The bricks realigned themselves to reveal Diagon Alley. Hermione
never tired of the entrance because it fit perfectly with the magical world
in which she now belonged. She glanced once more into the Leaky Cauldron
for Ron and Harry in hopes that they might arrive on time. Sighing, she
stepped onto the street and spotted the newest addition to the row of
shops. The old shop appeared as though it had existed there among the
others for lifetimes. Unable to control her excitement at the possibility
of new literary finds, Hermione pushed the heavy wooden door open and
stepped into the shop, a bell cheerily announcing her arrival. She stood in
awe at the display of books in front of her. Titles and author's names
popped out at her as she ran her finger across one of the lower shelves.
These shelves towered and dominated half the store, making it look as
though not one more book could ever squeeze in. The bell chimed again in
the background but Hermione was far too caught up in her admiration for the
collection of books.
An annoyed groan was emitted just inside the door from the newest customer. He was young and stood quite tall for one his age. His lithe stride over to the brunette in the literary section of the store hinted that the boy was probably an athlete, at least that was the opinion of the elder gentlemanly storekeeper. His sharp eye remained on the two young people while his mind wandered to days of his youth while an argument began to take place.
"Well, look who it is. and without her two body guards!" Draco snarled.
"Well, Malfoy I trust your summer was as good as to be expected for a foulmouthed-" Hermione began without bothering to desist her perusing of titles on the shelf.
Draco cut her off, "Trying to play nice yet insult me at the same time Granger? I thought there was something you said to one of your boys about not stooping to my level?" Draco smirked as Hermione spun around and narrowed her eyes in a display of anger.
"Stooping to YOUR level, Malfoy, would be to use language that one would not normally hear in civilized conversation." Hermione replied with a satisfactory smile.
"Like in using a word such as Mudblood to describe someone in your unfortunate path of life? I guess some are born luckier than others." Draco's smirk never falted and that only provided fuel to the fire that was Hermione Granger's anger.
"First, civilized conversation has seemed to evade you and your sympathy for others. And yes, Malfoy, some people are born into lucky situations than others. The most important part is the way you live your life. At least I have friends that have their own minds and make their own decisions, unlike the mindless thugs that follow you around. Regret will be the only thing you have left among your piles of money." Hermione held up her hand as Draco opened his mouth to counter her argument. "With your attitude, get used to loneliness. People won't stick around forever to be victim to your verbal abuse. Get used to respecting people Draco Malfoy, I'm Head Girl this year!" With that last part practically yelled in Draco's face, Hermione skirted around him and out the door as fast as possible.
Draco watched her go, momentarily frozen as he ran through everything Granger had said in his mind. Dragging his fingers in his flaxen hair, he exited the shoppe and watched as Hermione Granger greeted two taller males down the alley, an ebony head and a flame. Harry Potter, the boy who possessed the audacity to refuse a friendship with a Malfoy for one with a dirt poor wizard like Ronald Weasley. Suddenly, her last comment ran through his mind again and he broke into an infamous sly grin. Hermione was now hugging and talking animatedly with her two companions, completely unaware she still held the attention of a metallic gaze. Draco Malfoy began to put a strategy together in his head as the trio turned the corner and left his sight. 'Granger you are in for one hell of a year as Head Girl.' With that thought, he left that shop front and headed off to finish his errands, quite delighted with his newly formed plans.
An annoyed groan was emitted just inside the door from the newest customer. He was young and stood quite tall for one his age. His lithe stride over to the brunette in the literary section of the store hinted that the boy was probably an athlete, at least that was the opinion of the elder gentlemanly storekeeper. His sharp eye remained on the two young people while his mind wandered to days of his youth while an argument began to take place.
"Well, look who it is. and without her two body guards!" Draco snarled.
"Well, Malfoy I trust your summer was as good as to be expected for a foulmouthed-" Hermione began without bothering to desist her perusing of titles on the shelf.
Draco cut her off, "Trying to play nice yet insult me at the same time Granger? I thought there was something you said to one of your boys about not stooping to my level?" Draco smirked as Hermione spun around and narrowed her eyes in a display of anger.
"Stooping to YOUR level, Malfoy, would be to use language that one would not normally hear in civilized conversation." Hermione replied with a satisfactory smile.
"Like in using a word such as Mudblood to describe someone in your unfortunate path of life? I guess some are born luckier than others." Draco's smirk never falted and that only provided fuel to the fire that was Hermione Granger's anger.
"First, civilized conversation has seemed to evade you and your sympathy for others. And yes, Malfoy, some people are born into lucky situations than others. The most important part is the way you live your life. At least I have friends that have their own minds and make their own decisions, unlike the mindless thugs that follow you around. Regret will be the only thing you have left among your piles of money." Hermione held up her hand as Draco opened his mouth to counter her argument. "With your attitude, get used to loneliness. People won't stick around forever to be victim to your verbal abuse. Get used to respecting people Draco Malfoy, I'm Head Girl this year!" With that last part practically yelled in Draco's face, Hermione skirted around him and out the door as fast as possible.
Draco watched her go, momentarily frozen as he ran through everything Granger had said in his mind. Dragging his fingers in his flaxen hair, he exited the shoppe and watched as Hermione Granger greeted two taller males down the alley, an ebony head and a flame. Harry Potter, the boy who possessed the audacity to refuse a friendship with a Malfoy for one with a dirt poor wizard like Ronald Weasley. Suddenly, her last comment ran through his mind again and he broke into an infamous sly grin. Hermione was now hugging and talking animatedly with her two companions, completely unaware she still held the attention of a metallic gaze. Draco Malfoy began to put a strategy together in his head as the trio turned the corner and left his sight. 'Granger you are in for one hell of a year as Head Girl.' With that thought, he left that shop front and headed off to finish his errands, quite delighted with his newly formed plans.