After the mudblood stormed out, I immediately conjured water and rinsed my
mouth. Good grief- what was in Crabbe's mouth? He tasted. wait, do I really
want to be thinking about what Crabbe tastes like? That filthy mudblood.
How DARE she speak to a Malfoy like that? The likes of her speaking to the
likes of me in that utterly. haughty manner. It wasn't so much that she was
a mudblood- I don't even really care about class differences in the
wizarding world. In actuality, that's all Lucius.
But she is so infuriating! I hate her know-it-all attitude. I hate the way that she looks down upon any Slytherins- it's not as though she could get a disease from touching us. She's more likely to catch one from those Weasleys that she associates herself with them. I shudder at the thought of visiting the most probably dirt and insect infested hellhole that they must call home.
I have to get revenge on her. How dare she make those remarks towards me? Calling me a waste of the advantages that have been showered upon me from birth! Is it my fault if I was born with a silver spoon up my ass? Is that how the muggle expression goes? I am totally worth every cent that Lucius has ever spent on me. Just look at me!
He glanced into the metal of the cauldron that Granger had been using to boil her potion. Yup! That's me alright. Gorgeous as usual. My hair shone back at me (hmm do I need to start using MORE gel?), my sculpted face looked perfect- if I do say so myself (the waif look is so in for guys this year). My shoulders had widened though- a byproduct of that horrid time called puberty. I hated them myself- I just happen to believe that the male form looks better slender and lithe. However, I had noticed that the girls seemed to enjoy resting their heads on them; so shrinking spells weren't necessary just yet. Speaking of shrinking spells, I was still wondering who had shrunk Granger's teeth after I had enlarged them to their 'spiritual' size. The memory still made me chuckle sometimes.
"Say," he asked aloud. "I wonder what Granger was doing down in the dungeons. She obviously wasn't making an extra credit potion; Snape may even have let her off in that case. "Hmm," he murmured, venturing closer to the cauldron. He peered into the cauldron and was surprised to see it let off steam as he touched the rim of the vessel. It was light pink in color and smelt rather like."patchouli!" he exclaimed in surprise at his favorite scent.
Draco like patchouli oil, the way it smelt, the way it felt. It was one of the constants that he ensured that he had on his person. Perhaps Granger was making a patchouli potion so that she could smell him all the time? No- not even he was stupid to believe that. He mused over the patchouli potion for a while, a thoughtful finger tapping at his temple. Perhaps she wanted to emulate the perfection that was Draco Malfoy? He let out a brief snort at this- Granger had all but accused him of being the spawn of Satan in their last conversation.
He laughed in rue. He WAS the spawn of Satan. Where could you find a more eloquent name for all that Lucius Malfoy was? Narcissa was a saint for putting up with him for all of these years- his brutal beatings, arcane fetishes and 'indiscretions' that in truth were anything but discreet. He could remember his fathers mistresses being paraded in his house since his fourth birthday party when one of his little friends had inquired if his mother was the woman wearing the fishnets and teddy, lasciviously flirting with his father. Narcissa truly was a great woman, and the fact that she had sacrificed all pretenses of a 'nice' home life for him spoke volumes in his mind. His mother loved him more in one day than his father would ever in a life time.
That was another reason that he hated the Granger chit so much. Her grades were top notch. She always beat him in every subject, whether it be Arithmancy or even Potions. At the end of every marking period, he would dutifully go to his fathers study and hold out a copy of his school report. His father would ask his time-honored question- "Did you get top marks in any classes?" He would stammer around the subject, attempting to point out his 112% in Herbology or History of Magic, however his father would cut him off with a sharp glare.
"Do you mean to say that the mudblood bested a son of mine again?" he would ask, his inquiry silky, his delivery and inflection the same as they had been every semester that he had studied at Hogwarts. Draco would nod regretfully and stiffen his lips and clench his face in anticipation of the blow that would fall on his neck, in the same spot. "Why is it that my son, a pureblooded wizard has marks that cannot beat those of a mudblood witch?" The rhetoric was always unanswerable, but Draco would often try, stumbling through explanations of how she was a know-it-all and that she kissed McGonnagall's butt every chance that she got.
Yes, the bitter beatings that followed were another reason for him to dislike the mudblood with every fiber of his being. Draco Malfoy would have revenge upon her for her insouciant remarks, her know-it-all ways, her scornful attitude and for the bruises and scars that she indirectly put on his body and on his soul. He just had to think of how. He chewed his lip thoughtfully, ignoring the footsteps that echoed in the corridor, approaching the door.
The door was suddenly wrenched open and Snape swept in. "Not finished yet I see Draco." Snape shook his head in regret, leaning over to inspect the floor. "This side of the room appears to be clean, however this side," he gestured expansively to the side where Draco had been resting in blessed oblivion, "appears almost entirely untouched. Now whose side could this one be and whose could this be?" Snape pretended to ponder the question, furrowing his brow for effect.
"Sir, the clean side is my side. I just finished it. The mudblood left soon after you did. She appeared to be mumbling something about how disgraceful the authority was in this school and how they always caught the wrong culprits. I did the best that I could, however my knees are raw from work." For maximum credibility, Draco unsnapped his robe and pulled up one of his jeans legs, showcasing a knee with a mottled tinge and that looked floor burned and chapped. What Snape didn't know protected Draco in this instance. The abrasion on his kneecaps had come from yesterday's Quidditch practice, those Wronski Feint drags were hard to master and he had spent the better part of the afternoon with his legs dragging behind him on the ground.
"I see," Snape mused over this professed event that he appeared to be on the verge of believing. "Well, I shall be speaking to Ms. Granger and Professor McGonnagall. It is not right for students to abuse my trust so freely. Imagine the nerve of that girl, walking off after I had explicitly punished her." Snape murmured other vaguely insulting things under his breath about Granger. The phrases, "know-it-all, thinks she's smarter than me, obnoxious chit and disturbing lack of respect" could be heard loud and clear.
"Professor?" Draco stood in front of Snape at attention. "Hmm? Yes what is it Draco?" the professor looked vaguely confused as his train of though was broken. "May I go sir?" Draco politely enquired- it couldn't hurt to be on Snape's good side. "Go.go," Snape waved his hand at the door. Draco left to the sounds of, "how dare that bloody chit."
Yes, Draco wanted revenge on that girl, and he wanted it badly. He could almost taste how good it would feel to get her in front of the whole school. The bit about accusing her of not finishing her cleaning to Snape had been a start, but more drastic measures needed to be taken. There was only one foolproof method of jumpstarting Draco's brain. He slunk down the hall to Pansy's room, smirking inwardly about the sound 'stimulant' he was about to receive. The anticipation of the next few hours was great, but he was still pondering the potion that Granger had been making in the Potions room. He knocked on her door, was promptly pulled in and ceased to think at all.
Hermiones Point of View:
After Hermione had threatened Malfoy, she walked down the corridor feeling lighter, as though a great weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. She thought back to their conversation, savoring the highlights. She had gotten some good jabs into their argument- in a battle of wits there was no question about which of the two of them would win. However, Malfoy had always been good at pranking people, and public humiliation was his middle name. She had been testament to this, Ron and Harry and been put in some Shame Hall of Fame worthy moments due to Malfoy's plotting.
She hadn't really thought about that aspect of their battle- no, their feud. It couldn't really be classified as much else. Feuds are so romantic- she flashed back to the summer when she had seen Romeo and Juliet performed at Covent Garden. Hold on! Had she thought the words 'Malfoy' and 'romantic' in the same strain of thought? She shook her head quickly, as though attempting to erase the brainfart. She debated rinsing her head in disinfectant to clear it of the errant thought.
"Hey Hermione!" a male voice cut into my inner debate. I looked up and smiled at Justin Finch-Fletchley. He was a friend of mine, although not a particularly close one. He was a Hufflepuff, a mud-muggleborn the same as I was. Where had the first half of that awful word come from? Probably from being around Malfoy too long. Too much time in the presence of a 'Satanette' could probably corrode my mind.
"Hey Justin," I replied. I liked Justin for a bit during third year. I don't know why he suddenly seemed interested in me- it's not like I looked all of that different from then. As Malfoy never was hesitant to point out, I had masses and masses of bushy curls.
"How's it going Hermione? You look sort of upset." As always, Justin was very perceptive. I had the suspicion that he was a seer. He always had seemed directly affected by other people's emotions and I knew for sure that he had made a few correct predictions. Justin's brown eyes also seemed mysterious somehow- like he could see things that other people couldn't- like he could see beyond the realm of the profane world and into the sacred. I studied his features. He was actually very cute.
"I'm better now that I've seen you," I attempted to flirt with him. I've been trying it out this year and so far it seems well received. "I've just had an argument with Malfoy and he won me three weeks detention from Snape. We sort of have a feud going on now. I'm just trying to think up evil things that I could do to him." I chewed my lip thoughtfully.
"Oh wow, that really sucks. Are you okay?" His eyes flashed concern at me that felt so good. "He can be such the complete obnoxious prat sometimes. Especially about us being muggleborns. But he's never had it as bad for me as he has it for you. I think you should put something in his gel or bond Millicent Bulstrode's hand to his fly or something like that!" He smiled at me, his perfect teeth exposed between soft, full, oh so kissable lips. God, I swear I don't know what's wrong with me this week. I keep thinking that guys I've known forever are.well, there's only one way to put this. Jumpable.
I guess I really haven't lost my background yet. The first thing my mum always told me to look for in a guy is pearly whites. The marks of a dentist family never leave you, I suppose. "Yeah. I'll be fine. I just really want to get that bastard back for everything that he's ever done to me. I like that idea about Millicent Bulstrode, although to be fair, the girl's never done anything to me that could warrant torturing her in that way. I would cement Pansy to him, but I think she would actually enjoy it. I actually have an idea that has to do with that portion of his anatomy." My eyes flashed in amusement and I grinned.
"Yes? Are you going to let me in on your little secret?" Justin smirked wickedly at the thought of Malfoy suffering. God, that makes him look so. "Sexy," I murmured. "What was that Hermione? What's sexy?" Justin looked confused. "Sexy? Who said anything about sexy?" My neck flushed like it always does when I'm embarrassed and confused.
"I was just saying 'sweet'. How sweet it's going to be when I get my revenge on that jerk. They say that revenge is a dish best served cold but I'm sure that this steaming dish of scandal will serve me just fine." I chuckled at the thought of the havoc I was going to wreak on Malfoy's life. "Say Justin, I have to get going. I have a bunch of homework to do."
"Well, I'm going to be overjoyed to see him get whatever he does get tomorrow at breakfast. What do you say we have a little private celebration after Malfoy's public humiliation? I know a little grassy knoll." he trailed off looking nervously at me.
"I bet you say that to all of the girls," I batted my eyes at him. Damn! This flirting thing is coming to me easier than I thought.
"So what do you say? Private celebration?" Justin winked at me.
"I'd love it. I have to go to the library. I'll see you." On impulse I leant forwards and hugged him. He hugged me back and I felt him release a breath of relief.
I skipped off to the library, thoughts of Malfoy revenge dancing in my head. Boy oh boy would he like what I had in mind for him. That mottled pink shade he had worn earlier didn't really suit him, however I was looking forward to seeing him turn it very frequently in the next few weeks.
Hey yall. Xie xie ni very much for the sweet reviews! I was totally expecting something worse than that, I was like afraid of posting or whatever. Anyhoo, my new BETA is mangomama or Serena so hey Serena! Uh whoops. As people nicely emailed me, I've forgotten a disclaimer. So, the people belong to JK Rowling, the twisted things they do belong to me! Thank you so much to people that said they liked my writing style. ILY all for forever and days! I'm out~ Mei-san
But she is so infuriating! I hate her know-it-all attitude. I hate the way that she looks down upon any Slytherins- it's not as though she could get a disease from touching us. She's more likely to catch one from those Weasleys that she associates herself with them. I shudder at the thought of visiting the most probably dirt and insect infested hellhole that they must call home.
I have to get revenge on her. How dare she make those remarks towards me? Calling me a waste of the advantages that have been showered upon me from birth! Is it my fault if I was born with a silver spoon up my ass? Is that how the muggle expression goes? I am totally worth every cent that Lucius has ever spent on me. Just look at me!
He glanced into the metal of the cauldron that Granger had been using to boil her potion. Yup! That's me alright. Gorgeous as usual. My hair shone back at me (hmm do I need to start using MORE gel?), my sculpted face looked perfect- if I do say so myself (the waif look is so in for guys this year). My shoulders had widened though- a byproduct of that horrid time called puberty. I hated them myself- I just happen to believe that the male form looks better slender and lithe. However, I had noticed that the girls seemed to enjoy resting their heads on them; so shrinking spells weren't necessary just yet. Speaking of shrinking spells, I was still wondering who had shrunk Granger's teeth after I had enlarged them to their 'spiritual' size. The memory still made me chuckle sometimes.
"Say," he asked aloud. "I wonder what Granger was doing down in the dungeons. She obviously wasn't making an extra credit potion; Snape may even have let her off in that case. "Hmm," he murmured, venturing closer to the cauldron. He peered into the cauldron and was surprised to see it let off steam as he touched the rim of the vessel. It was light pink in color and smelt rather like."patchouli!" he exclaimed in surprise at his favorite scent.
Draco like patchouli oil, the way it smelt, the way it felt. It was one of the constants that he ensured that he had on his person. Perhaps Granger was making a patchouli potion so that she could smell him all the time? No- not even he was stupid to believe that. He mused over the patchouli potion for a while, a thoughtful finger tapping at his temple. Perhaps she wanted to emulate the perfection that was Draco Malfoy? He let out a brief snort at this- Granger had all but accused him of being the spawn of Satan in their last conversation.
He laughed in rue. He WAS the spawn of Satan. Where could you find a more eloquent name for all that Lucius Malfoy was? Narcissa was a saint for putting up with him for all of these years- his brutal beatings, arcane fetishes and 'indiscretions' that in truth were anything but discreet. He could remember his fathers mistresses being paraded in his house since his fourth birthday party when one of his little friends had inquired if his mother was the woman wearing the fishnets and teddy, lasciviously flirting with his father. Narcissa truly was a great woman, and the fact that she had sacrificed all pretenses of a 'nice' home life for him spoke volumes in his mind. His mother loved him more in one day than his father would ever in a life time.
That was another reason that he hated the Granger chit so much. Her grades were top notch. She always beat him in every subject, whether it be Arithmancy or even Potions. At the end of every marking period, he would dutifully go to his fathers study and hold out a copy of his school report. His father would ask his time-honored question- "Did you get top marks in any classes?" He would stammer around the subject, attempting to point out his 112% in Herbology or History of Magic, however his father would cut him off with a sharp glare.
"Do you mean to say that the mudblood bested a son of mine again?" he would ask, his inquiry silky, his delivery and inflection the same as they had been every semester that he had studied at Hogwarts. Draco would nod regretfully and stiffen his lips and clench his face in anticipation of the blow that would fall on his neck, in the same spot. "Why is it that my son, a pureblooded wizard has marks that cannot beat those of a mudblood witch?" The rhetoric was always unanswerable, but Draco would often try, stumbling through explanations of how she was a know-it-all and that she kissed McGonnagall's butt every chance that she got.
Yes, the bitter beatings that followed were another reason for him to dislike the mudblood with every fiber of his being. Draco Malfoy would have revenge upon her for her insouciant remarks, her know-it-all ways, her scornful attitude and for the bruises and scars that she indirectly put on his body and on his soul. He just had to think of how. He chewed his lip thoughtfully, ignoring the footsteps that echoed in the corridor, approaching the door.
The door was suddenly wrenched open and Snape swept in. "Not finished yet I see Draco." Snape shook his head in regret, leaning over to inspect the floor. "This side of the room appears to be clean, however this side," he gestured expansively to the side where Draco had been resting in blessed oblivion, "appears almost entirely untouched. Now whose side could this one be and whose could this be?" Snape pretended to ponder the question, furrowing his brow for effect.
"Sir, the clean side is my side. I just finished it. The mudblood left soon after you did. She appeared to be mumbling something about how disgraceful the authority was in this school and how they always caught the wrong culprits. I did the best that I could, however my knees are raw from work." For maximum credibility, Draco unsnapped his robe and pulled up one of his jeans legs, showcasing a knee with a mottled tinge and that looked floor burned and chapped. What Snape didn't know protected Draco in this instance. The abrasion on his kneecaps had come from yesterday's Quidditch practice, those Wronski Feint drags were hard to master and he had spent the better part of the afternoon with his legs dragging behind him on the ground.
"I see," Snape mused over this professed event that he appeared to be on the verge of believing. "Well, I shall be speaking to Ms. Granger and Professor McGonnagall. It is not right for students to abuse my trust so freely. Imagine the nerve of that girl, walking off after I had explicitly punished her." Snape murmured other vaguely insulting things under his breath about Granger. The phrases, "know-it-all, thinks she's smarter than me, obnoxious chit and disturbing lack of respect" could be heard loud and clear.
"Professor?" Draco stood in front of Snape at attention. "Hmm? Yes what is it Draco?" the professor looked vaguely confused as his train of though was broken. "May I go sir?" Draco politely enquired- it couldn't hurt to be on Snape's good side. "Go.go," Snape waved his hand at the door. Draco left to the sounds of, "how dare that bloody chit."
Yes, Draco wanted revenge on that girl, and he wanted it badly. He could almost taste how good it would feel to get her in front of the whole school. The bit about accusing her of not finishing her cleaning to Snape had been a start, but more drastic measures needed to be taken. There was only one foolproof method of jumpstarting Draco's brain. He slunk down the hall to Pansy's room, smirking inwardly about the sound 'stimulant' he was about to receive. The anticipation of the next few hours was great, but he was still pondering the potion that Granger had been making in the Potions room. He knocked on her door, was promptly pulled in and ceased to think at all.
Hermiones Point of View:
After Hermione had threatened Malfoy, she walked down the corridor feeling lighter, as though a great weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. She thought back to their conversation, savoring the highlights. She had gotten some good jabs into their argument- in a battle of wits there was no question about which of the two of them would win. However, Malfoy had always been good at pranking people, and public humiliation was his middle name. She had been testament to this, Ron and Harry and been put in some Shame Hall of Fame worthy moments due to Malfoy's plotting.
She hadn't really thought about that aspect of their battle- no, their feud. It couldn't really be classified as much else. Feuds are so romantic- she flashed back to the summer when she had seen Romeo and Juliet performed at Covent Garden. Hold on! Had she thought the words 'Malfoy' and 'romantic' in the same strain of thought? She shook her head quickly, as though attempting to erase the brainfart. She debated rinsing her head in disinfectant to clear it of the errant thought.
"Hey Hermione!" a male voice cut into my inner debate. I looked up and smiled at Justin Finch-Fletchley. He was a friend of mine, although not a particularly close one. He was a Hufflepuff, a mud-muggleborn the same as I was. Where had the first half of that awful word come from? Probably from being around Malfoy too long. Too much time in the presence of a 'Satanette' could probably corrode my mind.
"Hey Justin," I replied. I liked Justin for a bit during third year. I don't know why he suddenly seemed interested in me- it's not like I looked all of that different from then. As Malfoy never was hesitant to point out, I had masses and masses of bushy curls.
"How's it going Hermione? You look sort of upset." As always, Justin was very perceptive. I had the suspicion that he was a seer. He always had seemed directly affected by other people's emotions and I knew for sure that he had made a few correct predictions. Justin's brown eyes also seemed mysterious somehow- like he could see things that other people couldn't- like he could see beyond the realm of the profane world and into the sacred. I studied his features. He was actually very cute.
"I'm better now that I've seen you," I attempted to flirt with him. I've been trying it out this year and so far it seems well received. "I've just had an argument with Malfoy and he won me three weeks detention from Snape. We sort of have a feud going on now. I'm just trying to think up evil things that I could do to him." I chewed my lip thoughtfully.
"Oh wow, that really sucks. Are you okay?" His eyes flashed concern at me that felt so good. "He can be such the complete obnoxious prat sometimes. Especially about us being muggleborns. But he's never had it as bad for me as he has it for you. I think you should put something in his gel or bond Millicent Bulstrode's hand to his fly or something like that!" He smiled at me, his perfect teeth exposed between soft, full, oh so kissable lips. God, I swear I don't know what's wrong with me this week. I keep thinking that guys I've known forever are.well, there's only one way to put this. Jumpable.
I guess I really haven't lost my background yet. The first thing my mum always told me to look for in a guy is pearly whites. The marks of a dentist family never leave you, I suppose. "Yeah. I'll be fine. I just really want to get that bastard back for everything that he's ever done to me. I like that idea about Millicent Bulstrode, although to be fair, the girl's never done anything to me that could warrant torturing her in that way. I would cement Pansy to him, but I think she would actually enjoy it. I actually have an idea that has to do with that portion of his anatomy." My eyes flashed in amusement and I grinned.
"Yes? Are you going to let me in on your little secret?" Justin smirked wickedly at the thought of Malfoy suffering. God, that makes him look so. "Sexy," I murmured. "What was that Hermione? What's sexy?" Justin looked confused. "Sexy? Who said anything about sexy?" My neck flushed like it always does when I'm embarrassed and confused.
"I was just saying 'sweet'. How sweet it's going to be when I get my revenge on that jerk. They say that revenge is a dish best served cold but I'm sure that this steaming dish of scandal will serve me just fine." I chuckled at the thought of the havoc I was going to wreak on Malfoy's life. "Say Justin, I have to get going. I have a bunch of homework to do."
"Well, I'm going to be overjoyed to see him get whatever he does get tomorrow at breakfast. What do you say we have a little private celebration after Malfoy's public humiliation? I know a little grassy knoll." he trailed off looking nervously at me.
"I bet you say that to all of the girls," I batted my eyes at him. Damn! This flirting thing is coming to me easier than I thought.
"So what do you say? Private celebration?" Justin winked at me.
"I'd love it. I have to go to the library. I'll see you." On impulse I leant forwards and hugged him. He hugged me back and I felt him release a breath of relief.
I skipped off to the library, thoughts of Malfoy revenge dancing in my head. Boy oh boy would he like what I had in mind for him. That mottled pink shade he had worn earlier didn't really suit him, however I was looking forward to seeing him turn it very frequently in the next few weeks.
Hey yall. Xie xie ni very much for the sweet reviews! I was totally expecting something worse than that, I was like afraid of posting or whatever. Anyhoo, my new BETA is mangomama or Serena so hey Serena! Uh whoops. As people nicely emailed me, I've forgotten a disclaimer. So, the people belong to JK Rowling, the twisted things they do belong to me! Thank you so much to people that said they liked my writing style. ILY all for forever and days! I'm out~ Mei-san