"All three of yeh quiet down. We need to get going Harry, ron, Hermione," interrupted Hagrid.
"Granger?! The Mudblood's here?!" shouted Draco.
"I wouldn't exactly call myself a Mudblood. Now would I, Draco?" questioned Hermione as she stepped from the shadows.
Her once staticy hair was now smooth and straight, her milky brown eyes standing out upon her face. She wore beautiful velvet robes in different shades of dark blue. She stepped between Harry and Ron and glared at Draco.
"You'll always be a Mudblood Granger," he snapped,"There's no doubt in it."
"Maybe I'll always be a MUGGLE, Draco, but I'm still a witch. A far better witch than you are as a wizard," she snapped.
Harry and Ron simply rolled their eyes, turning and setting off after Hagrid who had fled to the Leaky Cauldron.
"Come on 'Mione!" called Ron and Harry in unison while they jogged away.
"I'll be there in a minute, boys!" called Hermione.
Draco glared at her and turned walking towards Gringott's again.
"Wait!" she called, swinging her hand out before him. She rested it gently against his chest.
Draco felt himself shudder, his heart skipping a beat.
"Get your filthy hands off of me, Mudblood!!" he shouted, pushing her hand off of his chest as he took off. He bounded away, his eyes set on Gringott's yet again.
"Apologize to Hagrid right now," demanded Harry Potter.
"No.," stated Draco," I don't have to..."
"Oh yes you do. You bloody fool!"shouted Ron Weasly.
"Bloody fool? BLOODY FOOL!?" repeated Draco, "Are you talking to yourself Weasly?"
"No. I'm talking to YOU!" Ron shouted.
"All three of yeh quiet down. We need to get going Harry, ron, Hermione," interrupted Hagrid.
"Granger?! The Mudblood's here?!" shouted Draco.
"I wouldn't exactly call myself a Mudblood. Now would I, Draco?" questioned Hermione as she stepped from the shadows.
Her once staticy hair was now smooth and straight, her milky brown eyes standing out upon her face. She wore beautiful velvet robes in different shades of dark blue. She stepped between Harry and Ron and glared at Draco.
"You'll always be a Mudblood Granger," he snapped,"There's no doubt in it."
"Maybe I'll always be a MUGGLE, Draco, but I'm still a witch. A far better witch than you are as a wizard," she snapped.
Harry and Ron simply rolled their eyes, turning and setting off after Hagrid who had fled to the Leaky Cauldron.
"Come on 'Mione!" called Ron and Harry in unison while they jogged away.
"I'll be there in a minute, boys!" called Hermione.
Draco glared at her and turned walking towards Gringott's again.
"Wait!" she called, swinging her hand out before him. She rested it gently against his chest.
Draco felt himself shudder, his heart skipping a beat.
"Get your filthy hands off of me, Mudblood!!" he shouted, pushing her hand off of his chest as he took off. He bounded away, his eyes set on Gringott's yet again.