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Once inside of the school Hermione went to the great hall. She hurried to her seat by all the other prefects before the rest of the students made it in. She would have to wait a few minutes before anyone would be there, so she sat quietly and waited. The other prefects all came in and took their seats. Unfortunately for Hermione, Draco sat down beside her.
"Hello Granger. Miss me?" He grinned evilly.
"Do pigs fly? Oh wait, you do fly don't you?" She replied.
"What did you just say? Are you calling me a pig?" He asked.
Hermione shook her head and chose not to answer him. Instead she focused her attention on all the children coming in. They seemed to get smaller every year, although she knew it wasn't so. They were so cute. So tiny and innocent!
Then she watched as her friends walked in. they smiled and waved as they took their seats. Soon the feast had begun. The sorting ceremony had already taken place, Dumbledore had made his speech, and everyone was eating. She ate her meal peacefully as she thought about what the year was going to be like.
"So Granger, you're seeing the Weasel now I take it?" Draco made a pathetic attempt at conversation.
"Excuse me?" She looked over at him.
"Don't tell me that you two are still 'just friends'!" He laughed.
"No were not 'still just friends'. And why do you care?" She asked suspiciously.
"I don't. I'm just bored and in need of conversation. You're the only one around." He shrugged.
"I'm not the only one around. You could have sat next to the other prefects too you know? Did you sit over here just to annoy me?" Hermione questioned.
"Of course. Why else would I want to sit next to a filthy creature like you?" He laughed.
"You disgust me, you know that? You never change, not that I ever thought you would. But I've always hoped you would eventually see the error of your ways and become a little nicer, but that won't happen until hell freezes over now will it?" Hermione shook her head.
"Yeah, you're right." He shrugged and took a bite of his salad.
"Ugh, you know what, I don't even know why I'm bothering to talk to you. Once again, it's been anything but a pleasure. This conversation is officially over." Then she turned her head away.
Draco smiled for a second, and then he started laughing! Laughing! Hermione could hardly believe it! That arrogant little jerk! She grabbed her chair and scooted over a couple of feet to get away from him. But it didn't help very much. He only scooted a little closer and laughed even harder.
"What are you doing?" She snapped her head in his direction.
"Nothing." He barely got out.
"And what, may I ask, is so terribly funny?" She glared at him as though he was the lowest creature ever, and if truth be told, in her onpinion, he was.
"You. You're such a girl, and you actually scooted your chair over! A world of difference that made didn't it? You know, you're not setting a good example for the young ones. Why if they looked up here and saw you reacting so rudely they might be under the impression that we don't get along." He chuckled.
"That, malfoy, is because we don't. We don't get along. We are not friends, or anything near that. In fact, we're practically enemies! No, I take that back. We are enemies." She firmly stated.
"Is that so?" He said in a mocking sort of voice that only seemed to enrage Hermione even more.
"You know what? I'm not doing this! I'm not talking to you! I'm leaving. Goodbye, good night, I'm going now." She slid out of her chair and headed for the exit.
"You know what, I've finished my meal. I think I'll head out too." He grinned and followed Hermione out of the great hall.
He stayed by her side and walked out with her. Hermione tried to quicken her pace, but it didn't stop him. She tried taking the longest way imaginable, and he was still there. Finally she stopped dead in her tracks. And so did he. He just stood there silently by her side, with a slight smirk on his face.
"What are you doing Malfoy?" Hermione demanded without trying to hide the irritation in her tone.
"Going to my room." He shrugged.
"You know what I mean. Don't be stupid. Why are you going this way?" She asked.
"I don't know. Why are you going this way?" He mimicked.
"To get away from you. Why in the world are you following me? Don't you have anything better to do?" She hissed.
"No. Not really." He smiled.
"Just stop! I give up! You win! Just get the hell away from me!" Hermione threw her hands up in surrender.
"You didn't have to do that. I already knew I won, but that was awfully nice of you to admit it." He made the most innocent face he could possibly conjure up at the time.
"One of these days Malfoy. One of these days. I'm going to get you back. I'm going to do something, and you're really, really going to wish I didn't." She glared, but little did she know, that her words would soon come true.
"Oh is that so?" He placed his arms across his chest.
Hermione just shook her head and continued to walk. Draco continued to try and annoy her. And she tried her best to ignore him. She really did.
She walked up three flights of stairs, down several corridors, up another few flights of stairs. And he was still there, and still trying to piss her off. She was becoming very angry and very close to losing it.
And then it happened. He began talking about Ron. That's what did it. Hermione instantly whirled around. Before he could even get another syllable out the palm of her hand met his cheek. And very hard too. Because when she looked at his face it was twice as red as her hand which was red and throbbing with pain. She watched as his chest rose and fell as he took deep and heavy breaths.
She was afraid of him, but she wouldn't let him see that. So she turned back around and continued walking. She looked over her shoulder no more then five seconds later, and he was gone. Nowhere to be seen.
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Once inside of the school Hermione went to the great hall. She hurried to her seat by all the other prefects before the rest of the students made it in. She would have to wait a few minutes before anyone would be there, so she sat quietly and waited. The other prefects all came in and took their seats. Unfortunately for Hermione, Draco sat down beside her.
"Hello Granger. Miss me?" He grinned evilly.
"Do pigs fly? Oh wait, you do fly don't you?" She replied.
"What did you just say? Are you calling me a pig?" He asked.
Hermione shook her head and chose not to answer him. Instead she focused her attention on all the children coming in. They seemed to get smaller every year, although she knew it wasn't so. They were so cute. So tiny and innocent!
Then she watched as her friends walked in. they smiled and waved as they took their seats. Soon the feast had begun. The sorting ceremony had already taken place, Dumbledore had made his speech, and everyone was eating. She ate her meal peacefully as she thought about what the year was going to be like.
"So Granger, you're seeing the Weasel now I take it?" Draco made a pathetic attempt at conversation.
"Excuse me?" She looked over at him.
"Don't tell me that you two are still 'just friends'!" He laughed.
"No were not 'still just friends'. And why do you care?" She asked suspiciously.
"I don't. I'm just bored and in need of conversation. You're the only one around." He shrugged.
"I'm not the only one around. You could have sat next to the other prefects too you know? Did you sit over here just to annoy me?" Hermione questioned.
"Of course. Why else would I want to sit next to a filthy creature like you?" He laughed.
"You disgust me, you know that? You never change, not that I ever thought you would. But I've always hoped you would eventually see the error of your ways and become a little nicer, but that won't happen until hell freezes over now will it?" Hermione shook her head.
"Yeah, you're right." He shrugged and took a bite of his salad.
"Ugh, you know what, I don't even know why I'm bothering to talk to you. Once again, it's been anything but a pleasure. This conversation is officially over." Then she turned her head away.
Draco smiled for a second, and then he started laughing! Laughing! Hermione could hardly believe it! That arrogant little jerk! She grabbed her chair and scooted over a couple of feet to get away from him. But it didn't help very much. He only scooted a little closer and laughed even harder.
"What are you doing?" She snapped her head in his direction.
"Nothing." He barely got out.
"And what, may I ask, is so terribly funny?" She glared at him as though he was the lowest creature ever, and if truth be told, in her onpinion, he was.
"You. You're such a girl, and you actually scooted your chair over! A world of difference that made didn't it? You know, you're not setting a good example for the young ones. Why if they looked up here and saw you reacting so rudely they might be under the impression that we don't get along." He chuckled.
"That, malfoy, is because we don't. We don't get along. We are not friends, or anything near that. In fact, we're practically enemies! No, I take that back. We are enemies." She firmly stated.
"Is that so?" He said in a mocking sort of voice that only seemed to enrage Hermione even more.
"You know what? I'm not doing this! I'm not talking to you! I'm leaving. Goodbye, good night, I'm going now." She slid out of her chair and headed for the exit.
"You know what, I've finished my meal. I think I'll head out too." He grinned and followed Hermione out of the great hall.
He stayed by her side and walked out with her. Hermione tried to quicken her pace, but it didn't stop him. She tried taking the longest way imaginable, and he was still there. Finally she stopped dead in her tracks. And so did he. He just stood there silently by her side, with a slight smirk on his face.
"What are you doing Malfoy?" Hermione demanded without trying to hide the irritation in her tone.
"Going to my room." He shrugged.
"You know what I mean. Don't be stupid. Why are you going this way?" She asked.
"I don't know. Why are you going this way?" He mimicked.
"To get away from you. Why in the world are you following me? Don't you have anything better to do?" She hissed.
"No. Not really." He smiled.
"Just stop! I give up! You win! Just get the hell away from me!" Hermione threw her hands up in surrender.
"You didn't have to do that. I already knew I won, but that was awfully nice of you to admit it." He made the most innocent face he could possibly conjure up at the time.
"One of these days Malfoy. One of these days. I'm going to get you back. I'm going to do something, and you're really, really going to wish I didn't." She glared, but little did she know, that her words would soon come true.
"Oh is that so?" He placed his arms across his chest.
Hermione just shook her head and continued to walk. Draco continued to try and annoy her. And she tried her best to ignore him. She really did.
She walked up three flights of stairs, down several corridors, up another few flights of stairs. And he was still there, and still trying to piss her off. She was becoming very angry and very close to losing it.
And then it happened. He began talking about Ron. That's what did it. Hermione instantly whirled around. Before he could even get another syllable out the palm of her hand met his cheek. And very hard too. Because when she looked at his face it was twice as red as her hand which was red and throbbing with pain. She watched as his chest rose and fell as he took deep and heavy breaths.
She was afraid of him, but she wouldn't let him see that. So she turned back around and continued walking. She looked over her shoulder no more then five seconds later, and he was gone. Nowhere to be seen.
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