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Sunday passed by dreadfully slowly for Draco. He couldn't wait until Monday afternoon when he could finally put Granger in her place for good. He smirked at the thought. There was nothing he loved better than lifting himself up by putting others down.
But, finally, Monday afternoon did come. He was the first one to class. Hagrid looked at him oddly when he entered smiling, but he paid no heed to the gamekeeper. Nothing was going to spoil his mood today. He anxiously awaited the arrival of the brunette witch.
She arrived with Potter and the Weasel about fifteen minutes later. He was disappointed. He had wanted her to get there sooner so he would have more time to enjoy this. Now he had to pack all of his torture into a twenty- minute segment. Nevertheless, the moment she arrived he strolled up to where she and her friends were standing. She felt his presence and turned to face him.
"What do you want Malfoy?" She said coldly. The fact that she was already annoyed was making this all the better for him. He stroked his chin and looked thoughtful for a moment.
"What did you say your Mum and Dad's last name was Granger?" He said slowly, as if trying to recall something from long ago.
"I didn't Malfoy. Leave me alone." She turned back to talking to Lavender and Ron.
"Kelgara." He said finally. "That was it." She glared at him once again.
"How did you know that?" She said through clenched teeth. He smirked before going on with the rest of his plan.
"You know, that name sounds so familiar to me. Where have I heard it before?" He once again returned to his thoughtful stance.
"The only people you've ever cared about knowing are Death eaters, Malfoy. Just bugger off." She once again attempted to return to her conversation.
"Death eaters! That's it." He almost smiled as her eyes widened in surprise. "My father told me about them not too long ago. They were the ones that were supposed to produce an heir weren't they? Whatever happened to them?"
He looked expectantly at her for the answer but none came.
"Now, I remember. They had a girl instead. Wait," he paused for effect and appeared to go over the situation in his mind. "That would be, you, wouldn't it?"
His cold gray eyes bore into hers. Her face burned and she felt a flush rise to her cheeks.
"You're wrong." She spit out softly. She didn't want to believe him. He couldn't be right. It wasn't possible.
"Oh, I am, am I? I'd like to see you prove it." His eyes narrowed and the ever-present smirk once again was plastered on his face.
"You're wrong." Was all she could say. Hot tears gathered in the corners of her eyes, but she would not let him see her cry. She never let him see how much his insults hurt her.
"And you're in a Muggle family to hide your parents shame, you filthy little Mudblood." He hissed out. Ron and Harry couldn't take their friend being abused anymore. At the same time they both ambushed Malfoy, hitting any part of them they could reach.
He was caught by surprise and found the one flaw in his plan. He hadn't anticipated other people. His pale body would be dotted with dark blue and black bruises the next day; not a very good combination.
"Wha' do ya thin' yer doin' there 'arry? Ron? You two shoul' know better! 'onestly." Hagrid yelled as he pulled the two Gryffindors off Draco. He lay there battered and in serious pain. The gamekeeper pulled him up and dragged him off to the nurse. He had two or three broken ribs.
"What did you do to this boy, Hagrid?" Madam Pomfrey said as she bustled around the clinic pulling bandages and different potions off the walls.
"It was Potter and Weasley." He answered her. "He was pokin' fun o' 'ermione Granger."
She tsked at the boy lying on the bed holding his chest. "When will he ever learn?"
She shooed Hagrid out to get on with his class and returned to her patient. With a few quick waves of her wand she healed his ribs and gave him a potion for the pain. He didn't say thank you, Malfoy's never thank inferiors, and lay back onto the hospital mattress. The plan had gone perfectly except for the unexpected battle; he was quite pleased.
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Hermione couldn't concentrate the rest of the day. She was debating whether or not to believe what Draco had said. Deep down she knew he was probably right; he wouldn't make up something like this knowing it could backfire, but she didn't want to believe it.
She had entered into denial, and it could only get worse from here. Harry and Ron tried to comfort her but she would have it, telling them she wanted to be alone.
After classes were done she walked out to the Quidditch Pitch and once again lay in the center looking up at the cloudy sky. It would probably rain tonight. The clouds swirled together and formed spirals of gray and white. The sound of thunder in the distance was strangely soothing to her.
"Why is all of this happening to me?" She wondered for the hundredth time that year. Small droplets fell onto her face and cooled the skin. She smiled and stood. Slowly she raised her arms and let the falling rain soak her robes while she danced, happy for the first time that day.
When she arrived, she was thoroughly drenched to the bone and shivering from the contact of her wet body and the cold air inside the school. Parvati gasped when she came through the portrait hole and immediately dragged her up the stairs and pushed her into a hot shower.
"What were you thinking Hermione? Standing out in the cold rain like that. You'll catch pneumonia." She lectured as Hermione let the warm water flood over her.
She climbed out and was immediately wrapped in a plush white towel. Parvati and Lavender dried her hair and gave her a pair of warm pajamas to sleep in before sending her to bed.
They went down stairs and joined Harry and Ron who were playing an unenthusiastic game of Exploding Snap.
"We're worried about Hermione." Lavender said. Ron nodded.
"We are too." He said and threw another card onto the pile.
"Do you think it's true? What Malfoy said about her parents?" Parvati said in a hushed voice as the pile of cards blew up.
"Probably not," Answered Harry. "Everything that snake does is a load of rubbish. He needs to learn to keep his forked tongue behind his teeth."
The other three silently agreed and went on with their card game. Ron was victorious once again, he had always been good at games, but no one took notice. They said their solemn goodnights and went to their dorms to sleep.
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Yes, I know it was a short chapter. I'm sorry! Really, I am. Anyway at least it wasn't horrible right? I promise the next one will be longer. Promise.
And yes, before you blame me for plagiarism, the line about his forked tongue was from Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers. I just thought it fit him really well.
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Sunday passed by dreadfully slowly for Draco. He couldn't wait until Monday afternoon when he could finally put Granger in her place for good. He smirked at the thought. There was nothing he loved better than lifting himself up by putting others down.
But, finally, Monday afternoon did come. He was the first one to class. Hagrid looked at him oddly when he entered smiling, but he paid no heed to the gamekeeper. Nothing was going to spoil his mood today. He anxiously awaited the arrival of the brunette witch.
She arrived with Potter and the Weasel about fifteen minutes later. He was disappointed. He had wanted her to get there sooner so he would have more time to enjoy this. Now he had to pack all of his torture into a twenty- minute segment. Nevertheless, the moment she arrived he strolled up to where she and her friends were standing. She felt his presence and turned to face him.
"What do you want Malfoy?" She said coldly. The fact that she was already annoyed was making this all the better for him. He stroked his chin and looked thoughtful for a moment.
"What did you say your Mum and Dad's last name was Granger?" He said slowly, as if trying to recall something from long ago.
"I didn't Malfoy. Leave me alone." She turned back to talking to Lavender and Ron.
"Kelgara." He said finally. "That was it." She glared at him once again.
"How did you know that?" She said through clenched teeth. He smirked before going on with the rest of his plan.
"You know, that name sounds so familiar to me. Where have I heard it before?" He once again returned to his thoughtful stance.
"The only people you've ever cared about knowing are Death eaters, Malfoy. Just bugger off." She once again attempted to return to her conversation.
"Death eaters! That's it." He almost smiled as her eyes widened in surprise. "My father told me about them not too long ago. They were the ones that were supposed to produce an heir weren't they? Whatever happened to them?"
He looked expectantly at her for the answer but none came.
"Now, I remember. They had a girl instead. Wait," he paused for effect and appeared to go over the situation in his mind. "That would be, you, wouldn't it?"
His cold gray eyes bore into hers. Her face burned and she felt a flush rise to her cheeks.
"You're wrong." She spit out softly. She didn't want to believe him. He couldn't be right. It wasn't possible.
"Oh, I am, am I? I'd like to see you prove it." His eyes narrowed and the ever-present smirk once again was plastered on his face.
"You're wrong." Was all she could say. Hot tears gathered in the corners of her eyes, but she would not let him see her cry. She never let him see how much his insults hurt her.
"And you're in a Muggle family to hide your parents shame, you filthy little Mudblood." He hissed out. Ron and Harry couldn't take their friend being abused anymore. At the same time they both ambushed Malfoy, hitting any part of them they could reach.
He was caught by surprise and found the one flaw in his plan. He hadn't anticipated other people. His pale body would be dotted with dark blue and black bruises the next day; not a very good combination.
"Wha' do ya thin' yer doin' there 'arry? Ron? You two shoul' know better! 'onestly." Hagrid yelled as he pulled the two Gryffindors off Draco. He lay there battered and in serious pain. The gamekeeper pulled him up and dragged him off to the nurse. He had two or three broken ribs.
"What did you do to this boy, Hagrid?" Madam Pomfrey said as she bustled around the clinic pulling bandages and different potions off the walls.
"It was Potter and Weasley." He answered her. "He was pokin' fun o' 'ermione Granger."
She tsked at the boy lying on the bed holding his chest. "When will he ever learn?"
She shooed Hagrid out to get on with his class and returned to her patient. With a few quick waves of her wand she healed his ribs and gave him a potion for the pain. He didn't say thank you, Malfoy's never thank inferiors, and lay back onto the hospital mattress. The plan had gone perfectly except for the unexpected battle; he was quite pleased.
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Hermione couldn't concentrate the rest of the day. She was debating whether or not to believe what Draco had said. Deep down she knew he was probably right; he wouldn't make up something like this knowing it could backfire, but she didn't want to believe it.
She had entered into denial, and it could only get worse from here. Harry and Ron tried to comfort her but she would have it, telling them she wanted to be alone.
After classes were done she walked out to the Quidditch Pitch and once again lay in the center looking up at the cloudy sky. It would probably rain tonight. The clouds swirled together and formed spirals of gray and white. The sound of thunder in the distance was strangely soothing to her.
"Why is all of this happening to me?" She wondered for the hundredth time that year. Small droplets fell onto her face and cooled the skin. She smiled and stood. Slowly she raised her arms and let the falling rain soak her robes while she danced, happy for the first time that day.
When she arrived, she was thoroughly drenched to the bone and shivering from the contact of her wet body and the cold air inside the school. Parvati gasped when she came through the portrait hole and immediately dragged her up the stairs and pushed her into a hot shower.
"What were you thinking Hermione? Standing out in the cold rain like that. You'll catch pneumonia." She lectured as Hermione let the warm water flood over her.
She climbed out and was immediately wrapped in a plush white towel. Parvati and Lavender dried her hair and gave her a pair of warm pajamas to sleep in before sending her to bed.
They went down stairs and joined Harry and Ron who were playing an unenthusiastic game of Exploding Snap.
"We're worried about Hermione." Lavender said. Ron nodded.
"We are too." He said and threw another card onto the pile.
"Do you think it's true? What Malfoy said about her parents?" Parvati said in a hushed voice as the pile of cards blew up.
"Probably not," Answered Harry. "Everything that snake does is a load of rubbish. He needs to learn to keep his forked tongue behind his teeth."
The other three silently agreed and went on with their card game. Ron was victorious once again, he had always been good at games, but no one took notice. They said their solemn goodnights and went to their dorms to sleep.
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Yes, I know it was a short chapter. I'm sorry! Really, I am. Anyway at least it wasn't horrible right? I promise the next one will be longer. Promise.
And yes, before you blame me for plagiarism, the line about his forked tongue was from Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers. I just thought it fit him really well.
Loved something? Hated something? Tell me while you -
REVIEW!