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Once the Hogwarts Express came to a halt at the station, Hermione grabbed her luggage and slid open the cabin door. Someone was standing in front of the door, in her way. Someone with slick blonde hair and gray eyes stood sneering at her as she tried to pass.
"Malfoy." she uttered, her noise scrunched up as though she smelled something foul.
"Why, hello Granger." he smirked. "Think you're pretty smooth now, visiting Viktor Krum over holidays? I hadn't thought it possible, but it looks as though your face has grown even more ugly over the summer."
Hermione bowed her head, trying to hold back the tears of hatred.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" Draco exclaimed in mock apology. "It must be the Muggle parentage... right, you filthy Mudbl--"
He got no further, for as he began to speak those last words, a black and orange blur swept past Hermione. She looked over in astonishment, seeing Ron tackling the panting Malfoy to the ground. "Don't--you--ever--" Ron roared, punctuating each word with a punch in Malfoy's jaw, "say--that-- AGAIN!" When he was done, he threw Malfoy on the ground, picking up his luggage and stepping calmly over Malfoy on his way to the train door. "Well?" he asked casually.
"Why, Ron!" Hermione exclaimed. "That was wonderful!"
"Its nothing." he muttered in embarrassment.
Harry coughed slightly. "We... should be on our way to the Sorting now, right?"
"Right." verified Hermione, with a slight smile.
The four friends briskly left the Express, stepped into one of the remaining carriages, and enjoyed their ride up to the castle.
"Er... Ron?" Ginny questioned uncertainly.
Ron had been staring out the window. Now, he turned to Ginny. "Hm, what?"
"We... well... what should we do about Draco?" she asked in concern.
Ron shrugged. "One of the prefects will find him eventually."
Once the Hogwarts Express came to a halt at the station, Hermione grabbed her luggage and slid open the cabin door. Someone was standing in front of the door, in her way. Someone with slick blonde hair and gray eyes stood sneering at her as she tried to pass.
"Malfoy." she uttered, her noise scrunched up as though she smelled something foul.
"Why, hello Granger." he smirked. "Think you're pretty smooth now, visiting Viktor Krum over holidays? I hadn't thought it possible, but it looks as though your face has grown even more ugly over the summer."
Hermione bowed her head, trying to hold back the tears of hatred.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" Draco exclaimed in mock apology. "It must be the Muggle parentage... right, you filthy Mudbl--"
He got no further, for as he began to speak those last words, a black and orange blur swept past Hermione. She looked over in astonishment, seeing Ron tackling the panting Malfoy to the ground. "Don't--you--ever--" Ron roared, punctuating each word with a punch in Malfoy's jaw, "say--that-- AGAIN!" When he was done, he threw Malfoy on the ground, picking up his luggage and stepping calmly over Malfoy on his way to the train door. "Well?" he asked casually.
"Why, Ron!" Hermione exclaimed. "That was wonderful!"
"Its nothing." he muttered in embarrassment.
Harry coughed slightly. "We... should be on our way to the Sorting now, right?"
"Right." verified Hermione, with a slight smile.
The four friends briskly left the Express, stepped into one of the remaining carriages, and enjoyed their ride up to the castle.
"Er... Ron?" Ginny questioned uncertainly.
Ron had been staring out the window. Now, he turned to Ginny. "Hm, what?"
"We... well... what should we do about Draco?" she asked in concern.
Ron shrugged. "One of the prefects will find him eventually."
