The train pulled into Hogsmeade, and Harry and Ron had still not seen
Hermione on the train. They waited for as long as they could before they
had to get off, and still no sign of her. Harry looked at Ron and shrugged.
"We'd better go, she'll be somewhere in the castle," Harry suggested. Ron nodded, and they ran quickly to where the carriages were. And it was just their luck to get into the same carriage as Pansy and Malfoy. Ron glared at them.
"What the hell were you playing at Malfoy?" Ron yelled. His veins stuck out, he was thriving with anger.
Malfoy took on his usual sneer, and glanced at Pansy, checking to see if she was watching.
"Oh Weasel, don't get so agitated," He said in his usual lazy drawl.
"All I told her was the truth. Honestly, I don't know why you two hang out with such a loser. Oh, wait, I can understand you Weasel, but Potter, surely you can do better?? A Mudblood?? Seriously Potter."
Ron looked as though he was going to punch Malfoy. His eyes blazed with red hot anger, and he gazed threateningly at Malfoy.
"You slimy little git," said Ron angrily. "I can't believe you. You talk about Hermione like she's ugly, but compared to your bird, she's a goddess!!"
Malfoy's mouth opened and closed like a fish. Pansy, meanwhile, glared at Ron, her mouth pulled into a tight frown.
"At least I'm pureblood," She screeched piercingly.
Malfoy nodded, and took Pansy in his arms to show he wasn't bothered.
"No matter what a girl looks like, as long as she's pureblood doesn't matter. Granger will be ugly forever, and would be ugly even if she were pureblood. And Pansy is..well..from a better family," He stated.
Harry felt like laughing at his words. He didn't know what to say to that comment. Malfoy knew Pansy wasn't the best looking of girls. And there was nothing he could do to change that. Change the fact that his father had chosen his girlfriend.
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Hermione ran out of the compartment, stepping on Malfoy's foot as she went. The tears that were lining her eyes were now flowing freely down her pink- tinged cheeks. She lowered her head, and plunged her hands in her robes, and kept walking as fast as she could. The tears dripped off her chin, and she kept sniffing as she walked briskly along. Suddenly, a body was in front of her, and she collided, sprawling on the floor with the person she crashed into. An array of red hair was tangled in a mass of robes.
"Hermione, what are you doing? Honestly, you should..." Ginny started chastising Hermione, until she saw the look of despair on Hermione's face.
"Mione, what's the matter?" She pursued, her eyes softening as she took a long look at her friends red eyes, eyes that were flooded with tears that wouldn't stop.
"I...I...he said...I'm so ugly Ginny!" Hermione burst out. She looked up at her friend and bowed her head. Ginny moved to her feet, and pulled Hermione up with her.
"Mione, you are really pretty. You just need to realize that," Ginny said with sensitivity.
Hermione glanced at Ginny. She had grown into a pretty girl, as had Ron into a handsome young man. Hermione knew deep down she wasn't pretty, but when she felt that way about Draco, she didn't want to hear him insult her. Hermione dried her eyes with a tissue she found in her robes.
"Oh Ginny, I'm sorry. I know I mustn't let Malfoy get to me. It's just...it kind of hurts because..." Hermione shut up, knowing she was saying too much.
Ginny narrowed her eyes. "Mione, what are you saying?" She questioned.
"N...nothing, nothing at all," Hermione stuttered. What was wrong with her?? Draco Malfoy for god's sake. What was she thinking?
"Mione, I know there is something you're not telling me. I know it. So just tell me already. I'll find out sooner or later," She threatened. She took Hermione's arm and yanked her into the girls toilets. Once there, she checked to see if there was anyone else in there. There wasn't.
"Right, Mione, tell me now," Ginny demanded.
Hermione went red. She didn't want to tell Ginny, but it might be a good thing if she could get it off her chest.
"Ginny, I know you won't like this. But...well, I kind of like," Hermione paused, looking at Ginny in a meek way.
"Who?" Ginny pressed.
"Dracomalfoy," Hermione said very quickly. She watched Ginny's reaction. Ginny's hand flew to her mouth.
"Oh my God!! Oh my God," She said excitedly. " You fancy Draco Malfoy. Hermione, you should have told me. Wow, that is so sweet. But wait," She paused thoughtfully. " Nothing can happen because he's a...Slytherin." She finished.
Hermione hung her head. "I know that Ginny. I know."
"We'd better go, she'll be somewhere in the castle," Harry suggested. Ron nodded, and they ran quickly to where the carriages were. And it was just their luck to get into the same carriage as Pansy and Malfoy. Ron glared at them.
"What the hell were you playing at Malfoy?" Ron yelled. His veins stuck out, he was thriving with anger.
Malfoy took on his usual sneer, and glanced at Pansy, checking to see if she was watching.
"Oh Weasel, don't get so agitated," He said in his usual lazy drawl.
"All I told her was the truth. Honestly, I don't know why you two hang out with such a loser. Oh, wait, I can understand you Weasel, but Potter, surely you can do better?? A Mudblood?? Seriously Potter."
Ron looked as though he was going to punch Malfoy. His eyes blazed with red hot anger, and he gazed threateningly at Malfoy.
"You slimy little git," said Ron angrily. "I can't believe you. You talk about Hermione like she's ugly, but compared to your bird, she's a goddess!!"
Malfoy's mouth opened and closed like a fish. Pansy, meanwhile, glared at Ron, her mouth pulled into a tight frown.
"At least I'm pureblood," She screeched piercingly.
Malfoy nodded, and took Pansy in his arms to show he wasn't bothered.
"No matter what a girl looks like, as long as she's pureblood doesn't matter. Granger will be ugly forever, and would be ugly even if she were pureblood. And Pansy is..well..from a better family," He stated.
Harry felt like laughing at his words. He didn't know what to say to that comment. Malfoy knew Pansy wasn't the best looking of girls. And there was nothing he could do to change that. Change the fact that his father had chosen his girlfriend.
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Hermione ran out of the compartment, stepping on Malfoy's foot as she went. The tears that were lining her eyes were now flowing freely down her pink- tinged cheeks. She lowered her head, and plunged her hands in her robes, and kept walking as fast as she could. The tears dripped off her chin, and she kept sniffing as she walked briskly along. Suddenly, a body was in front of her, and she collided, sprawling on the floor with the person she crashed into. An array of red hair was tangled in a mass of robes.
"Hermione, what are you doing? Honestly, you should..." Ginny started chastising Hermione, until she saw the look of despair on Hermione's face.
"Mione, what's the matter?" She pursued, her eyes softening as she took a long look at her friends red eyes, eyes that were flooded with tears that wouldn't stop.
"I...I...he said...I'm so ugly Ginny!" Hermione burst out. She looked up at her friend and bowed her head. Ginny moved to her feet, and pulled Hermione up with her.
"Mione, you are really pretty. You just need to realize that," Ginny said with sensitivity.
Hermione glanced at Ginny. She had grown into a pretty girl, as had Ron into a handsome young man. Hermione knew deep down she wasn't pretty, but when she felt that way about Draco, she didn't want to hear him insult her. Hermione dried her eyes with a tissue she found in her robes.
"Oh Ginny, I'm sorry. I know I mustn't let Malfoy get to me. It's just...it kind of hurts because..." Hermione shut up, knowing she was saying too much.
Ginny narrowed her eyes. "Mione, what are you saying?" She questioned.
"N...nothing, nothing at all," Hermione stuttered. What was wrong with her?? Draco Malfoy for god's sake. What was she thinking?
"Mione, I know there is something you're not telling me. I know it. So just tell me already. I'll find out sooner or later," She threatened. She took Hermione's arm and yanked her into the girls toilets. Once there, she checked to see if there was anyone else in there. There wasn't.
"Right, Mione, tell me now," Ginny demanded.
Hermione went red. She didn't want to tell Ginny, but it might be a good thing if she could get it off her chest.
"Ginny, I know you won't like this. But...well, I kind of like," Hermione paused, looking at Ginny in a meek way.
"Who?" Ginny pressed.
"Dracomalfoy," Hermione said very quickly. She watched Ginny's reaction. Ginny's hand flew to her mouth.
"Oh my God!! Oh my God," She said excitedly. " You fancy Draco Malfoy. Hermione, you should have told me. Wow, that is so sweet. But wait," She paused thoughtfully. " Nothing can happen because he's a...Slytherin." She finished.
Hermione hung her head. "I know that Ginny. I know."